Todd

Emory University, Attended 1994 - 1997, Class of 1997, Other, Law
Furman University, Attended 1989 - 1993, Class of 1993, Bachelor's Degree, Poli. Sci. & French

flaneur

international brotherhood of the groove (Local 28)

bada bing, bada boom. see below. . .

a confederacy of dunces, poisonwood bible, the fountainhead, tales of the city, anything by Sedaris

Fahrenheit 9/11, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Jacob's Ladder, Moulin Rouge

afghan whigs, arcade fire, autour de lucie, devendra banhart, better than ezra, blondie, BT, coco rosie, dirty vegas, faithless, neil finn, peter gabriel, groove armada, iron & wine, junkie xl, sander kleinenberg, lo fidelity allstars, madonna, miguel migs, moby, bob mould, new order, scissor sisters, texas, the twilight singers, underworld, unkle, utah saints

Da Ali G Show, the Daily Show

Gemini

so i arrived in this shining city on 43 hills almost three years ago now (holy shit), having followed its siren call all the way from DC, where I'd spent the previous 8 years working in law and politics, fighting the good fight, as they say.

originally, grew up a good, straight, white, southern baptist republican. my, my, how the times do change. am still white, i guess. and good. very good. Or naughty. depends on which tabloid you read.

eclectic and quirky and quite pleased that way. seemingly hyper-social and always 'on'. the reality, however, is that after years of brightly burning off excess energy, I seem to have quietly found here in SF that magical, sublime place where things seem to have finally fallen into place. An amazing blessing, that. and one that i do not take for granted.

The obligatory 'here are a few of my favorite things' list: that older gent who plays his saxophone every morning in the Montgomery Muni station; those twisted, sparkling points of light at Trannyshack who embody the beautifully messy mosaic of San Francisco; the unmistakable rush of serotonin triggered by BT and his girl Tori Amos crooning 'Blue Skies' into my ear buds as I smile and retreat to that place where the world is as it should be; bellybuttons.

love to travel. Very much of the school that the world and its infinite cultures are the *best* education possible. From sleeping on the sand in Mali; to running from a cranky, charging elephant in Botswana; to shopping hipster holes-in-the-wall in Paris, to the souks of Marrakesh, and the street markets of Seoul. Sometime we'll talk about the ill-fated trek to Timbuktu or that brawl I started in that bank in Munich.

Spontaneous. No, really. Was in a cab in DC in '95 with some friends when they suggested I join them for the summer in Mozambique. After thirty seconds of deliberation, I said "sure". Lizards with neon-blue tails and beauty that almost defies description. Best summer of my life.

Quintessential ENTP

People who appreciate the absurd.

People who make up their own words.

People who can show me around San Francisco, pointing out all the especially interesting and/or naughty stuff.

Grace Jones. On a Mardi Gras float. In Bombay.