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Only a jew at weddings and Purim. Thanks to Sandy & Sarah (for marrying) and Luke (photo cred).
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"There is a popular miconception that I own a bearsuit; in fact the bearskin in question was part of a caveman outfit, and is..."
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Schools (Other):
Eastridge, Northwestern, Dominican
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Occupation:
librarian
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Affiliations:
The Schlitzserv, Future Corpses of America, Chicago Critical Mass, AFSCME
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Hobbies and Interests:
Urban planning, bicycles, alternative bicycles, mass media, bacon, lime, public transit, comics, pizza, beer, boots, dead media formats, mechanical things, celebrity death, information science, old things, politics, letters to the editor, silly mustaches, 5 egg breakfasts, collapsible or telescoping things.
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Favorite Books:
Persepolis, His Dark Materials, The Complete Peanuts, Raymond Chandler, Flannery O'Connor, Joseph Mitchell, Fantastic Four, Betty and Veronica Double Digest, and all the free weeklies, cover to cover.
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Favorite Movies:
Casablanca, Dead Man, Three Kings, Crash [the Cronenberg, not the newer one], Vertigo, Gene Kelly, zombie movies, monster movies.
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Favorite Music:
M. Ward, Lambchop, The Clash, Pretenders, The Stooges, Les Paul, Nelson Riddle, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, Old No. 8, Jon Langford, Theremin, Morricone, Heart, Led Zeppelin, Clyde Federal, alt.country, post.rock, and Tammy Fucking Wynnette!
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Favorite TV Shows:
Scooby Doo, Bewitched, Buffy, Twin Peaks, Don Knotts, The Chris Isaak Show, but mostly just turning it off.
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About Me:
There is a popular miconception that I own a bearsuit; in fact the bearskin in question was part of a caveman outfit, and is now a tanuki suit. Once I ate an entire pie left mysteriously at my doorstep. I have someone's favorite face, and she thinks it's because of my nose. I pretty much live on my bike. The cold, bright, dry, sunny days are my favorite. I have a remarkable technique for folding fitted sheets. I enjoy looking foolish and/or being proven wrong.
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Who I Want to Meet:
Activities geeks. The strong, the strange, the slightly deranged. Craft
nerds. Rock and rollers who more than rock, to join me for bike
builds, big brunches, booze binges, and backyard barbecues. Robot
brides, apemen, and billionaire industrialists especially encouraged, foxy eyewear strongly preferred.
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aforeseen bear costume, proceeding to dive into
the lake. When I turned around to partake in the
view of Bob frolicking in the lapping waves, lit by
a full hunter's moon, I found a cold can of beer
perched atop my bicycle. Bob hides
underappreciated but nevertheless awesome
magical powers behind his pleasant, aw-shucks
smile.
librarian parties. If Bob were an
Audrey Hepburn character, he would be
Holly Golightly. If he were a Tipping
Point concept, he would be Connector.
I would move half-way across the
country to be within his range.
of coffee preparation, to the concept
of turning shirts inside out before
laundering, to how to eat 10 bowls of
anything without getting full, and how
to win an argument by not losing the
argument. Bob would make the world's
best, and most unhappy, lawyer, because
while he is a rhetorical and analytical
genius, he is also a great big sweeties
with a heart of pure, delicious ice
cream, bacon and beer.
geometry if you want to eat him, by
which i mean, he is shaped delectably.
If I could bake desserts, I would bake
them in the image of bob, and then
immediately devour every last morsel
myself, without even offering to share.
welcoming home base.
His hugs leave you with warm fuzzies.
This man who knows exactly what to say
to make a girl feel special. And he is
my favorite dance partner.
mind eating a stinky fish. Enough said.
and puns on the word "pussy" as much as
I do. There is nothing more I could
think to want from a friend.
one doesn't come away with valuable new
knowledge, whether it's the proper way
to use basil, the secrets of euchre or
something to do with the history of the
American city. Ask him a question and
he will have either an answer,
directions to an answer or a response
so funny and mind-blowing that you
forget what you asked him in the first
place. Nonetheless, he's humble enough
to admit he's wrong (admittedly, this
is pure conjecture on my part, for I've
never known Bob to not be mostly
right). In the "Who Wants to be a
Millionaire!" of life, Bob will always
be my lifeline.