Igor is my hero. He is a true Cocksman, and I hope we can build countless memories together over the next five years in the burnt-out urban center otherwise known as New Haven.
Igor is a self-described Heugonot, a lover
of life, and a man of conviction. When
he is not reading the great works of
Solzenitzen, Marx, Camus, Quagmire,
and Chomsky, he can be found laboring
for the sake of humanity in search of a
cure for gastrointestinal tumors. He has
a knowledge of fine wines rivaling that of
Irwin Modlin, a wanderlust exceeding
that of Odysseus, and a fundamental
integrity lying somewhere between that
of Hippocrates and Bill Clinton. If you
can catch him between missions in
Burkina Fasso, research in Madagascar,
and public health work in the favelas of
Sao Paulo, you will experience a
greatness heretofore unseen by mortal
eyes.
of life, and a man of conviction. When
he is not reading the great works of
Solzenitzen, Marx, Camus, Quagmire,
and Chomsky, he can be found laboring
for the sake of humanity in search of a
cure for gastrointestinal tumors. He has
a knowledge of fine wines rivaling that of
Irwin Modlin, a wanderlust exceeding
that of Odysseus, and a fundamental
integrity lying somewhere between that
of Hippocrates and Bill Clinton. If you
can catch him between missions in
Burkina Fasso, research in Madagascar,
and public health work in the favelas of
Sao Paulo, you will experience a
greatness heretofore unseen by mortal
eyes.