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"i'm fine, how about you?"
More about Albert
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Occupation:
freshmaker/vibe controller
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Hobbies and Interests:
design, photography, gettin stacks, vodka, scotch, red meat, this american life, movies, food, bmx, snowboarding, gadgets, macintosh, traktor, reason, turntables, guitar, internet
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Favorite Books:
Powerbook G4, Manipulating People for Fun and Profit-For Dummies, Williams-Sonoma Cooking for Yourself Cookbook, VICE, fader, xlr8r, giant robot, arkitip, nick hornby, douglas coupland, tremble.com
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Favorite Movies:
clockwork orange, willy wonka and the chocolate factory, yeah right!, bowling for columbine, pulp fiction, rushmore, royal tenenbaums, the shining, adaptation, etnies forward, powers of ten, the way things go, bring it on
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Favorite Music:
paul weller, portishead, rjd2, jazzanova, dj shadow, led zeppelin, radiohead, massive attack, st. germain, royksopp, air, k+d, tosca, mos def, smith & mighty, zero 7, nick drake, primal scream, thievery corp, z-trip, gang starr
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About Me:
i'm fine, how about you?
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Who I Want to Meet:
you, especially if you're buying.
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want him. I once made albert come
over, and then I made him throw up.
Well, maybe it was the alcohol. But I
like to take the credit anyway.
Albert is so cool that I like him even
though he stole my brothers quaye tape.
room. A Ferrari that gets good
mileage. A Lincoln Town Car that
you'd want to be seen in. Albert is,
like, an uber Helen of Troy, an
empathetic wonder, a miracle spice
that makes everything taste good. Ok,
enough with the metaphors. What I'm
really trying to say is that Albert is
a straight design fag who likes
football. We all love him, guys,
gals, freaks & nerds alike. Is that
cool or what?
PS: Soft and munchy, creamy and crunchy.
shitty and yet be so coordinated.
Albert is an all around great person.
His talents are endless.
hang with redneck knuckledraggers and
xochitl just fine.
hangs out drunk in the middle of the day
trying to take pictures with old ladys walking
by just so he can put his hand on their butts,
... i have the pictures to prove it.
driving a volvo station wagon. when
he's not pushing pixels or hangin' at
the standard (downtown, of course - i
mean, c'mon - this is albert we're
talkin' about) he throws his bike in
the back, does some gravity/death
defying tricks, and then comes back to
work on monday full of fresh scabs and
a sheepish grin. gotta love him.
because he can bust a "Have a
Beary Christmas" sweatshirt in the
light of day and still be all man?
Maybe because a drink with him on
Friday night more often than not turns
into bloody's on Sunday afternoon?
Or is it because he can tell a joke
that last for 6 hours without ever
making you yawn? Whatever it is, this
crazy bitch loves this fool way too
much.
...well a drunkard degenerate goose anyway.
vibration. Quirky, smart, fun,
serious, deep, funny -- hey, we all
like to do the same shit don't we?
You gotta breathe him in to get the
full effects -- brandy snifter with
tequila. Hint of hipster without the
annoying side effects -- mucho bro and
a kind soul -- who likes to drink as
much as i do.