I have been living in New York since 2007, and come from Orlando, Florida. In college, I lived in a house called “Panarchy” with fellow mad scientists and artists, which I think explains a lot. Before meeting Jane, I worked at ten other places in New York (including selling shoes at the flagship Macy's, panhandling for Greenpeace, steaming garments at a thrift store, and doing the building operations at the Hearst Corporation's headquarters). The most interesting job I was ever offered was a "booking agent" position, which turned out to be an administrative job for an escort agency. It was the same agency Eliot Spitzer used to get dates. I have a dog named Brompton. My friend Janos rescued Brompton when he was a stray puppy roaming the streets of Biloxi after Hurricane Katrina. He's a lab mix and loves to meet new people, which is why he likes the city so much. Well, that and all of the garbage in the street.
What I Do, Job-wise: Intern with Jane Pratt at SAY Media
What I Do, Fun-wise: I get around, doing all sorts of things with my friends that they wouldn't want me discussing here. I write plays, screenplays and fiction. I play music-- keyboard, guitar, and the saxophone. I'm what people call a "good sport." I also enjoy crashing parties, and cooking and entertaining to make up for the bad karma that sometimes comes with party crashing.
My Motto: “Not So Proud (I'd Do it Again)” This should be envisioned as a song title on a shiny album that has gone platinum. Or on a shield in Latin, as "Secus superbus efficio iterum" if you prefer.
My Anti-Motto: "Quod me nutrit me destruit" or equivalent b.s. This should be envisioned as a tramp stamp on a wrinkly back, 50 years from now.
The First Movie Star I Ever Had A Crush On: Is Jonathan Taylor Thomas considered a movie "star'? Also Eric in his formal sailor uniform in Walt Disney’s The Little Mermaid (in theaters, age 4).
My “celebs to make out with” list: David Boreanaz, Amare Stoudemire, David Byrne, Heath Ledger (when he was alive), and Lindsay Lohan with red hair. There are more, but I generally go for people I know in real life.
The Most Played Song On My iTunes: Probably something from the Pet Sounds album, or Black Sabbath’s Paranoid album. But “Ring of Fire” by Johnny Cash gets a good share of airtime.
Last Book I Read Without Skimming Any Parts: The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon.
My Most Worn Item of Clothing: My mother’s mink coat. Or, a pair of leather riding boots that I bought six or seven years ago in a thrift store. When I bought them, I thought "Oh good, now I'll never need to buy riding boots again" and they have been soled and re-soled a dozen times. They were on my feet when I moved to New York. And now that the riding boot trend has taken off, they are completely worn out. Probably beyond repair. But I still love them more than anything and wear them despite. I'm so picky that I haven't been able to find a replacement yet that is "just right." I'm hoping the trend will become so widespread that good leather riding boots will be affordable again. But that may just be wishful thinking.
I smell like: Savon de Marseille and a sandalwood blend, or Stella McCartney on a good day. On a bad and sweaty day, I can only describe it as "wet cheeseburger" and "industrial strength cancer-causing antiperspirant."
I Have Faked An Orgasm (Yes/No): Yes. But luckily, I haven't for some time and have vowed to never do it again.