August 27, 2006
Meet the Fockers part II …
… was not nearly as good as Meet the Fockers part I, which was a brilliant film. If no one else wants to go next, I will, as I share the same three letters as Deron and his siblings…
I didn’t live in a place as exotic as Tehran, though I spent a good deal of my childhood in Mexico, being kidnapped back and forth across the border between Guadalajara and Portland, Oregon. Like Deron, I also spent some time in California, and then became addicted to rock climbing. Climbing became an obsession that dictated the course of my life. At the time I was studying mathematics and then physics (in Arizona), but I abandoned my PhD (piled higher and deeper) to rock climb and write in the black hills of South Dakota. Did some time in southern France working on a film, gravitated back to Tucson a few times, and some other places like Savannah, Georgia, and New Hampshire before “settling” in New York City, where I started Sleepingfish magazine and Calamari Press. For gainful employment I work in web production, for Napster for a bunch of years, and currently with Comedy Central. Like Deron I like non-American football, and I love college hoops, but unlike Deron, I absolutely loathe the automobile. My deep hatred of cars is probably the main reason I live in Manhattan. I do like dogs though, but have never been in a position to have one. I’ve been married for almost ten years. No kids or a dog, yet. I can make a sound that sounds just like a cat. I have a hole in my chest. It doesn’t take much to get me to sweat. That pretty much sums it up. Who’s got next?
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were we separated at birth?
one of these days, we’ll all have to meet up with Coop for a weekend in Hueco Tanks…
good times.