Teenage Hormone Wrangler, a.k.a. Middle School Teacher
How about we… go see if "The Great Gatsby" does the story justice.
How about we… grab some coffee or tea and some pastries, head to the park, and read the NYTimes sports section aloud (only half seriously).
How about we… drink in the coffee and the Klimt at the Neue Galerie.
An awesome place I've visited:
community bread bake on Chicago's South Side
My perfect Sunday:
Waking up and lounging in bed to the radio, going on a long run/bike, home-cooked food, a nap, and some good conversation along the way
The movie I've watched the most times:
It's a toss up between Amelie or Drop Dead Fred
My life history in 5 sentences or fewer:
I've fiddled my way around New York by way of Minnesota, Chicago, and Krakow, often with fiddle in tow. I avoided being a teacher until I realized that everything I did was somehow related to the edification of others. Most of all, I know that I still have a lot to learn.
My first concert / My dream concert:
First concert: All 4 One (not even one of the good boy bands!) Dream concert: Mahler's Symphony of a Thousand played by an orchestra of Care Bears (or did you not mean a concert I had a dream about...?)
Obscure knowledge I possess:
Conversational sign language
For me, a first date no-no is:
Never asking a single question
What I would bring to show and tell:
something I baked
I secretly want to be:
Daisy Miller, but without that nasty dying business
I want to be with someone who wants to be:
An infatuation of mine:
If I won the lottery and quit my job, I would:
bribe my way into a job at Conde Nast so I could keep getting paid to work as a travel writer.