Or, you know, introduce me to one of your friends. That could work.

I really like these videos by BriTANicK. Bri, Nick, will one of you go out with me please? Okthanksbye.




PS Thanks, Adeo, for pointing.

happy happy happy happy.

So, I know the blog's been a little weird lately and certainly very sporadic, and perhaps we'll get back to the usual thing (whatever that is) again soon, but all I have to say tonight is: I'm really happy. I had a GREAT birthday today and I LOVE seeing the memories you guys are posting and I LOVE all the wall posts and phone calls and emails and I feel so fucking loved. Goddamn that's a nice feeling.

thank you, thank you, thank you.


If you called me today and we didn't get to speak or I haven't called you back yet (which is pretty much everyone besides Debbie!), I WILL call soon, when I have a day less crazy than today.

I love you! Thanks for reading!!



PS We're onto the sixteenth year of it making me cry when someone calls me beautiful. What the fuck is that?

No, really.

w4m

My first self-description blurb:

Who I am: a big dork who thinks proofreading is fun, yippee! No, really, I'm a glamorous professional dancer. No wait, I'm an "educator" who thinks Israeli dance is a "gateway to Judaism" or some bs. No, that's not it either. Well, I'm a bookslut; that much is clear.

What I'm doing with my life: trying to get it sorted out on a new side of the country. Dancing and reading; being a dance teacher and a librarian. Trying to learn Hebrew. Looking for love. Looking for me. Looking for a cynical, sarcastic, smart guy who knows the difference between "your" and "you're" but still, deep down, has hope for the world. Ok, has hope for his own personal happily-ever-after.

My second attempt:

I currently love: dance movies and kickboxing; sushi, peanut butter, and ice cream. Being sore from working out, being sore from making out (?). Good puns, bad puns, language jokes, geeky jokes. Reading, Running, Harvard Square, NPR. Israel, Hebrew, Israeli dance. Robert Downey Jr., wandering around a new city, road trips, having a foul mouth, summer, going barefoot. Kisses on my neck, frisbee in the park. Conversations that end up requiring diagrams on napkins. Making a mess, enjoying the mess. Camus, Dostoevsky, John Irving, John Steinbeck. Nick Hornby, Tom Robbins. Eating. My friends, my family, my family-friends. Well-defined shoulder muscles. Christopher Guest movies, but "For Your Consideration" sucked. Wonder Woman. Helicopters. Moxy Fruvous, McSweeneys, Tom Stoppard. xkcd. I'm hoping to love forever: a tall, smart, sarcastic, honest boy who loves many (some? a few?) of those things as well.

Which do you like better? Which is more likely to nab me the Boy of My Dreams (TM) ? Are YOU the BoMD? Do you know him? Can you send him my way, pretty please?