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Who I'd like to meet:

I tend to like dry, subtle humor more than over-the-top -- though some slapstick and pure shtick (a la Jack Black, Peter Sellers, or the rhino scene in Ace Ventura II) will still set me off. On the downside (potentially, I suppose,) I'm not terribly well-versed in the opera, nor do I pretend more than cursory comprehension of the intricacies of macro-economics. On the popular front, I do root vociferously for sports teams -- in the pro leagues at least (especially the aforementione Bo'Sox and, perhaps paradoxically, my Yew Nork Football Giants!) Whether this will cast me from contention for your favor, I guess you'd have to tell me, but I am hoping to find someone who shares a broad spectrum of interests (presumably a few they're passionate about,) has backbone enough to maintain and express an opinion (articulately would be nice... eloquently would be dreamy!) -- yet generous and curious enough to allow others the same. I do not dwell in my parents basement, nor would I ever attend anything remotely resembling a Star Trek convention. While I have little patience for many 'New Age-y' behaviors (I drive my turbo-charged jalopy as fast as prudence allows -- with the stereo, as oft' as not, rite-crank't,) I do still believe in the admonishment supposedly uttered at the treaty table by Chief Seattle: "The earth does not belong to us; we belong to the earth." So I would probably NOT get along well with someone who was a big fan of the current federal administration, who tends to wear a lot of make-up as a matter of daily regimen (nix the hyper-tweezed eyebrows pleeze,) or who considered a dude who primarily gets his protein from fish and eggs vaguely 'weird' or somehow less manly than the more conventionally carnivorous. Bohemian Cambridge pubs over "clubbing it up". Weakness for really good informal restaurants (East Coast Grill, Chez Henri, Hammersly's Bistro.) Northeast Kingdom, VT; Paris was an excruciating visit the time I went (more beautiful and romantic than I had even imagined...) Dublin and the UK were also spectacular. Always wanted to see the Pyramids, Brasil, Australia... For boob-tubing I prefer Sunday nite HBO over most reality/sitcom drivel. In no particular order: Thomas Mann, Camus, Poe, Nabakov; blue-banna pancakes; sushi, bonsai trees, Cartier-Bresson, Ansel Adams, Vincent Van, Georgia O', almost all Mamet/Hitchcock; English Patient, Royal Tenenbaums, Dog Day Afternoon, Five Easy Pieces, Blue Velvet, Mullholland Drive, 8 &1/2, Wings of Desire, Magnolia, Brazil, Soy Cuba; the New Yorker, weekly, and the Times, ante meridian, over a critical infusion of sometimes hazelnut java...