A minute or two to find out who I am will be time well spent. So, in no particular order: I am a cat person. I am the opera on Friday, synagogue on Saturday, and the Phillies on Sunday. I am a occasional DJ, frequent music writer, and hobbyist poet. I am the whisper in your ear, the kiss on your lips, the quiver in your tummy, maybe even the marks on your wrists. I am not devoid of feelings or fears. I am always cleaning up my office. I am scary good with trivia. I am a jack-of-all-scenes, master of none: wannabe hipster, fringe goth, marginal club kid. I am ready to go whale-watching or try snowboarding in a heartbeat. I am doing what I love. I am a designer of books, logos, websites, maybe even dreams. I am hoping to finish that second screenplay. I am a slut, taking the radical stance that sex is nice and pleasure is good for you. I am tired of sentences that start "I am". I am the one (out of five) that eHarmony can't categorize. I am not a number, I am a free man. I am all that, and a bag of chips.