“Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Do not be afraid.”
Jesse. Eighteen. Lover of back rubs, eccedentesiast extraordinaire. Born late November. I live by “Humility, Awareness, Sacrifice, Trust.” I hail from Pennsylvania originally, but moved here to the Michigan countryside at an early age. I’m a young gent born into the wrong era. I’m a bleeding heart for some causes, and a vegetarian.
WHAT DO I DO?
I enjoy theatre, fly fishing, and shooting. I’m not much of an athlete admittedly, but I love to ski occasionally, and I won’t usually turn down a pick-up game of football. I play saxophone (baritone, tenor, alto, and soprano), piano (not classical; I just play songs I like by ear,) and didgeridoo. I yearn to play the Uilleann pipes one day.
Classic, prep, trad, slightly rugged. Tweed, repp silk, oxfords, Bean boots, corduroy, waxed cotton, wool, desert boots, chinos, sweaters, and anything with a shawl collar. Rugby, J.Crew (where, incidentally, I work,) Lands’ End Canvas, and vintage shops.
TO PASS THE TIME
I read. Not as much as I ought to, but I read. Poetry, mostly, because I don’t really have the determination to make it through a novel. I love the Great Gatsby, To Kill A Mockingbird, the Rubaiyaat of Omar Khayyam, E.A. Poe (“Annabel Lee” and “To One In Paradise” are my favorites), and Robert W. Service. Machiavelli and Hemingway are my homeboys. I also love to write poetry, short stories, and the occasional one-act play. I’m drawn in to a lot of television programs and films; Forrest Gump is my all-time favorite, followed by Holiday Inn; Girl, Interrupted; Office Space; The Notebook (no shame); Arrested Development; Criminal Minds; Law & Order: SVU; and the First 48. Also, pretty much anything on the History Channel.
As far as music goes, a little bit of everything. Johnny Cash, the Avett Brothers, Mumford & Sons, Billy Joel, Langhorne Slim, non-Thrift Shop Macklemore, Coltrane, soul, Bon Iver, Bob Dylan, and so much more. When in doubt, listen to Ingrid Michaelson, my favorite songstress/goddess/siren ever.
I’m in senior year. Looking into the University of Michigan (where my brother went and my sister currently studies), Michigan State, the University of Virginia, and the University of Pittsburgh. I’d like to earn a doctorate in clinical & forensic psychology.
I’m single. In the words of Mr. Cash, “Don’t know that I will, but until I can find me a girl who’ll stay and won’t play games behind me, I’ll be what I am: a solitary man.”
MY LIFE PLAN
I’d like to go to university for psychology (specifically, forensic psychology, with a bit of clinical,) and eventually earn a doctorate (assuming I’m still sane by then.) I’d like to move to a city (probably a smaller one) and work for a governmental agency (FBI, CIA, or any of the other acronyms.) Provided that I do find someone special, I want the wedding processional from the Sound of Music played at my ceremony. I’d like to have some young’ns, three of whom will be named Elmira , Niko (Nikolaus,) and Caoimhe. (Abigail’s in the mix, too.) After living in the city, I’d like to move to the country, preferably on the Maine coastline in a house perched atop some cliff, or on Old Mission Point in northern MI (the orchards, vineyards, and lake are beautiful.) I’ll wear lots of tweed, go shooting in the fall, fly fishing in the summer, and dog-sledding and snow-shoeing in the winter, and get a few dogs named Johnny and June. (If you get that reference, you’re on my good side.) Maybe I’ll sail and harvest cherries or apples. I’d like to take up Highland or Uilleann pipes by then, and master circular breathing for the didgeridoo. Then I’ll teach my grandchildren how to fish, shoot, and be proper ladies and gentlemen because they’re so scarce in this day and age.
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Travel to Europe, particularly: Norway, Czech Republic, and Italy.
Hear “Get Low” sung in an Indian accent. (How funny would that be?!)
Find the perfect brown tweed jacket. (Materialistic, sure.)
Spend a night with the girl I(’ll) love on a blanket under the stars.
Own and maintain a classic car.
Ride in a tweed run.
See the Northern Lights.
Save a life.
Go camping in an old-school way, with cots and a stove and one of those canvas tents.
Print a picture of Ice Cube and tape it to the ice dispenser at a fast food joint.