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Montclair, NJ. with my wife I like it here though my hereditary roots lie elsewhere. It's chill. Montclair is a little like the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle, Washington that I grew up in, before Seattle got all Micro-amazoned, grunge-bucked and star-softed into something unrecognizable. Trade
Advertising copywriter. Creative Director since wayyyy before you could get a shirt that says 'creative director' at Urban Outfitters. Things I know about (100% hotlink free, but feel free to Google)
I know about sailing. I know about sailing Dragons in particular and Thunderbirds are a part of my personal mythology. I know about different team sports, particularly basketball. I know about running marathons, and half marathons and 10ks. I know about cars. I know about advertising. I know about car advertising. I know about music, particularly guitar-based 60's-70's-80's-90's era underground and punk. I know about Frank Zappa and Redd Kross and the Flaming Lips and the whole beautiful debacle that was The Wrens. I know about commitment and how to stay married forever. I know about sickness and health. I know about babies and toddlers and kids and teenagers. I know about drugs and alcohol, the disease of alcoholism, how to stay sober and the history of the recovery movement. I know a little about literature, history and less about philosophy. I know about Renaissance Art and Literature. I know about the Medicis and Lorenzo the Magnificent. I know about James Joyce. I know about David Foster Wallace. I know about Shakespeare, and John Donne and the Elizabethan era. I know about the four humors, the Ptolemaic system of retrograde motions, and how Copernicus and Kepler stopped the music of the spheres by putting the sun at one focii and sweeping out equal areas in equal times. I know George Washington died because they bled him when he had a fever. Gee was that misinformed. I know that the Celts left no written record and our best portrait of this vanished civilization came from Julius Caesar, who kept a diary while he was busy exterminating them. I know that a writer that won't write is a like a hawk that wants to be a halibut.I know about words and I was the kid that was fastest at multiplication tables but I'm not much use at math. I know about the male sex drive in all stages of life except old age. I know about Seattle. I know about Southern California. I don't pretend to understand women, or anyone that's not me, for that matter. Not really. I know about obsession and infatuation. I know about Virginia Frances Sterrett and I'm a little bit obsessed with Arts-and-Crafts movment at present. I know about manic depression; it's a frustrating mess. I know about vegetarianism, nutrition, and the effect of various foods on blood sugar. I know about the creative process. I know that our best ideas don't happen in the shower. (Otherwise, we would have laptops that worked underwater.) I know how hard it is to have an idea. I know that's it's even harder to convince other people that a good idea is actually "a good idea." I know a little about human nature, and how our deep, instinctual needs and emotional insecurities drive market forces. I know about meditation. I know about the Vedanta. I know about Gandhi. I know yoga, it means union. I know that's might does not make right. I know that right means necessarily create right ends, even if the ends don't end up being what your originally intended. I know about good and evil. I know you do, too. I know people tend to overcomplicate things when they don't want to admit the truth to themselves. I know about regret. I know about dissolution, forbearance and fatigue. I know the glory of redemption. I know why people do what they do and (generally speaking) why things are the way they are. I know what you're thinking: I wonder if he knows how much we hate a know-it-all, and I do. I know it, too. Enjoy your stay. The showers don't require coins but be aware, hot water is limited. |