bio

Born on the sixth evening November ‘83 had to offer, he disregarded his proposed due date ensuring Thanksgiving dinner wasn’t missed. He grew up, first in the house atop the steep hill (or so he perceived it at the time), and later in the corner house with a street sign in the yard, which he mowed weekly . It was in that corner house that he resigned to follow the Way, a pursuit that has governed every choice he’s made since.

He showed up to college a retired, marginally successful high school gymnast. It was there that the next stage of growing up took place, as he experienced community in such a way that few others ever will.

Traveling to China during his third college summer, he created a blog to chronicle and share his Oriental adventures, and cleverly named it “online diary for the masses.”

Having 206 bones, he is just like everybody else. In nearly all of his undertakings he is average at best.

He enjoys Scrabble, photography, music, musicals, grammar, spelling, experimenting with facial hair, and watching people who are watching people.

He enjoys not materialism, injustice, roller coasters, and unseasonably hot weather.

Many things is he, but phony he is not.

His mother calls him babe, but his friends, acquaintances, and you, call him D.O.