Fred Uebele
Age: Mental or Physical? I mean...come on, I could pass for 30. When I was heavier, I could pass for 35. My maturity level might be even older than that....I'm 23, though. That's the "number" assigned to me. Whatever it means. Hell, be the 1000th person to call me a 40 year old and win a prize!
Address: Little Italy - for the last two years and at least until next Augustest side of Chicago - the ghetto. First three years of my life - Warrenville, IL. Next 15 years - Naperville, IL. First year of college - Philadelphia, PA. Second year of college - UIC Dorms, Chicago, IL. Third year of college and that summer - North Lawndale (lovely neighborhood!!), Chicago, IL. Wish I were in Vienna, but we can't have it all.
School/Major: Graduated from UIC (University of Illinois at Chicago) in May, 2007 with degrees in Theatre-Acting and Theatre-Directing Design. Will graduate in December, 2007 with a degree in History - (European - 1789-1914). I also graduated from UIC's Honors College which would be more of an accomplishment if you needed anything more than a pulse to be in it.
Sexual Orientation: Would I really be putting this statistic in if I were sraight? I like saying that I am of the homosexual persuasion. It has a very late 19th Century drawing room in a victorian mansion feel to it.
Anything Else? Well, of course there is, but I can't just explain it like my life were some sort of f-cking resume. Here goes...I'm the kind of person that:
- takes pictures of buildings in advanced states of decay because I find them fascinating. Think about it...all these buildings that contained so much life and vitality slowly turning into nothing. I took pictures of some abandoned public housing and they were beautiful. History is beautiful
- talks and looks like a staunch Republican yuppie but is really a liberal Bush-hater. I can't believe this man became president (he didn't really, but we won't get into that right now). That and the stormtroopers he brought with him (Ashcroft, Rumsfeld, Rice, et al). Wesley Clark for pres!
- goes to parties, drinks, and still ends up being the responsible one. Yes I do drink. Yes, I know it's illegal for my age. I also know my tolerance and don't make an ass out of myself.
- has no clue what he wants to do with his life and is sadly optimistic about it. When you think you want to be an architect for 16 years of your life and it shatters in one month, everything you've done in your life comes into question.
- rails against the world while walking down city streets. Not really, but it kind of defines how I walk down a sidewalk.
- desperately wants to write the great American play or novel on just who we are in the 21st Century
- is always put together. For the people that know me; have you ever seen me wear sweatclothes? have you ever seen me look like hell? (holocaust survivor comments aside...) Damn straight! I also wear well-known labels... as long as I can find them at Goodwill or Salvation Army. I love resale shopping, and it's not just because I'm cheap
- can bore you to death on subjects ranging from cinema to architecture to public housing to affirmative action to Buddhism (not a religion!!) to the Civil War.
- can't make friends. I'm notoriously antisocial, almost impressively so. But once I do make friends, can't live without them. Ay, there's the rub.
- loves independent, arty films, but isn't above watching Will & Grace or Scrubs
- wishes he has read more serious fiction and poetry than he has. I tried Walt Whitman and hated it; tried Don Quioxte and wanted to burn the book. Oops...
- is a disillusioned idealist
- enjoys rainy days and long walks down cemetery paths, streets he's never been down before, and abandoned houses
- steals architectural decoration off houses that are going to be demolished. So far; six bricks, one marble hunk, two doorplates, one doorknob, four brackets, one piece of moulding, one baluster.
- thinks we are all writing a gigantic Dostoyefsky novel starring clowns. Think about it; it's the only way to explain everything.
- makes snap judgments about people that have been known for five seconds. Half the time I'm horribly right; half the time I'm horribly wrong. I'm willing to live with those odds.
- knows a duchess. "So I said to the Duchess, I said..."
- has compiled a book of quotations that adequately describe my views on everything without me having to come up with new ideas. How American...
- is intense, not angry. Well, pretty damn angry sometimes, but that's only out of intensity... I care deeply about too many things that I can't change or control. Oops.