What is with that picture?

What isn’t with it? It is just me wearing my suite trying to look good for this site. Nothing more nothing less. It is from a couple of years ago, so I might be updating it with my new hairdo (a fro)

what are you?

Vegetable? Mineral? Animal?

I am a person named Zach. I thought that was pretty self explainable

do you play the violin?

As you may have notice it sometimes takes me a while to answer a question. This is mainly due to my laziness Violin is not for someone who is lazy in fact it is the exact opposite. So no violin for me, but I do play the player piano.

do you have a life?

Yes I do.

thanks for asking I got it on Ebay and you can too



now where did all those pink "people" go?

What is your favorite brand of anything on the market?

Some sat h best way to win a man’s heart is through food. As Estelle who works at the Fenway Stah (translation: Star) Market can tell you I love food. Not only do they say not to go to a supermarket hunger, but they also say don’t let Zach shop at a supermarket. I usually come back with tons of stuff I didn’t need (candy, soda, pop tarts, chips, Newman O’s….) and missing many things I did. I admit I am a junk food vegan and the best vegan treat that is so amazingly good is Purely Decadent Peanut Butter Zig Zag. It is the world’s best soy ice-cream Even if you think you will hate soy ice-cream try that stuff first. I bet you will end up buying out all of Whole Foods supply.

What is your fav Mr. Masi story?

For all of you out there who have no clue what a Masi is he was my science teacher in 7th and 8th grade. He was an interesting character to say the least. How many of your science teacher taught in the third person “Mr. Masi says it is time to hand in your coloring sheets.” Or for that matter had you do coloring sheets (in 7th/8th grade). The local paper had stories in it about him keeping road kill in the staff freezer and for giving the sex-ed class a play by play of what goes on in the Masi house.

So on to my favorite Mr. Masi story that is the tale of Figwort. In our class we had to do a report on a spice and bring some in either in a baked good or just to smell and taste. This had nothing to do with what we were learning but it was probably a ploy for him to get some more free food out of us. So I came up with the idea of making up a spice. Basically I looked in the old Britannica under spice where I saw a long list of crazy spices including that of figwort. So that’s the one I picked. In the kitchen I threw a teabag’s contents, jell-o, instant soup, and some other random stuff together. That was the birth of Figwort. I then wrote a great work of fiction about the history of figwort (it was form Africa and after slaves it was the number one export during the 1700’s) Not only did he enjoy the taste of it, but he asked where he could buy it. I said I found it at some spice shop downtown. The paper got an “A” so I did a god job (or at least the pats were while he was grading it).

PS. Here is something real about figwort