He moves through life with a calm that belies his hidden talents, and lends truth to the wisdom that still waters run deep. Need an example? He studied Frost and Whitman, but on poetry slam nights his rhymes are equal parts shouting and sledgehammer. By day he tools around uptown on his fixie while yelling at taxi drivers, and at night you’ll find him quietly restoring the woodwork on the vintage Victorian he owns with his fiancée. In between, his neighbors hear a selection of tunes from his vinyl collection and one of them actually asked him to turn it up once. He knows what makes a tomato “heirloom” and can recite the Latin names for all seven varieties he grows. But he’s still waiting for someone to ask.