Justin Loyd Kufahl "Kuf"
Birthday: October 21, 1975
Name Day: June 16th
Height: 6 feet 3 inches
Weight: 190
Eyes: Hazel
Hobbies: Basketball, Football, Bartending, Live Music, Dancing, Wine, Skydiving, Acting, World Travel, Eating at nice restaurants, Watching movies, Animals, writing short stories/poetry.
BELOW: Joel, Rob and I bartending at a wedding
Favorite Movies: Trainspotting, Pulp Fiction, Scarface, Swingers, Seven, True Romance, Cape Fear, Jacob's Ladder, Deliverance, The Deer Hunter, Aliens, The Game, Good Fellas, Dazed & Confused, The Big Lebowski, Austin Powers, Pink Floyd The Wall, Dawn of the Dead, Planes Trains & Automobiles, Blazing Saddles, Being John Malkovic, Blade, The Sixth Sense, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Fight Club, etc.
Favorite Bands: Bobby Womack(1), The Replacements, Radiohead, Nirvana, Soul Coughing(2), Cake(3), Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds(1) , Lou Reed(1) , Big Bad Voodoo Daddy(2), B.B. King, Bob Marley, The Doors, The Rolling Stones(1), Bob Dylan(2), Live(3), Red Hot Chili Peppers (1), A Tribe Called Quest, Simon & Garfunkel, Marvin Gaye, Curtis Mayfield, Beck(2), Alice In Chains, REM(1), Frank Sinatra, Mozart, Squirrel Nut Zippers(1), James Brown(1), Pearl Jam(3), The Urge(5), Sponge(1), Rancid(2), Elvis Presley, The Strokes(1), The White Stripes(2), Counting Crows(1), Staind (1), The O'Jays(1) Sade(1), Ben Folds Five(1), Naughty by Nature(1) and System of a Down (1). (Numbers denote how many times I have seen them live in concert)
Pictures from concerts/celebrities
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ABOVE: Getting a shave in Germany. Middle: They told me a coat and tie was required . . but they did not specify the need for pants. Right: Eating Pizza in Holland.
Things/people that piss me off: Crying babies, crappy bands like Hanson & The Spice Girls, KSU & Mizzou fans, people who borrow things and don't return them.
Favorite Color: Black
Favorite Cities to visit : 1) Rome, Italy
2) Salzburg, Austria
3) Budapest, Hungary
4) Prague, Czech Republic
5) Amsterdam, Holland
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Misc. Philosophical Beliefs: The world contains close to 6 billion people today. We are on pace to have 18 billion by the time I reach age 50. Earth may seem huge, but only a limited amount of natural resources for sustaining life are available. Soon all our petty wars over oil, religion, and money may instead be fought over land to produce food. We are like insects trapped in a jar whose problems only become magnified as our population grows exponentially. I support any measures that prevent our species from totally destroying the world's resources. We are responsible for the largest period of mass extinction in the entire history of this planet. Plants and animals are wiped out before they are even discovered, the hole in the ozone constantly expands, acid rain pours down on our precious soil, and rain forests disappear by the mile each day. As the self-professed "masters of the earth" we like to think everything important is directly attributable to humans or God. I believe our destiny is to become extinct just like the millions of organisms to live and die on earth before us. Mere intelligence does not insure immortality, nor protect us from our self-destructive tendencies.
My views on the proper way to live one's life have changed greatly over the years. I believe most people in my situation see life as a series of predictable events. These are as follows: birth, childhood, education, work, starting a family, retirement and death. People get married and have children merely because it seems like the right thing to do or because they have "reached that age." I question the very basis on which this idiotic series of events is based. Why have children before you are mature enough to take care of them properly? Why wait until you are old to travel if by that time all you do is sit around complaining about your arthritis? Why should I settle for anything less than the best life has to offer? The answers for me are clear: piss on conventional wisdom and the weak-minded people who never question the choices life gives them.
The photo below provides the best evidence I know of for why I am so weird. From Left to Right we see my brother Kevin, Mother Pat, Aunt Mary, Grandpa, Grandma, and finally Aunt Kay holding me. I call your attention to the following facts obvious in this picture:
1. My Aunt is puffing away on a cigarette which may have caused me early brain damage due to second hand smoke.
2. I am busy trying to eat my own hand as if I'm not fat enough in this picture.
3. Somehow I ended up wearing yellow and red clothing that clearly does not match. Many people worry about my fashion decisions today. This problem obviously has roots that run very deep.
4. The most obvious problem here is the unconventional way in which I am being held. Hulk Hogan could appreciate the sheer power of this hold to subdue any foe. All potential physical damage aside, this is simply not the right way to hold a child. I'm in pain just looking at this! Let this be a lesson to all future parents.
