Hello world, Mayo here.
My family still calls me by my elusive first name, but my friends can’t resist the draw of my incredibly spreadable last name. Nope: no relation to Hellmann’s, Richard Gere’s character in An Officer and a Gentleman or the famous medical research clinic in Rochester, Minnesota. Since birth, I’ve pretty much been saddled with the same fate as Prince or Jeffrey “Dude” Lebowski with a single-name serving as the preferred nomenclature.
Odds are you’re not going to come up with any original nickname or reference I haven’t heard, but go ahead and knock yourself out. You can’t hold me, you will find ne’er a cracked smile with ironical references to mustard or ketchup (or even the obscure hybrid effort of Dijonnaise), and I prefer my sandwiches and Belgian frites sans the condiment that shares my last name; I personally can’t stand the stuff. Go figure.
Originally from the sunshine state of Colorado (Denver: Gorgeous! Gorgeous!), I now call this lovely city by the Bay “home.” It’s an OK place if you can get past the incessant nice weather, cool people and unbelievable biking, skiing, climbing and salty/fresh water activities. I suppose I’ll just have to make do…
I spend most of my days navigating the wild and wonderful world of Clif and Luna marketing: from ski resorts to vegetable oil-fueled RVs, bikes, bio-diesel and a really large old bus. Can you guess what I’m talking about?! Outside of those minor details, you’ll find me traipsing around the mountains and beaches alike with Buckley, my three-year-old Golden Retriever, sloshing around Northern California trout streams, taking in as much live music as humanly possible and generally enjoying life with friends and family.
Just hold the Mayo on my sandwich and any potential future punch-lines if you don’t mind.