Even though Jon comes to us from the tony climes of Philadelphia's Main Line, he has lived in San Francisco long enough to remember a time when the then-embarrassing photo of the Mayor involved a shower and two DJ's, Barry Bonds' head wasn't swollen up like a melon, and phrases like "seize next-generation web readiness" were nary to be heard. Sporadically employed (read, laid off a lot), Jon now has a nice corporate job working for the Man and is quite okay with it. Other than being invited to participate on one of those VH-1 clip shows, his dream is to someday become the world's greatest Drunken Jewish Poet. So far, he's gotten quite good at the drunken part.