I like loud music, technology, strong coffee, interesting noises, and black clothing.
I don't mind chopping wood and I don't mind if the money is no good.
I'm often doing things with a bicycle: breaking it, fixing it, hopefully riding it.
I'm a musician. I play drums in a band. Synths and guitars are slowly crowding me out of my apartment...
If you're comparing me to my photos on this site, then I guess you're probably noticing that I am no longer bearded or longhaired. I should probably get a new photo.
I like a lot of music. Telefon Tel Aviv, Squarepusher, Fiona Apple, Neil Young, and Deftones are a few favorites. I have cultivated an IDM station on Pandora that I'm sure is better than most of the stuff you listen to. Don't think so? Try me.
I don't believe in reincarnation, but if I did, I would want to come back as Missy Elliott.
I like all food, especially if it's spicy. There's an Indian restaurant in my neighborhood that supplies me with a lot of takeout. I drink my coffee black and my whiskey neat like nature intended.
I'm usually behind on my podcast subscriptions: Radiolab, This American Life, 99% Invisible, Lexicon Valley, Freakonomics Radio, Benjamen Walker, way too many...
something to make noise with
time alone to think
music to listen to
John Bonham's kick drum and all of the mandolin parts on Led Zeppelin III.
Why isn't this computer doing what it's supposed to be doing?
How can I afford a bigger apartment so I have more room for synths and guitars?
How do people survive in such impractical shoes?
You read something interesting, intriguing, or infuriating among all those words up there.