Book nerd and unashamed literary snob. Tending towards the taciturn rather than the magniloquent. I love many things and hate very few, but I'll decry til my dying days the twin plagues of fixed-gear bicycles and sneakers worn with suits. Decry!

Oh, and I find the whole idea of rating people to be almost unbearably creepy so I guess my profile is destined to forever remain "incomplete".

Working an ethically sound office job; writing for a vocation (but you wouldn't call it a career just yet); volunteering (my profile photo was taken by a 5-year-old Sudanese-Australian kid in Footscray).

Using semi-colons; writing extraordinarily short stories that fit into a single text-message.

Laugh-lines (and laughing).

Books: anything by Muriel Spark, Elizabeth Taylor (the wonderful English writer who died in 1975), Kate Atkinson, James Baldwin, William Maxwell. Oh, and Tristram Shandy! I love that book more than words can say. TV: the Wire (obviously), Community, Louie, Archer, Treme, Breaking Bad, anything with David Attenborough. Films: BIG soft spot for French dramas, anything directed by Kelly Reichardt, Mike Leigh, Ken Loach, Wes Anderson, vintage Woody Allen - I pretty much always go to Nova, but if the Astor's showing old Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, or Marx Bros films, I'm THERE. Music: Grand Salvo, Jason Molina (Songs: Ohia and Magnolia Electric Co), Will Oldham, the Mountain Goats, the Silver Jews - also a lot of jazz (it was a phase). There are a bunch of local bands whose shows I go too religiously, too. Too many more books, films, TV shows, and bands to list! Oh, food goes here too? I like most cuisines. I cook my own dinner 95% of the time and I love riding to farmers markets to get fresh, seasonal produce.

I'm getting to the stage in life where I'm starting to realise that losing or forgetting about things isn't the end of the world, so even though I've got heaps of stuff I suspect none of it's really essential. Though I do really really like my cat.

Everything.

Preparing myself to get up early on Saturday morning. Sometimes dancing til the wee small hours at Bar Open and trying to ignore the fact that I'll only get a few hours sleep before I have to get up early on Saturday morning.

Although I'm not morbid I already have my funeral song figured out; it's Kate Bush's "Hounds of Love".

You read these comments in an appropriately wry frame of mind; you don't mind having a coffee with someone just to see if you might want to have another coffee with them some time further down the road.