I like the Oxford Comma. Regrettably, at the moment, I make advertisements (ad-ver-tis-mints) for a living. Less regrettably, I also write.

I use the word 'wench' a lot. Most often just to describe someone who has irked me, less often in the appropriate way.

My bike's name is Blue Lightning. I loveD her. She was taken from me before our love could fully blossom. My new bike's name is Worms. We're still feeling each other out, but I think I might be falling again...

My dog's name is Max. I love him most. I call him Socks. Socks, see, because he had a thyroid problem and his coat was not healthy. I've since put him on medication (homeopathic, of course), and now his coat is growing back, but the first part that filled in was just above his paws, with this fluffy white puppy fur. It looks like he's wearing brand new clean white socks. He is devastatingly handsome. See pictures for proof.

I like:

Good whiskey, dark beer, strong coffee, Socks, Herzog and Allen and Refn and Scorcese, Godard and Fellini, Roth and Bellow and Faulkner, Huxley and Fitzgerald, Salinger and James, Pissarro and Degas and Manet and Monet, rib roast and red wine, steak medium rare and eggs over easy, New York and Paris and Berlin and Barcelona, a new moleskine and a good ballpoint.