Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
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sailed San Francisco Bay on a sun-drenched and blustery day;
stargazed from that little stream whirling past Phantom
had the heebeegeebees in a Parisian catacomb;
been offered money by the homeless in Kenmore Square;
pitched a tent in the rocky shadow of Haleakala;
bathed in the buzz of Piccadilly Circle atop a double-decker;
rambled through New England with a trash-can rock band;
launched my convertible off a Santa Cruz mountain switchback;
never forgotten the scent of the Tsukiji Fish Market at dawn;
pilfered travertine from the Appian Way one RAINY, RAINY, RAINY
made the sign of Dickie's cross at Waimea Bay;
cycled the Enchanted Circle beneath an unrelenting sun;
declined partnership consideration at a Silicon Valley law
returned to Rhode Island to care for my elderly parents;
toasted my Italian citizenship in the piazza of Nonno’s
witnessed the evanescent clamor of Zuccotti Park;
received the stink-eye from a manta ray in the open ocean;
tried my level-best to drink-dry an open-bar at the Temple of
skinny-dipped the inviting waters off of Vernazza; and
cheered-on the Super Friends as they posed from a fire escape in
the Castro one long-ago Halloween.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I am 27.356228% finished with the questionnaire right now. In two
years, I hope to be at least 43.3399754% finished. In five, I'll
have servants do this stuff for me.
In my 3-D life you might find me staving off a bad case of
inbox-creep, nesting, exorcising some corporate yoke or other, on
the water, or knocking at the door of jazz guitar. I loves it so,
but jazz still hurts me fingers.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Sous-Chef duty! I apprenticed with my dad who specialized in the
instant-oatmeal, toast, and popcorn arts. I’m compiling the
definitive retrospective of his culinary oeuvre right now. It’s
called "Pop's Corn".
The first things people usually notice about me
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is definitely my cat, Mr. Wabbit. You can't really tell from this
picture, but she has shimmering plaid fur:
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/ o o \
\__~__/ --- "wuff"
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
I like this essay-prompt. I've collected some tasty cultural
baubles thanks to some other profiles.
Some things I dig:
♔ nature's majesty
♔ the visual art's greatest hits
♔ standard fare public/lefty radio/TV
♔ Chomsky, Hedges, Moyers, Krugman, Greenwald, et al. (Basically,
if Dick Cheney secretly fantasizes about sending someone to
Guantanamo, I prolly dig 'em.)
♔ The New Yorker (I profoundly respect the über-read but after
reading/writing all workday/week it seems I rarely have it in me to
summit a literary mountaintop these days.)
♔ discovering offbeat food (although I balked at that cube of pig
fat in Castelbuono)
♔ music? only 12 tones ... hardly seems possible ...
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
I'm still honing my list but odds are this question will not be on
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
... context ... and I think I'm alone on this. Ever had this
Her: S o o o o o o o ... what's your favorite color?
Me: Are we talking about the sky or your hair?
Her: Nevermind. Is this glass half empty or half full?
Me: I don't know. Did you just drink out of it or pour into
Her: Ugh ... anyway ... you've NEVER been on Facebook AND you have
a Nietzschean disgust for what you call the banal masses
instinctively flocking there? You are, nonetheless, perfectly
content to bare it all right there on OKC - naked as the eyes of a
Me: Ummmmmm ... It's a big ol' goofy world, ain't it?
Her: What!?!? Either I'm obtuse or you're obscure.
Me: Whoa ... Now THAT'S hot. ô¿~
Me: Wait! What? Where are you going?
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
... having fun filling out the forms and playing with the pencils
there on the Group W bench.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Catherine the Great had twelve consorts throughout her reign. These
were known as her "favorites". OKC lets you have scores of
favorites, which is just too overwhelming to think about. Candidly,
I'd be happy with one.
I don't know or particularly care where she is. Ideally, though,
she’ll be educated, balanced, loyal, and imperfect but disarmingly
sincere; and we'll inspire, teach, frustrate, and forgive each
other across the great sweep of time. She may have children and, if
so, I understand that their actualization is a priority. Oh yeah,
she’ll sometimes do this *thing* that makes me want to write bad
checks and I'll be TOTALLY defenseless against it. When I finally
find her (one last time!), her thoughtfulness will be reciprocated,
her intellect and playful wit will be celebrated, and her happiness
and growth will be taken as seriously as my own.
You should message me if
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... you like the fact that I may spontaneously dart between totally
sincere and antic. After all, you do it too and it keeps us on our
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