I've mostly lived in Portland since 2006; this town has helped me figure out who I want to be, and it has consistently nurtured me along the way. I'm in love with and indebted to this beautiful goddamn city! I make a pretty rad tour guide (references available), but I'm also fine with being the tourist.
There's still an east-coasty, Woody-Allenesque side of me that's only partially buried, whining about stray raccoons crapping on the sidewalk in front of my apartment.
I don't worry about this kind of stuff, but others sometimes do: I consider myself a very heteroflexible, far-left, radical idealist. I pay PGE extra every month so they power my home with alternative energy sources. Not too keen on cars or guns. Dogmatic belief freaks me out; my religion happens when I look up every day and realize how mindblowingly weird it is to exist at all, and how fortunate that makes us.
My dad was Black Irish and my mom was Basque, but most people who know me assume that I'm from a different planet. The optimist in me tends to agree.
The first time I ever bubbleflooded someone's kitchen, it was terrifying and I kinda felt like Punky Brewster. The fourth time I ever bubbleflooded someone's kitchen, however, I felt like Loki (Norse god of mischief and chaos). Anyway, the moral of the story is that you should probably keep me away from your dishwasher. Unless you're ready for a bubbly kitchen dance party!