I like to laugh more than I like to cry. I like to bring laughter and beauty to the world around me. Music is quite important to me.

I'm a permaculture consultant, and am helping develop a few pieces of property. I have also started painting this year.

Whatever I really want to be good at; with enough time of course.

Probably the way I speak. Or my name. That is a hilariously common conversation starter for other people.

I love going to live music events. I like a wide range of music, including (but not limited to) Bluegrass, Electronic, Rock, Jazz, Classical, Hip-Hop, and the Blues. The band I go out of my way most often to see live is Sector 9. Really the list of what I don't like is very short and mostly based on my mood. I would seriously challenge you to put on some music that I can't get into.

I LOVE to cook. I have been told by many people that I should start a restraunt. I especially love to bake pie/quiche.

Books/Authors/Poets: Arthur C. Clarke, William S. Burroughs, Aldous Huxley, Terence Mckenna, Daniel Pinchbeck, Shakespeare, Dr. Seuss, Ray Bradbury, Paolo Coehlo, Joseph Campbell, Bill Mckibben, Michael Pollan, John Steinbeck, Charles Bukowski, Allen Ginsberg. The Human Voice by Anne Karpf. The Secrets of the Talking Jaguar by Matin Prechtel. Anthony Burgess's A Clockwork Orange, The Silmarillion... Check back occasionally as I will be adding to these lists ;)

Movies: I Heart Huckabees, Everthing Kubrick ever made, Monty Python movies, Documentaries, anything by Hayao Miyazaki, Basquiat, Star Wars AND Star Trek series...

I had a roommate who was obcessed with South Park, so I have seen literally every episode. I like the Daily Show/Colbert Report. I can get down on a good number of the adult swim cartoons. Recently rediscovered my love of Star Trek.

Rivers
Friends/Family
Solitude
Music
GOOD food/drink
Art in its myriad forms

Art, Activism, Life, The Universe, Poetry, Everything...

Typical?

Why do I feel like I'm on my own
No place that I will ever call my home
Save for the space within my bones

The cage that shields my heart from harm
The frame that gives my soul physical form
And roots me to the earth, the ground from which I'm growin'

Sometimes it tries to blind me; tries to keep me from knowin'
That time is an illusion, and my spirit keeps on flowin'
Beyond the edge of space, and all we can currently see

Open your eyes; you may come to find, the deeper mystery
The truth is not for knowing; it is simply for living
And though my love is not for free, it is always for giving

you have the time and the inclination. I do better on the response end of these kinds of arrangements -that is, conversations with no clear beginning and with someone who is still a stranger- so the more you write, the more I am likely to write back. Who knows... You might pique my interest and really get me goin' on about something. Bonus Points for good grammar ;)