I have degrees in art and science. That basically means I can discuss the molecular properties of paint as well as how it was applied to a canvas. Just a dash more than calling something "pretty". In a way, it makes me unpredictable since I never know which way on any topic I lean. Left brain or right brain.
I wear my heart on my sleeves and I like it that way...but I'm tempered with healthy doses of logic and pragmatism. I guess some call it experience. I like to think of it as learning from my mistakes - especially in my international travells. Boy have I made a lot, but on the brights side, boy do I have a ton of stories.
I love to sing, especially in the shower and in my car. I love to drive. All the time. Anywhere and in any weather - especially in the rain. Something about the rain and the moon that I find comforting. Somewhere between erotic and relaxing. That sweet sweet precarious tipping point of indecision as the drops drum against the roof. I guess it depends on the company you're with.
Touch. It's missing in our lives isn't it? Maybe it's because we're all just a mixed breed. Maybe it's because America started from a bunch of puritans. A breed so repressed and totalitarian even the British couldn't stand em and shipped em across the "pond" as it were. Whatever the reason I'm an advocate of touch. Hugs, kisses, firm handshakes. My background is latin, God knows we feel odd if we can't be on top of each other at all times. You learn to embrace it. Whatever, just be human and reach out and hug someone. They will feel awkward because we're programmed to...but it will make their day.
For more rambling...just click your heels and say "beatlejuice" three times.