I'm a writer, teacher, model-slash-actor, citizen of the world, and book nerd. I'm into nineteenth-century print culture, books of any kind, performance art, polemical films, and assorted random oddities. I'm from San Francisco and just moved to Tokyo... so I'm looking for new friends to show me around. Not looking for a boyfriend right now.

Working, working out, planning my next trip, hanging out with my friends, trying to decide if I should go back for my PhD, spacing out...

conversation, cooking, crocheting, alliteration (apparently). Being a fun date. Not taking small stuff too seriously. Not taking things personally.

Good question. Probably my vocabulary if I'm feeling smug.

Authors/Poets: Toni Morrison, Flannery O'Connor, Poe, Carl Sagan,
Walt Whitman

Music: The Clash, The Knitters, The Black Lips, silly pop
music, all kinds of obscure random world music, old New Orleans
funk, The Ponys

Movies: Breakfast at Tiffany's, Shawshank, any film by the Coen
Brothers or Christopher Guest.

Food: French, Vietnamese, sushi, tacos, sugar

books, my laptop, coffee, my friends, my passport, a good pen with black ink.

finishing my unfinished book, where I left my car, the origin of the universe

After work tonight, back at my apartment, I happened to notice a little bird chirping outside my window. A sweet little thing, pudgy, with a white crest and shiny, teal-black head. He was hanging on a wire just waiting for me to greet him. I sat down on my sofa and pried opened the window extra wide, hoping he might burst into an ornamented, melodious tune, and then he and his friends would fly into my parlor and they'd tie ribbons in my hair, as it happened so often in the Disney films of my youth.

But instead he just chirped, but it was a pointed chirp, an exhorting chirp... clearly he was trying to tell me something. Just then my phone told me I received an email from OKC. Was it a sign?

So I asked the feathered oracle: "Say little bird, you think I'll meet someone special anytime soon? A really great guy, who will watch movies with me and get my weird shit and tickle me until I scream?"

Immediately he stopped chirping and peered at me sideways, to get a good, long look. He then hopped off the wire and flew right into the side of my building.

at home reading or watching a movie usually. occasionally out to dinner with friends.

anything. just ask. :)

You're educated, intelligent, healthy, emotionally sophisticated and available, and have your shit together. I tend to prefer scruffy, outdoorsy, masculine types. Not really into slick guys with lots of hair product, religious-types, married, taken, poly, or maniacal sports fans. Please have a completed profile with photos. Yes, I know you're too cool/smart/busy for the random OKC questions, but you're here anyway. If you're all zeros I assume you're just looking at photos.

A few considerations if you'd like to message:
*If you have photos of your penis on your profile, or send me photos of your penis/nude body, I'm not going to respond. I'm sure you're a totally stable human being, but it's just too jarring and completely freaks me out. I'm totally cool with nakedness, just not before I get to know a person.
* I have a healthy dislike of LOL and OMG, when I see these neo-acronyms in print I automatically remove IQ points, I don't know why I just do. One of my Luddite quirks.
* Remember, there's a real person behind this profile. Please don't IM me at 7:00 am on a Saturday. I haven't had my coffee yet, and might not be in a super sexy mood.
* It's really strange when (grown?) men write direct sexual propositions to me as an ice breaker. I understand the impulse to say crazy shit to a stranger, but it likely won't make for a good start to anything. Such submissions will probably just get passed around my office in a memo entitled, "Look at what this crazy motherf-cker sent me." You've been warned.