I can tie a proper bow tie, find my way through the jungle, talk my way past corrupt cops and keep three lit torches in the air. I've lived on four continents and traveled in sixty countries, ridden a horse across Tibet and sailed the Caribbean, but the Bay feels like home.
I bike, backpack, play jazz and polo, read, practice yoga, ride horses and motorcycles, and garden on my roof. I usually have a creative project or twoin the works. I keep up on current events in a serious way, bordering on obsessive. Near warm water, I dive. Near cold water, ski. I think about returning to a few old hobbies, such as sculpting, but not just yet. My preference is old-school figurative, though I did weld a bit on the metal figures in the photos, which were originally exhibited, temporarily, in a dramatic desert environment.
I have great friends, many of whom I've known for a very long time. I believe that chivalry is not dead, loyalty is not out of style and in leaving the world better than we found it. Give me interesting thoughts, a perfect line, the right touch, the one true note. Snuggling is good, too.
At the moment, I am running a startup and advising another, so hours hectic and unpredictable. This will calm down soon, I am certain of it.
I've officiated at nine weddings.
Things I'd like to practice/improve these days: music, Spanish, French, archery, and enough soccer skills to join a pickup game without looking like I wandered onto the field accidentally.
The part that I was told to include by a female friend: 'smart, charming, clever, kind, sweet, edgy, slightly nuts and wonderful.'
At least five books by friends and one by a friend of my father. Back issues of Lapham's Quarterly to take on trips, and New Yorkers which I pass, after I've read them, to a literate homeless gentlemen who frequents my street.
Music: The usual is jazz or long things with clever words, but then... my playlists say otherwise. I can sing the lyrics to an astonishing number of songs, which is sometimes good, sometimes not. I am self-aware that way.
[I'll come back to those last two as the situation warrants…]
- Passport, maps, the usual accoutrements.
- The Outside. The World. The World Outside.
- New things to learn. It's a habit.
- Books. Magazines. Things to read.
- My rooftop garden, humble though it may be.
- Serious amusement
- People. Certain people.
I make that to be six, precisely. My profile, my rules.
Shakespeare could have been talking about you when he wrote: 'Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale / Her infinite variety: other women cloy / The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry / Where most she satisfies'