I guess what I’m looking for more than anything is banter. That
feeling that you’re riding a conversation around like an ecstatic
toddler riding a St. Bernard around the yard. All big grins and
flailing and sudden direction changes and limitless adventure. The
stuff that keeps you up at 11:30 on a Tuesday night, with the beer
you forgot to drink in your hand because you’re having so much
fun.
I like to talk about big things like politics and society and why people think what they think and do what they do. I'm intensely curious. I’m silly, blasphemous, crabby, funny (with the right person), optimistic, kind, a little neurotic and given to frequent non-sequiturs. I ask a lot of questions and like it when you do too. I tell a good story and like it when you tell me one back. I want to walk by a muffler shop with you and you to grab me and say “That reminds me when I lived in Milwaukee and we had this shitbox Celica than was held together with tie wire”! Or something. Anything. I can be a little chatty, especially if I like you. Not, though, in a My God, I Will Give You All the Money in My Wallet If You Will Only Shut Up kind of way.
I like my place; it’s a good reflection of me. I have a lot of lamps because I don’t like bright, overhead light. I’ve got a thing about lighting and just the right amount of restaurant din.
I like hang out in the darkroom printing an elusive shot with a record playing, but I also like to get out and see a random band. I like taking in an art show that I've never heard of and being introduced to an activity that I would never have thought to engage in. I like crowds and watching people behave in them and am never deterred from something fun because there might be too many people there.
I work in the surreal world of diesel smoke, bad grammar, dipshit politics, un-ironically-worn moustaches and a curious obsession with restaurant portion sizes. My hands are callused and cut and both thumbnails smashed--I won't be doing any hand modeling any time soon. I’m an electrical inspector for a blue-and-white placarded utility company you may have heard of. I say snotty things like: "Where's your hardhat?" and "Don't eat that, it has lead in it!" and my favorite: “Are you going to leave that like that?” I look up blueprints and design standards and safety bulletins and-- shit, I spend a lot of time looking stuff up! It's kind of a weird job-- a cross between a warehouse clerk and a middle school vice-principal.
I like to talk about big things like politics and society and why people think what they think and do what they do. I'm intensely curious. I’m silly, blasphemous, crabby, funny (with the right person), optimistic, kind, a little neurotic and given to frequent non-sequiturs. I ask a lot of questions and like it when you do too. I tell a good story and like it when you tell me one back. I want to walk by a muffler shop with you and you to grab me and say “That reminds me when I lived in Milwaukee and we had this shitbox Celica than was held together with tie wire”! Or something. Anything. I can be a little chatty, especially if I like you. Not, though, in a My God, I Will Give You All the Money in My Wallet If You Will Only Shut Up kind of way.
I like my place; it’s a good reflection of me. I have a lot of lamps because I don’t like bright, overhead light. I’ve got a thing about lighting and just the right amount of restaurant din.
I like hang out in the darkroom printing an elusive shot with a record playing, but I also like to get out and see a random band. I like taking in an art show that I've never heard of and being introduced to an activity that I would never have thought to engage in. I like crowds and watching people behave in them and am never deterred from something fun because there might be too many people there.
I work in the surreal world of diesel smoke, bad grammar, dipshit politics, un-ironically-worn moustaches and a curious obsession with restaurant portion sizes. My hands are callused and cut and both thumbnails smashed--I won't be doing any hand modeling any time soon. I’m an electrical inspector for a blue-and-white placarded utility company you may have heard of. I say snotty things like: "Where's your hardhat?" and "Don't eat that, it has lead in it!" and my favorite: “Are you going to leave that like that?” I look up blueprints and design standards and safety bulletins and-- shit, I spend a lot of time looking stuff up! It's kind of a weird job-- a cross between a warehouse clerk and a middle school vice-principal.
