Altogether pretty quiet.

This site keeps insisting that I expand this bit, so I'll natter on about irrelevancies. I am a great fan of chocolate, particularly dark chocolate, and especially those pretentious artisanal types that lend themselves to connoisseurs in search of the unique and distinctive nuances of each particular flavor. Which I'm not.

I spend too much time reading other people's thoughts. It's one thing to follow scholarly debates, but I'm also a fiend for gossip about personal conflicts, though I don't often participate and never do manage to pass the information on. Not the noblest pursuit, but if I were aiming for nobility, I'd go and find myself a coat of arms.

Which should clue you in that I'm a student of history. Anthropology too, incidentally. At some point, I'm supposed to start saying "I am a historian" or "an anthropologist", but I'm pretty sure I'm not there yet. I was tempted to type "an historian" up there, so just in case you were wondering if I'm a pretentious pseudo-intellectual fuckwad? Ayup.

University. Attending school at Santa Cruz for most of the year, but I hail originally from, and spend my summers in San Diego. My majors are in the Humanities, I'm afraid, which continue to be pretty damn impractical unless you're a politically astute ass-kisser. I can't tell if I am, but my current lack of gainful employment suggests not.

Um. I can drive pretty well on mountain roads. I can laugh at the most juvenile and insipid jokes. I'm very good at being quiet. Sleeping odd hours. Been told I don't startle easily.

Putting anything too earnest here is really kind of hubristic, non?

Hair. I've a lot of it, for a male.

Distinctive green eyes! Zey will mesmerize, non?

I speak with an accent, apparently. It's not any kind of British or Commonwealther, but it's not recognizably American either. (Except when I lapse into surfer-drawl. Duuude).

Ever read The Phantom Tollbooth? It's pretty much the best instance of the entire history of Juv Lit. Tied with The Neverending Story (Die Unendliche Geschichte, if you're a Deutscher).

Pretty much everything by Neal Stephenson and Neil Gaiman. Tolkien (Middle Earth and linguistics), Philip Pullman (His Dark Materials), C.S. Lewis (Narnia), Frank Herbert (Dune), Robert Anton Wilson, Stephen Baxter, Isaac Asimov, Fernand Braudel, Bruce Sterling, Mark Z. Danielewski, Gregory Maguire. Anne Rice on every second Tuesday. There are others.

Music? Oh, the usuals. You can guess. I must confess a partiality for Japanese soundtrack composers, though. Kajiura Yuki, Uematsu Nobuo, Mitsuda Yasunori, Sakimoto Hitoshi and his apprentices, Kanno Yoko, Otani Koh.

Visual? Unrepentant, but unseasoned anime fan--ex, Galaxy Express 999, Demon City Shinjuku, Outlaw Star, Cowboy Bebop, Trigun, Wolf's Rain, X/1999, Avatar, Battle Angel Alita, Code Geass, and, yes, Gundam Wing. Also: Dr. Strangelove, The Pink Panther, Casino Royale (yes, the incoherent 1967 one), Donnie Darko, Pi, Ararat, My 20th Century, Vertigo, Adaptation, Chinatown, Dark City, Clue, Airplane, Shock Treatment, RHPS, Back to the Future, RENT, West Side Story, Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal, et cetera.

I am also a giant dork for Doctor Who.

Food? Italian, all the way. But the French and the Scandinavians have the best desserts. I'm a little bit of a chocoholic and tea-fancier, but coffee leaves me lukewarm. My taste in wine is all-encompassing and plebeian, but I'm a burgeoning beer snob (stoutplz!). Also learning to appreciate sativates.

I am a fan of all cats, and lupine dogs. ("Meh" for small dogs. Except pugs, because, admit it, they're not even terrestrial. Anything that hideously cute must be alien).

Comida, agua, libros, la musica, el cielo y la mer.

(Which isn't to say I prefer to go without rainstorms in the redwoods, but I suppose I'll live).

Irrelevant nonsense. Politics, especially Geopolitics. Just how fucked the human race is, and how to un-fuck the world.

Och! Also language and sex and things. Ze future, ze past. Imaginary people I have known. The conversation that you (yes, you!) and I are not having.

Asleep. Or gaming with compadres. Or driving, and possibly getting lost intentionally. Occasionally drinking, more often at the theater, and frequently at rehearsal. (This makes it sound as if I drink frequently at theater rehearsals. Though this is not the case, it is not an inaccurate characterization).

The only bone I've ever broken was a cow femur. By hitting it with a rock. Okay, so I may have an atavistic streak in me. . .

you want to geek out about things. Or socialize with a near-stranger, or make halting and uncomfortable attempts at conversation. (Wait! Disregard that. I mean, I'm eloquent and always fascinating. Really!)

Monologue can never adequately characterize. Message if curious; you know the drill, I think.

(If you're interested in teaching a complete noob how to surf, glide, or ride a motorbike, kindly apply).