As a child, my mother made me watch Steven Seagal movies. Don't ask me why. She just has a thing for Buddhist pith and overweight men with ponytails. Everyone has their flaws.
Betpak Dala is my theme song. Finback whales are my spirit animal. Guitar is overrated, except for in flamenco. Puro flamenco is under-appreciated. Peace is attainable in our lifetime. Pandora is for losers. Tumblr is greater than Pinterest, but I don't expect the world to understand.
I thoroughly believe that LA is the greatest town in the US. Probably not the best city, but the greatest town. I've lived in six states - both coasts and in between - and am pretty stubborn in my assessment.
As a child, my mom and dad would make it a point to drag me to museums against my will. They always felt like mausoleums of art, antiquities, and natural history. Now, even though I like learning about prehistory, history, and art, I only go to modern art museums. That is, unless I'm going to a museum for the sole purpose of eating. I have a thing for museum food.
I make easy friends with people but am always wearing a poker face to conceal my broad distrust of humanity. I believe doors have locks for reasons, or at least one. If you live in an area with raccoons, at least two.
As a small child, I always envied the Suzuki kids who started playing violin since, like, teething. I adored violin early on but am grateful to my parents for not putting me in Suzuki method training like those poor kids. For as long as I can remember, my mom would always play Isaac Stern's classic interpretation of Vivaldi's Four Seasons in the car, and it had a profound effect on me. Then, when I finally was allowed to play violin, I loved learning that it was created to mimic the human voice.
In general, I don't trust people who have use of their available limbs but refuse to dance.
Most of my fondest memories involve 1) road trips related to hamburger taste-testing or finding out where the sidewalk ends, 2) people I've now long lost touch with, or 3) being by the sea. There's also the time my mom, after double arthroscopic knee surgery, owned the dance floor at my sister's wedding reception.
The greatest hamburger in the US can be found at the Philbrook Museum of Fine Art in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I no longer eat beef.
This universe has a resonance and a rhythm that creates music. Being alive allows us to be aware of that music, and not being alive, we become a part of it. Dancing is our way of saying thanks for being alive.
I have a thing for Kazakhstan. Don't ask me why. It's just a thing.
When I was 20, I left school and spent 13 months of my life homeless. If I had this life to live over, I would make it a point of getting that in there again somehow.
My ideal partner enjoys dancing, tolerates foreign films, and knows that I prefer him being quiet over saying nothing of import. You probably don't realize it, but men talk too much. Other than that, balanced height-weight proportions, adroit conversationalism, reasonable self-care, practice of Western adult norms, and discreet / minimal geekdom will get you pretty much where you want to go with me.
My family lives on the East Coast, and I've been on my own here in California since I was 20. My family is Southern, but we're black, so it's the okay kind of Southern.
As proud as I am of my heritage, I'm eager to incorporate customs of other cultures when I start a family. I don't nag and won't preach too much about how you live your life, but I will put my foot down on this. Our children MUST be raised singing Georgian supra songs before and at meals. No, I'm not Georgian. Yes, I'm an awful singer.
I was born in Atlanta, but you wouldn't realize it from how I speak.
Sure, I'm looking for a soulmate and someone to father some children with me, but I'd consider all of this a win if we go to Eastern Kazakhstan together and keep in touch afterward.
After picking up cello in my mid-twenties to add to violin, flute, and timpani, I decided to get a tanpura. For as long as I've been driving, I have always played Beatles albums or classic Bollywood in the car, which had a profound effect on me. Then, when I made up my mind to play tanpura, I loved learning that it was created to mimic the sound of the universe.
When we get married and have many children, at least one will have a first name that requires Cyrillic. Also, we will start them off young on Swahili, hula, and music lessons. But not too young.