Exploration is my happy obsession. Specifically, I like to explore what's inside and what's far away. Sometimes I explore people too.

"Live, travel, adventure, bless, and don't be sorry."
That's what Kerouac said,
and it's a good way to live too
for a while.
But no one can keep going like that forever.
Ask Kerouac.

Being sincere is like running full speed,
you can only keep going for so long
until you give out.
Then your legs start to grind
your lungs dry
and you have to drag your pathetic, heaving body off the path
where no one else can see.
Then
at those times
pack your sorry ass to the bar
and in dim light
consult Bukowski and the deepness of a cup.

Who knows what you'll find in there?

Maybe you'll find yourself;
maybe you'll find the illusion.
If you find the illusion, don't be disappointed.

As Bukowski said,
in the end
the illusion's all you'll miss.
In the end
the illusion

is the only thing
worth fighting for.

I was working on a master's at NYU, but got sucked into the workforce prematurely. This fall I'm going back; only one more semester to go.

Currently I work at a newspaper: writer/webproducer/videographer/copy-editor

Basically anything they want me to be. I wouldn't say I'm high up the ladder or anything (you wouldn't either), but I get to move around and do interesting work and every once in a while the food critic shares his meal.

In my heart, I wanted to be a fiction writer though. I thought I had said that, but people heard "journalist," and well, sometimes it takes ambition a while to pay the bills.

1. Buying a lottery ticket
2. Banging pots in pans around in the name of cooking--though the kitchens on the Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria probably came better equipped than my own.
3. A Chinese card game called "Landlord"
4. Banter

Depends on how perceptive ye be! I'm a bit novelty-driven. I like thoughtful conversations and getting to know people who challenge how you think with the creativity of their perspectives, rather than the stubborness of their beliefs.

I'm attracted to complexity in balance, and that raw splash of color that elevates people into something more than run of the mill.

I respect sincerity--not necessarily the wholesome kind, you can be sincere about anything really--especially when it's linked with growth.

The Long, Long Way; The Bridge of San Luis Rey; Sense of an Ending; On the Road (Jackie Boy!); 100 Years of Solitude; The Pig That Wants to be Eaten; Lullaby Hiroshima.

I like to read, and heaps of books tend to accumulate wherever I live. It's odd how many people say they like to read, then only list the classics that were thrust upon them in high school. Books deserve better than that, no?

Music: Stick me in the ground with no doors and no windows, but so long as you provide a steady supply of George Brassens and good cocktails, I'll make a life.

New ideas (there is joy in knowing a deep thing well)
Love
Characters: In life and on the page
Stories
Star Wars
Surprises: the good ones, please.

(While sifting through profiles on Okcupid) How I miss finding humility in people.

(Otherwise) Writing and how to be happy.

How the world is full of sandwiches.

At a cocktail bar sipping a well-crafted drink.

I once dated an actress who played one of the elf extras in the LoTR movies. She was sprightly, kind to animals, and nature-made to a fault; never even wore deodorant. In the end though she chose immortality, leaving only an empty space of fresher smelling air behind her.

You live for experience instead of through your escape hatches.

And

Have got something better than baggage to share

Or

Your fortune cookie demands it!