A little mystic, a little goth, bookishly silly, which means I wear too much black but enjoy getting it dusty. I was a chainsmoking slug most of my life, but the last couple of years I decided to do incredibly stupid things like run half-marathons and pretzel my body into odd, uncomfortable looking shapes.
I work as a writer, editor, occasional curator, mostly all of the above in art, which can be too much of a small, incestuous, and inward looking community (thus this experiment).
I prefer hearing music in dingy basements and use 'whimsical' as a compliment. I've swum naked in waterfalls and marched from the top to the bottom of the Grand Canyon in a single August day.
I get inordinate amounts of joy from getting lost on wikipedia for hours, collecting weird facts and mysterious quotes like shards of sea glass.
Also I have the word "POW!" tattooed on my left forearm, which is ridiculous and heartfelt and sometimes regrettable but mostly proud, much like its owner.