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The details of my life are quite inconsequential...

Alright, only Dr. Evil gets away with that.

I'm somewhat geeky, except with more social skills (cue the smartass jokes about it being obvious from the photo). I'm a bit shy at first, as some people love to point out, but give me a couple of hours and that changes. Many people tell me I'm a sweet person--I don't know if I really am or if they're being nice--but I always try to do the right thing.

I have a wicked, irreverent sense of humor--I can laugh or poke fun at almost everything, and I do enjoy bringing a chuckle (or at least an amused grin) to people's faces. I'm a little mischievous at times--still working on that plan to relocate a friend of mine's office at work to the men's room while he's out on vacation.

I love to read, but I frequently get distracted with catching up on movies, a few TV series, and less often these days, time spent on a select few games. Throw in a busy life and at any time I am slacking on one (or more) of these things.

I'm a music addict. I play bass guitar, and love to mess about with synthesizers, though I'm a poor keyboard player. I'll let the games and books slide for a while: but I'll play instruments at 3AM if that's the only time I can find to do it. (Over headphones. I can't torture my neighbors at that hour.)

I spend a fair amount of time out with friends and I love doing so, but sometimes, my favorite thing is to spend an afternoon lazing about in my roommate going through my perpetual backlog of books/DVDs/CDs. Downtime is wonderful.

I love to travel and am usually in the midst of some stage of planning a return to Europe--it's been far too long since I was last there. Instead, I usually find myself making trips to Los Angeles or Denver to see friends and family. I'm almost always up for a short weekend trip to someplace close.

I'm a bit disorganized, but not totally messy--I am afflicted with clutter. I prefer to call it ordered chaos. I can always find what I need when I need it, at any rate.

I can't do without long walks, especially when it's sunny. They're perfect whether they're spent talking to a friend or just wandering on my own, daydreaming. Sometimes I'm not above (every once in a while) ducking out of work for an hour if I can, to catch the sun--especially in the winter months. I just stay one hour later and am always happy to have done so.

I currently work for one of the many software companies that call the Eastside home.

I spend far too much time practicing on my bass.

I'm finding the next stage in my career, to work on things I find more interesting. I've been where I am for 2.5 years and it's time to move on.

I'm moving on from the 20-something with roommates bit to having a place of my own to call home. Given both the economy and the real estate market, this is taking much longer than planned.

Somewhere in the midst of all this, I find time to fit in my interests, and an appropriate amount of slacking to balance it out.

Occasionally I dream about building musical instruments for a living, but as someone in the industry once said, "The best way to make 1 million dollars building instruments is to start with 10 million dollars." I wish I could remember exactly who it was.

Making people laugh, or smile. Or getting that eyeroll and snort that means they did laugh inside, but don't want to admit it.

A number of people tell me I am a good bass player. I'm a harsher critic of myself, but maybe that's just from listening to the really good players.

A friend recently asked me to describe my bass style, and after thinking about it for a while, the best I could come up with was "...if Jack Bruce and Geddy Lee were involved in a horrific transporter accident together."

Then I had to explain to him who Jack Bruce and Geddy Lee are. Bonus points if you do know.

I have a talent for finding ways to do things that are technically correct, but manage to flaunt the rules anyway. Process exists for two reasons, and the second is that you should completely ignore it at the appropriate time.

The hair. It's not outrageously long right now, but it's well hidden in the photo.

Occasionally, someone makes a comment about my eyes.

More people notice the dimple on the left side of my face when I smile.

Books (recent highlights):

I just re-read David Eddings' "Belgarion" for the first time in 15 years and enjoyed it immensely, even if it's much more transparent than I remembered.

Anything written by Roger Zelazny.

Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "100 Years Of Solitude". I need the family tree in the beginning to make sense of half of it, but it's well worth the effort.

Various (guiltily admitted) manga.

Movies:

Anything Stanley Kubrick directed.

Anything Ridley Scott directed.

Clue.

A Bond flick.

Music:

A cursory glance over my CD collection shows some of my favorites, in no particular order of preference:

Air, BBM, the Beatles, Billy Joel, Black Sabbath, Buddy Rich, Cream, David Bowie, David Munrow & the Early Music Consort of London, The Doors, Dream Theater, ELP, Ennio Morricone, Eric Clapton, Frank Zappa, Gnarls Barkley, the Graham Bond Organization, Iron Maiden, Jack Bruce, Johann Sebastian Bach, Johnny Cash, King Missile, Lords of Acid, the Mamas and the Papas, Men At Work, Michael Jackson, Moby, the Moog Cookbook, Neil Diamond, Nine Inch Nails, Parliament, Paul McCartney, Pink Floyd, Primus, Prince, Ray Charles. Ray Lynch, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Rod Stewart, Rush, Spinal Tap, Stevie Wonder, Sting, Styx, Symphony X, Tom Petty, Van Halen, Vangelis. Wendy Carlos, the Who, Yes, and several Japanese artists whose kanji I cannot read.

My music collection is built around what I cannot readily borrow from friends.

Food:

Anything. From a bloody steak to a vegan meal to sushi to something boiled in a pot for 16 hours, I'll eat it.

Not strictly in order, but the first two obviously are more important than the others.

1) Family.

2) Friends.

3) Bass. Technically, I can do without it. When I'm away traveling, I'm fine, if visiting music shops more often. I could never, ever go without playing indefinitely. 18 months of not playing after wrist injury taught me that.

4) My media player. Formerly an iPod, now a Zune.

5) My daily chai. Mmm, chai. I can quit whenever I want. Really.

6) My computer. Even though I sometimes make it a point to spend a week away from it.

Now, a mischevious sort could ask me to decide whether #3 or #5 is more important and then watch the cognitive dissonance warp my poor little mind.

Anything. Everything. It's all across the board.

A tough problem I'm working on.
Just thinking about the scenery I'm viewing at the moment.
Where to go next in life.
Things I've been doing recently with friends.
Shortly thereafter, remembering what I want to go do with my friends and keep forgetting to suggest.
The wretched state of Seattle-area freeways.
Whatever books I've been reading.
Playing music to myself in my head.
Projects I want to work on.
Whether my jeans make me look fat. (Ok, now I'm kidding.)

Or just daydreaming.

I still spend part of every day daydreaming, and I think it's important to never stop doing it.

I might be out with friends for drinks, a movie, or just to hang out.

Or I'm at home playing my bass. (And if I'm at home and I'm reasonably sure everyone else is out, I might even sing.)

Whatever I end up doing on Fridays usually lasts well into the wee hours of Saturday morning.

I'll have to think about that one for a while, so I'll stick with the default answer of "private things are just that, private."

The irony is I'd be much less reticient about most private things in person.

Either way, I'm still dodging the question.

If you find me interesting. Or if you find me obnoxious--I can take it!

If you want to talk, or ask me about something.

Or if you just feel like spending some time in pointless banter. Some of the best conversations I've ever had were nothing but pointless banter.