1. The internet. A hunger that burns into my fingertips at the
sight of every little entry-box waiting for my input-- there's a
lot to have learned, and less to be remembered. Very deficient in
attention, but very rewarding.
2. Scotch, Bourbon, dark rum, stouts, porters, and London gins. All
else fails, and mine's a Guinness, if you'd be so kind. I know,
I've little ability to defy the stereotype.
3. Interesting things-- I'll spare you the essay by stating simply
but obligately that I'm rather fond of them. And in the absence
thereof, I'll gladly load myself up on whatever stimulation I can
grind out of a fine roast of bean. Mind rebels in stagnation
4. My will. Go make fun of what you will. Strong in will-- to
strive, to seek, to find, but not to yield.
5. Something to do. The problem of my pendulous attention, swinging
from one spot to another, but it has a problem staying in place.
And, yes, chances are that while re-reading this sentence, I looked
up 'pendulum', 'Umberto Eco', and 'Oscillation'. Nope. Attention is
not my strong suit. The switch between inattentive and obsessive
tends to be worryingly incidental at points.
6. Humour (or its American-spelling equivalent, you seditious
Colonial, you). I'm a laughing fool, a smiling idiot, and a
martini-dry crack-up artist(e). I like disarming people with
something funnier. It's my preferred social lubricant (presumably
cherry-scented). Speedball of the masses.
I like wrangling ideas and hearing impassioned speech as much as
unique outlooks. I like hearing the technical, especially if
someone is good at explaining it [engineers take note]. Especially
if there's passion behind the words. Spirit is sexy, so if you have
an affectation towards a particular aptitude, a sentiment for
skill, or any kind of intimate intensity for your vocation, trust
me when I say that you're above and beyond what it takes to sit
down and spill out some mind.