Living in SF for over four years now. Currently dividing my time between LA and the Bay. Grew up in the Midwest.

I live with a constant urge to be in and around water. I'm not sure if either one of those revelations has anything to do with the other but it's a theory. I work hard. I play hard. I usually save writing for work so this will be brief because we both have better things to do. If/when you want to say hello, say ________.

Figuring that out as I go. Currently, I'm a writer/creative in advertising. It's gotten me this far. Any other suggestions?

Somehow achieving whatever I put my mind to, though I can't tell you how. It just happens. Probably luck and timing. Yeah, luck and timing sound about right.

No two people get the same me. Sometimes all smiles, sometimes dark and foreboding. Sometimes standoffish. Sometimes it's happy hour and I'm buying the bar a drink. But let me see, um, blue eyes, which is terribly cheesy to say and limited to close contact. I'm white. A German / Irish / Lichtenstein mut, like the million or so others you pass every day on the street, minus the Lichtenstein part. That's unique

This is a serious question, and I'm too busy reading and listening to music to answer...who has the time, really, seriously, I want to know.

Books (all shapes and sizes)
Water (salt and fresh and clean and carbonated and cold and scalding hot)
Family (or blood as we say in Midwest)
Love, or the hope thereof
Challenges (all forms, keeps us growing)
Food, from the most basic to gourmet to ... um, avocados and cilantro

Thinking and it's really fun to think about

Not on this, please, not on this...

Is that I'm not willing to tell you anything private just yet

If you feel like it...and you can manage to write more than a three word greeting or a smiley face. Just ain't gonna cut it.