Crime-fighting paleontologist seeks rock star heiress, or
time-traveling vagabond, for serialized adventures and wacky
hijinks. Must love hyphens or, at the very least, m-dashes.

I simultaneousy love, and am terrified by, this video:
http://vimeo.com/32138283

Recent Philadelphia transplant (so recent, in fact, that I don't arrive until January), by way of Minneapolis, DC and Los Angeles. Moving out here for the continuation of what is pretty much the greatest job in the world - but I know almost nothing about this town.

A few years back I founded a solar company with a couple of friends, trying to do it again out here. If that fails, maybe I'll try my hand at professional cricket.

I'm also involved a bit with dog rescue, currently fostering a couple of pups. So, I guess what I'm trying to say here is: picking up after dogs and procuring chew toys.

Filling out online forms!

Pretending that I'm not just making it up as I go along.

the cape. Also, the sequins

Books: White Boy Shuffle, East of Eden, Grapes of Wrath (really anything by Steinbeck - I stopped for gas in Salinas on my drive down from Seattle and it was by far the greatest rest stop I've ever taken), A Portrait of the Artist, 100 years of solitude

Music: Atmosphere, J5 (both), Gregory and the Hawk, Jaymay, Fleet Foxes, Little Boots, Florence + Machine, Atmosphere, The Cure

In no particular order:
My dog,
A functioning bicycle
The internet
A book to read
Friends/ family (a cop out, maybe?)
Coffee

How to get those damn photos off the internet.

Sitting in a dive with a few other people who are trying to figure this city out, at home experimenting with new cocktails, or sitting in the back yard with my roommates, talking about how we really should get a fire pit one of these days.

Edit: instead of a fire pit, they built a pond. Pretty cool, but less useful in winter.

I am not, nor have I ever been, a paleontologist.

I cry a little every time I eat cinnamon toast crunch.

You can teach me something,
You like dogs
You found me by searching enemy %
You're Liz Lemon