I am woefully inept at self-advertisement and feel nearly compelled to respond to these questions with playful sarcasm and bashful self- abasements despite the obvious futility of irreverence in such a forum. Ahh, how attractive I make myself sound! You see? Compelled.

I am iridescent, shabby, and self-deprecating

So I’m a SoCal native—raised in LA, undergraduated in Santa Barbara, and now I’m doing the PhD thing (pronounced 'indentured servitude') just a skip away over in Irvine—which some find surprising because I usually walk around looking half-way like Oliver Twist. I’m a medievalist by vocation, which more than a few people have mistaken for meaning that I put on a wizard hat and chuck colorful dice. To the contrary, I’m probably one of the few people you will meet who has read more of J.R.R Tolkien and C.S. Lewis’ academic work than their fiction (I acknowledge questionable laudability of this claim). I labor on in the hopes of bringing sexy back to the 14th century.

wastreling

I dress like a Victorian street-urchin.

TV- deadwood, rome, The Daily Show, You Bet Your Life

Music-jungle, electro, folk, ragtime, celtic, bluegrass, sneaker pimps, the boss, the band, bjork, ... aqua
Some Movies- the seventh seal, o brother where art thou, duck soup

Some Books- brideshead revisited, the sun also rises, nightwood, the crying of lot 49, gravity's rainbow, pale fire, a brief history of time, the trial, the great gatsby, leaves of grass, the picture of dorian gray, anything by Joyce, joseph andrews... Oh yeah, and Chaucer, cuz he's f'n gangsta.
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I have a profound and unapologetic loathing for every sorry, hate-filled word published by that gremlin Ayn Rand; just look at the number of indents required to ostracize mention of her from my faves.

food- bosc pears

spell-check
ambien
bath salts
jubilation
tamales on Christmas
cartoons

Taming vicious circles

As a child I had an inexplicable aversion to bearded men.
On second thought it was probably seeded by my profound terror of Stromboli from Disney’s Pinocchio.

Pieter Bruegel gives me nightmares. Seriously.

I like Zeppo

Why the hell not?