Happy-go-lucky polyglot polymath reformed serial academic with a penchant for cinema, literature and music (despite no academic background whatsoever in the aforementioned); an eye for beauty; a yen for physical fitness; and a zeal for peaceful times.

Metaphysically: The Sum of Me is larger than the Parts.

Generally: I am Snazzy, Supple, and Sagacious.

Post-Ivory Tower disease, I'm out and about all over the world.

I used to be rather anal about grammar but I'm at peace with such matters now.

I generally channel my uncle. Have you seen him around?

I might make a scribble or three in my journal on occasion. Take a look and see if I have made any, why don't you?

Regardless of where in the world I am, I endeavour to run long distances and/or lift oblong objects of varying weights in varying ways six days a week. I'm an inveterate attendee of ye ol' neighbourhood fitness center.

In short: IAG, man. It's All Good.

Oh boy. So MANY things . . .

Mathematics
Losing Inertia
Witty Conversations (or maybe they just seem witty to me)

- P-p-p-pokerface! (I mean, really)
- Colour-coordinated clothing.
- The undropped "e"s in my vocabulary.
- A certain je ne sais quoi, reminiscent of tea, crumpets and elephants.
- The fact that the Sun God seems to have held me a tad bit longer before releasing me into the world. (He loves me, y'know)
- I've also been told that I'm generally "infuriatingly chill". I was, like, yeahhh.

Books:
Haruki Murakami, Iain Banks, Hunter S. Thompson, William Gibson, Stanislaw Lem, Vladimir Nabokov, William Saroyan, Carl Hiaasen, Richard Adams, Michael Chabon, Elmore Leonard, Anthony Burgess, Italo Calvino and so on and so forth.

Oh, and Comics. Yes, comic books are literature. Anything by Messrs. Warren Ellis, Chris Gossett, Brian K. Vaughan, Brain Azzarello, Ed Brubaker, Neil Gaiman, Alan Moore, Ty Templeton . . . . . . . . Basically, anything literate.

Movies:
Generally speaking, they would be along the lines of:

Shawshank Redemption, Sex Lies and Videotape, Bom yeoreum gaeul gyeoul geurigo bom (also known as "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring"), Amores Perros, Rang De Basanti, Lakshya, Le Samourai, Network, In The Heat Of The Night, The Breakfast Club, Singin' In The Rain, Bin-jip, Katakuri-ke no Kefuku, The Cave of the Yellow Dog, Mou Gaan Dou . . . .

The list goes on and on. So basically, anything clever or different. Other-worldly, maybe?

Music:
The Divine Comedy, Blur, Fugazi, Pulp, The Clash, Oasis, Radiohead, Cursive, The Weepies, Skunk Anansie, The Shins, Tortoise, Pavement, The Mars Volta, The Smiths, Jeff Buckley, LCD Soundsystem, Incubus, St. Germain, Miles Davis, John McLaughlin and the Mahavishnu Orchestra, Shakti, Led Zeppelin, THE WHO. . . . . . This can take forever.

Basically, innovative and good tunes and lyrics. Nothing mopey for me.

Oh. And downtempo / acid jazz / dub / trip-hop / Hed Kandi has been a favourite for a while. Post-rock and non-annoying electronica is also included.

Foods:
Vegetarian anything. Non-militantly so.

1. My identity
2. My dazzling good looks
3. My inflated ego
4. My whims and quirks
5. My delusions
6. My sense of self (See? I went deep there . . .)

Ideologies, conundrums and epiphanies.

The Shape of Things.

"Lies and damn lies".

Vegetating, rejuvenating or . . . . yep, socially developing.

Beaming classified information to the mothership.

Idly wondering about the innate brilliance of pre-"Space Jam" Looney Tunes-era Jam Looney Tunes cartoons.

Usually, I'm just plotting total global domination.

I'm rather accustomed to a high level of self-sufficiency.

Also, I'm not in Chicago (or the North American continent, for that matter) right now. I stay for irregular prolonged periods of time (typically lasting over a year) in different parts of the world with short sojourns into the immediate vicinity of thereof. (Nope; I'm not a backpacker or a tourist. It's usually work.)

However, I have very strong ties with the land of my ancestors. I'm certainly found there for approximately 15 - 35% of any year.

Short form:
If it (or I) strike(s) your fancy and you are either socially adept or are determined to be less inept.

Long form:
You consider yourself to be one of those people with flair, limited or no social awkwardness, a sense of humour and come equipped with diverse interests that span beyond your vocation.

Be cool, be calm, be happy, be nice, be aware and like non-shiny things. Debbie Downers might not like being around yours truly.

Or: You could ignore all of the above, stick a paddle into these turbulent digital waves, and simply message me. We can then see where we end up after that.