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I am omnipotent, infallible, and extremely modest.
My Self-Summary
I like to observe, think, talk. I will read the back of a
toothpaste tube if that's all that's around (Chondrus
crispus!).
Lately I've been trying to be more impulsive (it doesn't come so
naturally - I'm more of a ponderer usually) and embark on projects.
Internet dating probably counts as a project.
What I’m doing with my life
Wind power and plant nomenclature power.
I’m really good at
As a dilettante, I have many areas of inexpertise.
The first things people usually notice about me
My kidney.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Dhalgren,
Oliver Sacks
(anything of his, but I don't recommend you start with
Migraine),
The Tin Drum,
Kurt Vonnegut,
Stanisław Lem,
Edward Tufte,
Roald Dahl,
All in the
Timing,
Chris
Ware. I am a sucker for
deaccessioned library
books and am a bit worried that the latest batch might punch a
hole in my floor.
Jim Jarmusch,
(especially
Dead
Man),
Brazil,
Cane Toads,
David Lynch,
Requiem for a
Heavyweight,
Russian Ark (I like
slow movies)
Deerhoof,
Bulgarian accordion
music,
Otis
Redding,
David
Bowie, Joan Baez singing
Silver Dagger, the
365 Days
Project,
David
Byrne,
Caetano Veloso
Let's Paint TV
Dim sum and
brunch in general,
denver chocolate
pudding. One of my old co-workers fed me some
marinated ant heads
he brought back from the Amazon. They were spicy. I don't want to
think about this too much right now or I will not be able to write
because I will be getting a snack.
The six things I could never do without
Horseplay
Monkeybusiness
Gooseflesh
Sloth
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Trying to figure out how to get my landlord to write me into his
will - I want his moth collection.
Message me if you have suggestions.
Okay, so that was as many as ten apartments ago (oh man I need to
settle down...) but the story is too good to leave untold.
When I was looking at an apartment in Cambridge, or maybe soon
after I moved in, my landlord asked me what I did. When I told him
I worked in a bio lab at Harvard, he said he used to also. He
volunteered there for a while after college, and they "paid" him in
unneeded duplicate specimens. He said he worked for "some guy named
Nabokov."
Now you may not realize this, but Vladimir Nabokov had a serious
thing for butterflies, and he had a brief stint as an entomology
professor. My landlord was in his seventies, and the time period he
was talking about lined up when I checked.
This guy pinned bugs for one of the most famous authors of the 20th
century and had no fucking clue who he was.
On a typical Friday night I am
... chatting with mad scientists. Actually, that's Wednesday night,
usually.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
I've been told I smile in my sleep.
It took me like a year to realize that those faint blue blobs in
OKCupid's “more desiring of sex” icon are pillows. Well that's
pretty boring – I think I had subconsciously been interpreting it
as an image of two people in bathing suits standing up, with
icebergs on the horizon.
You should message me if
You have a sense of the humours and would like to talk about lymph.