I am an artist primarily. It has been my constant companion since I was a young boy. For work, I am a stone mason because it is an ancient trade and it makes me feel close to the earth, not to sound too hippydippy about it, I just like to think about people doing the same thing for thousands of years. But, at the same time, it's still just a job. I am a circus sideshow performer. Ask me about my show if you care to. Artistically, lately I've been working mostly in acrylic on found objects. I like to read history books. I think that I was really meant to be have been 30 years old in 1938 but my release date kept getting pushed back. I'm known to go skateboarding occasionally despite the fact that it reminds me that old age and decrepitude are not far off. Being Finnish, I can drink a lot but have discovered that I don't need to have more than a few drinks to have fun these days. I have been going to that thing in the desert for way too long yet do not really identify myself as a burner. So long, in fact, I simply started working there so it could maybe run just a little bit smoother while everyone else partied and got crazy. Then I got tired of the culture which was becoming increasingly contrived and shallow to my eyes and quit going all together. Perhaps I just came to my senses about the whole silly thing. I'd like to believe that, but who am I kidding? I still ended up working there again this year.
I make traditional Finnish knives and other more whimsical ironwork on an anvil with a hammer. I make wimpy noises if you move me when I'm asleep. People tell me that I hum to myself when I work with my hands. I am content with who I am and what I know I can do in my life. Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup make me happy but, if I'm eating out, I aim for well prepared. That didn't stop me from living almost exclusively on popcorn last winter. I don't climb rocks unless wild animals or some other eminent fear of death or bodily harm is present. I just don't get it. I like people who smile and a sense of wonder or curiosity turn me on. I am a sucker for a good philtrum and you might catch me checking out your hands; for some reason I feel like they can tell you a lot about someone. That, and I like hands for some reason. I once drew only hands for months.
A while back, I had to come to terms with the fact that I am ridiculously loyal and obscenely sentimental and that those two combine to form something that looks an awful lot like horribly romantic. I've come to realize that, even though I don't ever really go in it, I cannot bring myself to live very far from the ocean.
I have serious doubts as to the validity, or point, of using this site being an adult male who is capable of articulating his feelings. Many of my female friends who are users liken it to a second job when referring to the effort needed to read all of the messages they receive, while most males seem to be reduced to sending copious amounts of messages to many different people in order to start up a single conversation. It carries with it a slight tinge of desperation from this side of the fence which sometimes leaves a bad taste in my mouth. That being said, I have met people through this page with whom I am still friends today. Just not many.
ISFP. If you buy into this stuff, it pretty much means that I will treat you and and everyone else really well.Then I'll be upset when everyone else is not doing that. It also means that I won't share everything until you get to know me and I trust you. I'll be extremely empathetic as well. I don't know if I trust the Myers-Briggs completely. People are just too complex and dynamic.
What I’m doing with my life
Trying to live it as best I can. Welding hundreds of random hunks
of metal together for fun and profit. Working hard both in my
professional life and on my art. Hanging out with people who aren't
in a rush to get anywhere but are not stagnant. Listening to good
music and avoiding television. Taking random road trips to obscure
places that have great historical significance. Following dirt
roads to ??? Making pasta from scratch. Wondering how anyone could
ever get really, truly bored when there is so much that they could
be doing right then. Plotting my escape.
I’m really good at
Introspection, talking for hours, reflection, building things,
being hard on myself. I'm not smart but I can lift heavy things.
Developing affinities for cancelled television shows on netflix
when I am laid up sick in bed and then wondering why they went
away. Cutting my own hair with a series of mirrors. Keeping
machines alive with bailing wire and glue just long enough for them
to complete one final and all important task.
The first things people usually notice about me
I guess that might be that I seem aloof about a lot of stuff. Over time they see that this does not have to be the case. I wear odd clothing somewhere in between formal wear and hobo. My eye glasses are a hundred years old. On the rare occasions that I smoke cigarettes, I do it out of a funny little bakelite stick holder. I smile and laugh a lot.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Any non fiction about the 19th or 20th century and parts of the
21st. For fiction, W.S. Burroughs, Huxley, McCarthy, Bukowski,
Ginsberg, Hemingway, Stevenson, Gaiman, William Gibson are some of
my favorites... and Ballard. Too many to choose from.
As for music, when I was a younger guy it was all Punk all the
time. Then I graduated to Goth/Industrial until I figured out that
there was so much out there to be had. If it's from Iceland, I
probably love it. I like Nick Cave, BABYLAND, Tindersticks,
Rasputina, Jay Munly, TV on the Radio, Continues..., The Twilight
Sad, David Bowie, Amanda Palmer, The XX, Roy Orbision, Future
Islands, John Coltrane, Jill Tracy, Rube Waddell, Rome, Dat
Politics, Skinny Puppy, Kurt Weil, most chiptune stuff and lot's of
others. I'm that horrid cliche of someone who listens to all kinds
of music. There is no genre, that I know of, that I cannot at least
appreciate one artist from, unless it's dubstep.
Most of the movies I watch tend to come from other countries. Aki
Kaurismäki! Lately it has been Spanish directors but, just like my
music, I am all over the map. I also watch a lot of documentaries
about artists, politics, wars and regular people. There is also a
huge swath of nerd shit that runs right through the middle of all
that other stuff. What can I say? I like sci fi and
Food? Yes. I'll cook it.
The six things I could never do without
Canvas and brushes. Music. Curiosity. A sewing machine. My closest
connections. Empathy. Six more things.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Making tomorrow better, or at least different, than today. Making people around me feel comfortable. My life up 'til now. How did the human race make it this far? Most other moments are spent thinking about my art, or maybe what I'll make for dinner. Sometimes these thing overlap.
If I suck a chain through my nose, how much weight can I lift with it before my face rips apart?
Is three minutes too long to wear a burning hat?
Where are my keys?
How, if I click on my own "personality" tab, I compare to myself as:
You might be…
more experienced in sex
more into exercise
less conventionally moral
Though, it is kinda neat to know that I am somehow more artsy, less conventionally moral and more experienced in sex than me. Alright, I don't spend all that much time thinking about that.
On a typical Friday night I am
I used to go to lots of shows to see live music. Less often now. Spending time with people who have actual things to say rather than listening to themselves talk. Ever since I built my Sauna, you can usually find me in there on just about any night. BBQing. Perhaps going to Santa Cruz to hang out with my friends there. Or maybe going to an art show. Or perhaps staying in and painting if I'm exhausted from working too hard. Or making a date with Netflix. Perhaps going to bed early. Who knows? What is Friday?
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I'll go with the fact that I miss my dog and it makes me cry when I drive past where I buried her. That's right, I'm soft. You wanna fight about it? I once waited ten months to kiss someone I liked. I don't attach easily, but when I do, it's a real attachment. I cry about odd things when I'm alone sometimes and I have no shame about it. I've also been caught on more than one occasion dancing around to synthpop in my work shop wearing only underwear. My mind has an archival structure centered around objects and emotions. This lead me to build my home into a weird museum of my life, filled with all kinds of nick knacks that held a meaning for a particular time and emotion. I recently discovered the liberating feeling of purging these objects from my life. Sometimes I like it when someone approaches me first.
You should message me if
I seem vaguely interesting to you. You like guys who are happy to talk for hours while he, or you, or both paint or draw. You're obsessed with syrupy synthpop or neo folk or accordions or all three. You want to try some welding or blacksmithing with me. You want to lay on a blanket in the Piedmont cemetery and read or write things together. You like a good sauna. Floating around a lake or an estuary with me in my canoe sounds fun to you. You want to share your art with me. You would like to hang out and talk for a bit. You want to walk around SF or Oakland and find neat things with me. You want to play chess or a board game. You want to go see some live music or maybe a movie. You want to come over and eat food that I've prepared with fresh ingredients or want to help me prepare that meal. You want to go eat some really good food and not worry about what could happen next. Just understand that I'm not in a hurry to find someone to fill some kind of hole in my life. I'm happy with myself and I'd like to share that with others. I'd like to get to know people for who they are and share stories and common threads in our lives or learn new things from each other. If the rest is there and we just really like each other, awesome. We can talk about it if and when the situation arises.