I have a co-pilot (whom you can learn about Here: magratheaistic ) but I like to keep friends of all varieties... soon my collection will be complete...
With that said...
I'm just a guy. Thrift stores and NPR; pretentious literature and fart jokes. Educated just enough to know I'm dumb. My friendships last even if my money rarely does. Sometimes I suffer from delusions of grandeur, but mostly I enjoy them. I'm clean, kind, and patient. It's all about the introspection darling. Oh... and I'm one of those uber-liberal, environmentalist, atheist, secular-humanist types. I love hard and hardly. I'm fond of arguing dispassionately, but sometimes the other kind too. My face always betrays what I'm feeling. And I really wanna learn how to dance ( I've recently decided to add the word 'better').
But more to the point. Words and Ideas are precious to me. Precious not in any 'sacred' sense -- In fact, I hold nothing to be sacred -- but in that I'm constantly crawling and wallowing amongst them in order to keep myself warm. I'd like to be a good writer. I can use a word processor and all that but I mean to write something I'd actually read If someone else had written it. So I figure I need to write about a thousand more pages of stuff so as to get all the bugs worked out. Fiction, opinion, academic... I am fantastically arrogant sometimes. I'm working towards becoming a cultural anthropologist; though I don't intend to ever just be one thing.
I love people, but usually from afar; detached and puzzled is how I spend much of my time. Most of my associations are warm but somehow buffered. When I do connect with someone -- which is so much harder than I'd like it to be -- I become their indispensable minion.
I want to meet people who are brave. Honesty is bravery of the the most necessary kind. They should be deeply introspective but not to the point of clinical narcissism. I need allies and co-pilots in my war against mediocrity and the above are the best weapons. So far the Avatar fans are winning.... but perhaps it's more exciting that way.
Went back to school in my late twenties and earned myself a dual BA degree in Cultural anthropology and Middle East/South Asia studies. "Indiana Jones" wasn't an available major.
I drive a limousine to fend off hunger and pay for Netflix.
I live in Midtown Sacramento; it's a hoot.
Also I'm a schemer. Always scheming -- not necessarily doing -- but scheming yes...
Movies: Fight Club; V For Vendetta; Children of Men; Terry Gilliam, The Coen Brothers, Wes Anderson, Charlie Kauffman, Sam Rami, Old Star Wars and Old Indiana Jones, Jaws. Zombie movies. I have a strong need to pick movies apart whenever I can - whether I like them or not.
Shows; Futurama is the greatest of all worlds; Daily Show and the Colbert Report; Anything with Captain Jean-Luc Picard; Deadwood; 30 Rock; Cheers
Music: I'll take the time to steal just about any kind that isn't Hip-hop or Country. I was a metal head when I was younger but these days I lean more towards things like: Cake, Flogging Molly, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Alanis Moressette, Billy Joel, old Stuff with horns in it like Sam Cooke, Billy Holiday or Louis Armstrong. And then there's Weird Al...
(Insecure qualification: it recently occurred to me that this is a lame answer, but I put to you that it's a lame question. As to sell myself further I'll just add arrogantly that I'm a top-notch problem solver and feel that I could adapt myself to any situation regardless of the paraphernalia available to me. So, the things that I couldn't do without are the same things without which everyone would toil to death without. Give me a way to get food; a way to get water; a way to, at least hope for love; and I'll be fine)