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28 Vancouver, British Columbia, CA Man


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Last online
Apr 24
6′ 4″ (1.93m)
Body type
Strictly anything
Atheism, and very serious about it
Scorpio, but it doesn’t matter
Graduated from space camp
Art / Music / Writing
Seeing Someone
Doesn’t have kids
Likes dogs and likes cats
English (Fluently)

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My self-summary
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Most dudes on here did Tuff Mudder.

I did a personality.

Oh hey, wanna watch me twerk?
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I legitimately don't take myself seriously at all and I tend to laugh at everything and anything. But here's a bunch of indulgent bullshit that makes it seem like I couldn't have a good time at a fun convention! OH MY, WHAT A LOVELY JUXTAPOSITION! (And besides, modesty is arrogance by stealth, and I don't want to waste your time with bullshit and have you discover something you don't like about me. So...) Here's some stuff I've learned about myself over the last 27 years.

BASICALLY smash a conscious rapper and a pissed-off hardcore kid together, give him the mind of someone who believes in objective realities over subjective ones, add some comedian in there and send that whole ungodly clusterfuck through a fucking amplifier.

I prefer results-based politics and activism over self-expression based ones. I don't give a fuck about what you identify as. It's just another box you put yourself in.

I'm an artist, performer, writer, touring musician, producer, audio engineer, activist, teacher, mentor, lover, fighter, wage slave, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. I am a small business owner in addition to the 40 hour-a-week grind. I only work a day job to pay the bills and fund my professional creative outlets. The long-term goal is to make the world a better place. The goal beneath that is to make a career out of my art. And the goal beneath that is to not fuck anyone over in the process.

I aim to make people think and feel. I feel like that is my purpose on this planet.

I can honestly say I'd much rather my music positively change the life of just one person, than become the background music to one million.

Your Talent + Helping People = Your Purpose.

"Rather be forgotten than remembered for giving in."

I am consistently poor due to artistic endeavors. If money is anything other than a catalyst to you, move your vapid ass along.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Music. Science. Problem solving. Writing. Listening. Talking. Teaching. Questioning. Explaining. Honesty. Critical thinking. Feeling. Recognition. Abstract thoughts. Empathy. Explicit and implicit memory. Zombie apocalypse strategies. (Played out? Fuck you.)
The first things people usually notice about me
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That they actually have heard of me before through so-and-so.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Sci-fi, Funny, Artsy, Documentaries

All. I have an extremely competitive side that I force to be exhausted through games. I am also an extremely huge nerd. We can talk about this shit for days.

All. As long as it isn't too much dairy or any pork. My stomach gave up on processing those things recently. Sucks.

Robert M. Sapolsky, Gabor Mate, Stephen Hawking, Richard Dawkins, Sam Harris, Chuck Palahniuk, Stephen Pressfield, Malcolm Gladwell, John Perkins, Steven Pinker, Max Brooks, Douglas Coupland, Neil DeGrasse Tyson, George Orwell, Aldous Huxley. Garth Ennis. Frank Miller. Darick Robertson. Alan Moore. Daniel J. Levitin. Grant Morrison. Robert Kirkman. Jonathan Hickman. Carl Sagan.

Music I love beyond life itself. I love all genres of music, but please do not confuse this with me being a "passive listener". I am the most attentive listener to music, and when it is on, I have a hard time focusing on anything else. I suffer from a musician's/producer's/songwriter's ear.

Dangers, Ceremony, The Faceless, Doomtree, Cecil Otter, POS, Dessa, Mike Mictlan, Sims, Paper Tiger, Lazerbeak, Crescent Moon Is In Big Trouble, Astronautalis, Sage Francis, Scroobius Pip, Death Grips, Dethklok, Atmosphere, Aesop Rock, El-P, Azealia Banks, Botch, Cannibal Ox, Frederic Chopin, Deftones, Grimes, MF Doom, Kimya Dawson, Kreayshawn, Macklemore, Ryan Lewis, Santigold, Santogold, Propagandhi, Wax, Wax & EOM, Selda Bagcan, Sleigh Bells, Spinnerette, The Distillers, Squirrel Nut Zippers, The XX, This Will Destroy You, God Is An Astronaut, Tragedy, His Hero Is Gone, The Bone Daddies, Ninjaspy, The Ivy League Brawlers, Waldeck, Against All Authority, The Aggrolites, Big D & The Kids Table, Bob Marley, Body Bag, Choking Victim, The Clash, Common Rider, Dancehall Satan, Defiance Ohio, Doctor Steel, Dropkick Murphys, Flogging Molly, F-Minus, Gogol Bordello, Hepcat, Horrorpops, Lars Fredriksen & The Bastards, Long Beach Dub All-Stars, Long Beach Short-Bus, Left Alone, Leftover Crack, Matisyahu, Mindless Self Indulgence, Nekromantix, No Cash, Operation Ivy, Pepper, Primus, Rage Against The Machine, Rancid, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Slackers, Slightly Stoopid, Societys Parasites, Streetlight Manifesto, Sublime, Suicide Machines, The Brains, The Creepshow, Los Furios, The King Blues, The Left Rights, The Rebel Spell, Tiger Army, Tim Armstrong, Toxic Narcotic, The Transplants, NOFX, The Black Dahlia Murder, Flobots, Immortal Technique, Mouth Sewn Shut, The Matadors, Devil Makes Three, Bomb The Music Industry, Dan Le Sac Vs. Scroobius Pip, Wu Tang Clan, The Cool Kids, Suicide Bid, Sonic Boom Six, Linton Kwesi Johnson, Damian Marley, The Nightwatchmen, Star Fucking Hipsters, Muse, Dimmu Borgir, Slayer, Rich Kids on LSD, Ryan Harvey, Suicide Silence, Marijuana Deathsquads, Brother Ali, Chris Murray, Guante, Big Cats, The Nods, Oddfuture, The Stray Bullets, Hellmouth, Baptists, Depressed, Black Breath, Devil Makes Three, The Old Firm Casuals, The Silencers, Punch, Voodoo Glow Skulls, SNFU, The Beastie Boys, The Crystal Method, Daft Punk, Skrillex, Sublime with Rome, William Elliot Whitmore, Strapping Young Lad, Devon Townsend, One Day As A Lion, Death From Above 1979, Black Rose Phantoms, Knockout, Raised Fist, Emmure, Limp Bizkit (I was a teenager in 1999, so fuck off! And the "Unquestionable Truth" shit is seriously great music regardless of how lame Fred Durst is.), Black Light Burns, Eat The Day, Tool, Nine Inch Nails, Big Dumb Face, Crosses, Team Sleep, Static-X, Shane Koyczan, Lovage, Fever Ray, The Black Keys, Amanda Fucking Palmer, Building Better Bombs, Eyedea & Abilities, Kristoff Krane, Sadistik, D-sisive, Intro5spect, The Corporation, Mad Conductor, The Have Nots, Weezer, Crystal Castles, Die Antwoord, Childish Gambino, MC DJ, Ella Fitzgerald, Lana Del Rey, Kimbra, Kanye West, Converge, Code Orange Kids, Company Flow, Retox, Lightning Bolt, Woodkid, Brad Hamers, Danny Brown, Defeater, Madchild, Dumbfoundead, Gastric Acid, Kublakai, Saul Williams, Reggie Watts, Cee Lo Green, The Arrogant Sons of Bitches, Tyler The Creator, Earl Sweatshirt, Anti-Flag, Aphex Twin, Austrian Death Machine, Bad Brains, Blakroc, RZA, GZA, Cake, Cypress Hill, Dead Kennedys, Despot, Josh Freese, Martin Atkins, The Fun Lovin' Criminals, Gnarls Barkley, Knife City, Grimes, MC Chris, The Offspring, Blackbreath, The Refused, Ryo Fukui, Punkerslut, The Easy Brothers, The Saint Riels, The Wrecktals, GSTS, Dead Voices, Rio Bent, Fall City Fall, Sapient, TohKay, Slumlord, Blockhead, The Uncluded, The Locust, Coliseum, Cursed, Disfear, Doomriders, Lewd Acts, Nails, Trap Them, Victims, Wolf Brigade, The Ink Spots, The Lonely Island, Parov Stelar, Tune Yards, The Plastic Constellations, Blockhead, The Bouncing Souls, Cephalic Carnage, Opposition Rising, Graf Orlock, Diablo Swing Orchestra, Puscifer, Clockwise, The Plastic Constellations, Chicano Batman, Crotchduster, Kurt Vile, Polica, Tricky, Getter, Cunter, Anchoress, Tim Minchin, Spose, Xibalba, Incendiary, Celtic Frost, The Dreadnoughts, Shark Infested Daughters, Punkerslut, The Corporation, The Still Spirits, The Coup, Devin Townsend, As Blood Runs Black, Carnifex, Anamanaguchi, Henry Homesweet, Sabrepulse, Chipzel, Abaddon, Aluna George, Lorde, Run The Jewels, Antimaniacs, Cubbiebear, Abzorbr, Cliff Martinez, Cadence Weapon, King Krule, Angel Haze, Das Racist, Kool AD, Clams Casino, Kavinsky, Beck, Imogen Heap, Gorgeous Geordie, As The King, Hopeleus, Crime City, Bongripper, Cocorosie, Africa to Appalachia, Beats Antique, DJ Shadow, Ice Cube, Trash Talk, Dillinger Escape Plan, Vince Staples, Kids and Explosions, Lazerhawk, Mitch Murder, Power Glove, DiBia$e, Beast, Kitty Pryde, Lakutis, Sifu Hotman, Slow Erase, SpaeghostPurrp, Sun Araw, M.O.O.N., Body Count, Ratking, Hail Mary Mallon, Seez Mics, Bad Seed, Four Fists, Mixed Blood Majority, Blue Sky Black Death, Speak, Justin Feathers, A Tribe Called Red, Isaiah Toothtaker, Hot Sugar, Steel Tipped Dove, 2% Muck, Spyder Baybie Raw Dog, Craters, Infant Annihilator, Clipping, Jack U, Yellowclaw, AWOL Nation, Hindxsight, ...

This list is about 90% incomplete.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Science. Music. Poetry. Love. Hope. Empathy.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Space. Human behavior. Nature versus nurture. Art. New ways to artistically express myself. How to better the crafts already under my belt. What ridiculous concoction I call a "meal" I should invent next. What mystery woman I'm going fall obscenely in love with in the future. How children are literally little vessels of infinite possibilities. Unsustainability in any monetary system. The natural laws of the universe. What musical backdrop would best accompany the poem I have written. What poem would best accommodate the soundtrack I have composed. How the fuck some people over-identify with any movement/activism to the point that they find ways to rationalize and justify the logical fallacies of their movements, and end up losing all sense of humour and irony. How some people take themselves so goddamn seriously.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Choosing creativity over hedonism.

All the while wondering how the fuck people spend nights mindlessly cramming shit up their nose with people who don't matter instead of carving their fucking name into this Earth.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I can twerk better than you ever will. I'm not even fucking joking.

Fuck it. Let's be real for a second. I wrote this for my friends, and now, for you:

I'm going to share with you a very personal story about the best moment of my life, and the worst moment of my life, that happened one second apart from each other. (Topical Bonus: It will explain why I hate being single so much.)

I do lots. Like, a lot of lots. I do so much that it'd make your head spin. You think I post a lot on social media? If I didn't at least post THIS much, I'd explode. I think lots. I like to share my thoughts. Sometimes it's huge and adventurous, sometimes it's quiet and inventive. Sometimes it's creative, sometimes it's educating. I spend an extremely low amount of time wasting my time with my brain off. I like doing things that will sculpt who I am. Most times when I am out for drinks, I feel guilty for not doing something more important. This does not mean to imply I don't know how to relax. I meditate while I study music at LEAST four hours a day, seven days a week. I relax plenty.

But, I digress... I'm sure you're all well aware that I'm a very open, very expressive, very passionate, talkative person. Real life, and on the internet. I love conversation. I like sharing ideas with people. I love discussion. I love travelling inside other peoples' brains. I love the way the brain works - literally. I love neuroscience and psychology. Fascinated by it! I read up on it as much as I can! I just love thoughts. I love ideas. I love creativity. I love how the insides of humans are basically doorways to infinite possibilities, but sculpted down by our environments. I love, and understand, that through the great vastness of our entire universe, albeit logically safe to assume we're not the only sentience out there, we are the only ones we know. And within that great vastness, a great rarity occurred. Thirteen elements came together two-octillion times to make you. The thoughts you have, and your feelings, and your legs and arms and heart and... everything! Those elements came from the stars. I NEVER grow unenthusiastic about this.

"There are more neurons in your head, than there are stars you can see,
And most ironically, those stars ARE you and me."

I love life. I hold it more sacred than anything because of my knowledge of science. I've seen some pretty depressing, fucked up shit, and I've seen some massively amazing shit. I know myself pretty well. I envy the lot of you that can live entire lives of solitude. I really do. It's alien to me. I'm as much of an extrovert as I am an introvert. So I did a bunch of thought experiments, and I went on a bunch of adventures. To learn more about life, and more about myself.

The one that stands out the most is this: I saved the first time I'd see the milky way with my bare eyes for a special occasion. As I've already demonstrated, space is something I'm deeply passionate and fascinated by. The moment I'd look up and see the thing that has sculpted mankind (both by literally composing us of its star-guts, and also the fact that every religion, fable, myth, and broad perspective has come from this thing since mankind could speak), was one I saved.

I saved it for myself. It was for me. It was mine and mine alone. This was the most sacred moment of my life up until that point, and I was gonna take it raw and unabashed and not have to worry about how other people would receive my reaction. I was going to do this with no distractions. I went out into the very scary darkness, very far away, all alone, and looked up. Never before in my entire life has one image made me so emotional. I cried. A lot. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I'm staring at this thing, and my brain is rolling through the knowledge I've collected - how stars are formed, how many kinds of stars there are, how many stars there are, how planets are formed, how they die, how many there are, which one is the closest one, how close is the closest one, where is the ultra deep field, how far out is that field, how many things are in that field, how many things are in the fields of that field, how many of these things have solar systems, how many of these solar systems probably have life on them, how nebulae are formed, how many nebulae there are, how big they are, what they are composed of, where the galactic core is, how many of these are actually galaxies, how we got here, even IF panspermia happened where did those initial components come from, what kind of pictures the different kinds of waves are making, how far our components must have traveled, how long ago that was, how many of the things I am looking at are already dead, how long have they been dead for, how long the remnants of their existence took to hit my eyes, how many proteins are in the dust up there, how many extremophiles are actually floating around up there,...

All of this going on in my head... All of these thoughts, the most important thoughts I've ever had... Just stopped. My working understanding of the universe screeched to a halt. None of it mattered compared to just... how... fucking... beautiful... this whole thing was. I just stared, loved, and cried tears of joy.

Slowly the thoughts crept back in, and I was overcome and overwhelmed and euphoric and my mind was travelling lightyears a second. Then it hit me, THIS right here, THIS FUCKING THING RIGHT HERE, is going to be the best moment of your entire fucking life. Holy fuck. There is so much going on that I am looking at! I have so much to say about what I am seeing right now! I have so much inside of me! I am so inspired! I have so many thoughts! I have so many feelings! I... I...

I sure wish I had someone to share them with.

It's in my nature to love. And it's in my nature to share. I know this because I was hundreds of miles away from civilization, all by myself with no one to impress, no technology, and no reflexive, reactionary, compulsions. I looked dead into the eye of the universe, and she taught me more about myself in one millisecond, than a quarter-century of existence among humans ever did.
You should message me if
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If you'd like to be friends or music-buddies or something. I now have a girlfriend and I love her and live with her and she means the entire world to me, but I've made some of my best friends off this website, so I'll keep it around just in case the unlikely instance of a not-crazy-person-sloppily-and-hastily-craving-companionship finds themselves here and wants to be platonic friends.