Okay, more seriously, me: I'm a successful TV writer with most of my hair and all of my sense of humor. I'm a hopeless romantic (or make that a "hopeful" romantic), endlessly inventive, adventurous and ambitious, young at heart and in body, and I possess other good qualities as well, some of which come naturally, others that I have to work at. Also, a healthy degree of humility despite this hard sell. Hence my OKCupid handle "Bodhisattva" doesn't mean I have the chutzpah to consider myself a truly "enlightened" being. What bits of life-wisdom I've managed to accumulate have been hard won, and are still being won; it's an ongoing process. "Bodhisattava," or "Bodhi" for short, was actually the nickname of Patrick Swayze's surfer-bankrobber character in "Point Break," one of my favorite surfing-bankrobbing movies. As another character says of Bodhi, "he'll take you to the edge. Past it." Me, I'll take you to dinner. Or surfing or a movie or concert. But maybe you could take me to the edge or past it. I'm always up for something new.
Books: "The Golem and the Jinni," in which two supernatural beings mix it up with humans in New York's teeming Lower East Side at the turn of the last century. "A Delicate Truth," by John LeCarre, who updates the spy novel for the 21st century. I'm also sucker for well-written novels and memoirs involving surfing, a weekend passion. The latest was "Barbarian Days," by New Yorker writer William Finnegan. More? Okay. Still dip into sci-fi on occasion. "Hyperion," by Dan Simmons, was a brilliant sci-fi update of the Canterbury Tales. Keith Richards' "A Life." Walter Isaacson's biography of Steve Jobs. Patti Smith's memoir, "Just Kids," about coming of age as artist and her friendship with Robert Mapplethorpe. I'm not usually a big nonfiction guy, but these books, all about artists (and yes, I'd include Steve Jobs in that category) who followed their hearts and obsessions, resonated powerfully for me. I'm always reading new books -- or, more accurately, listening to them on my iPhone as I drive or work out. There's something great about being read to that takes me back to being a kid... or even further, to the way stories were probably told around campfires.
Movies: I'm cinematic omnivore, my tastes running the gamut from genre to art house. And though yes, we can now indulge our movie and TV fix or on our iPads, for me nothing beats a much bigger communal screen -- like the Cinerama Dome, where I was recently bombarded my eyeballs with the 3D Star Wars, or Quentin's "Hateful 8" in 70 mm.
I'm also pretty much a sucker for everything Wes Anderson has done, including his last, "The Grand Budapest Hotel." I dig his unique voice and style, but mostly the warmth and affection with which he invests his characters...
And in this new "Golden Age" of TV I similarly tend to gravitate toward shows where character trumps spectacle (which fortunately includes Game of Thrones). The Breaking Bad spinoff, Better Call Saul, and Transparent are two recent faves in that regard. Add to that "Mr. Robot," "Mozart in the Jungle," and Asiz Ansari's super funny and heartfelt "Master of None."
Music: When I'm not listening to books, my iPhone is on permanent shuffle, or Spotify is blowing up the bluetooth connection in my car. The usual suspects who keep showing up lately: Lucinda Williams, John Hiatt, The Avett Brothers, Trouble Dolls, Trainwreck (OK, the last two are my last two bands but I LIKE them), Springsteen, X, Ramones, Cheap Trick, New Pornographers, Edith Frost, Arcade Fire, Aimee Mann, T-Model Ford, Johnny Cash, The Weakerthans, David Byrne, Ennio Morricone, Lana Del Ray, Dave and Phil Alvin (of Blasters fame, recently teaming up for an album of rootsy originals).
And of course Bowie's last album is a heartbreaker. The refrain from the title song, "at the center of it all" is just one line that sums up his life.
Food: You name it, I like it. Mostly I like going out to dinner with someone special and asking the waiter to help us narrow down the choices. Love eating, hate menus. Some of my favorite restaurants are the ones where the entire menu fits on a blackboard on the wall. Regarding which, Hollywood carnivores should check out "Salt's Cure," a little place on Santa Monica Blvd. See? You even get restaurant tips with my profile!
And, um, because you might want to date me, right? I mean what the hell else are we doing here?