I would rather wander around museums/galleries/collections of art/used bookstores/abandoned buildings/wilderness, be on a football pitch, engage in spontaneous and endless conversations with someone new, sleep, create/eat hitherto unexplored gastronomical creations, compete with people completely unaware of said competition or what exactly the competition entails, be on, in or near large water bodies, spend hours at the dog park looking on with great longing, contemplate/banter philosophically with friends while perched on the edge of the roof, smile perpetually/laugh for no apparent reason, write (cursive, always cursive) and scores of other things I lack the patience to list, than stare at this screen depressing keys on this board.
I've spent my life in three continents; New York is home for now. I am and forever will remain a nomad, both in habit and essence.
On a more realistic front, working a full time job that involves saving the world, one mismatched pixel at a time.
Traveling - 40 countries and counting.
Mt. Everest in 5 years.
Constantly looking for new and interesting places, people, foods, forms of physical exertion, books and sources of out-and-out euphoria.
About to start learning French, picking up the teach yourself Spanish book where i left off two years ago, exchanging pleasantries in unusual ways, lucid dreaming and looking at pictures of puppies to alleviate some of the monotony of (gainful?) employment.
Working out and eating healthy.
Swimming. Need. To. Swim. More.
Living the series of interesting (sometimes bizarre?) experiences that my memory will be riddled with sometime in the future. That said, one thing I'm not doing wondering what the future holds.
I'm also really good at talking to anyone about anything, giving great advice (while failing at paying heed to it on my own account), making up nonsensical nicknames or stories about strangers while people watching, avoiding NYC cabs while biking recklessly without a helmet, pushing my body to the limits without training, arguing about something/anything I am convinced i am right about, making my hair stand up without ever using hair products, making lists, forgetting about said lists and deriving no practical advantage out of them, consuming extremely hot beverages at an astonishingly rapid rate and giant run-on sentences like this one.
I'm really blurry. Especially up close.
[Though i do get complimented on my voice a lot. Also, shoes. Always shoes]
Currently reading Tropical Animal by Juan Pablo Gutierrez, Existentialism and Human Emotion by Sartre, A long Way Down by Nick Hornby and about to start Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by You Know Who (different books for different times, places and situations)
Assorted vegetarian fare. Preferably healthy. I cook a lot.
Beer/Wine/Whiskey/Bourbon/Scotch, when the mood lends itself.
that. Or if you did not dream about me at all, but would like to,
at some point in the future.