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I am going, going, and gone.
My Self-Summary
Recently (two years ago) moved to Brooklyn by way of London (and
Italy before that, back in the diaper days).
Most of what I write ends up being parenthetical to a point (it
doesn't get much better than that, best punctuation ever devised).
What I’m doing with my life
Sitting on stoops, making cardboard banjos and making things
reality via computers. For a living.
I’m really good at
Doing things in unison with everyone else without meaning to. Small
talk (though it's not always welcome - but it's a good skill to
have. I'm handy for those who feel that they are awkward). Keeping
houseplants that belong to others alive.
The first things people usually notice about me
I'm usually kinda scruffy. Or my hair is a mop. Probably the accent
as well.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
On my nightstand: Angela Carter
Best movie seen recently: Ponyo
In heavy rotation: The xx
Last thing devoured: Drunken noodles
The six things I could never do without
Gotta be honest - number one would be my visa. I'd be screwed
without it. Passport necessarily ties in with that
2 - a cup of earl in the morning
3 - down comforter. I seriously cannot sleep well without one. No,
I don't want to talk about it
4 - I'm kind of attached to my kindle right now. Is that douchey to
say? If that worries anyone, let it be known that I'm not yet above
stocking my shelves with repurposed trees
5 - my subscription to NewScientist. I would assume the fetal
position and cry my fucking eyes out without unlimited access to
their site
6 - access to open expanses of green. or just open expanses that
don't quickly collide with cement.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Painfully average things. Occasionally I'll get a bit inspired and
mull over the finer points of mastering expert guitar for 'I Me
Mine' on Rock Band.
(I'm mostly kidding)
On a typical Friday night I am
Usually out rabble-rousing.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
I once drew blood after biting someone. To be fair, I was 9, and my
victim was -seriously- antagonising me. Stitches weren't required.
You should message me if
Ya wanna.