I am reflective, gentle, and unpretentious.
My Self-Summary
I'm agnostic, liberal, and individualistic. I tend to be critical
of mercantilistic lifestyles and prefer instead to focus on
cultivating personal potential and developing avenues towards
self-actualization by engaging in any kind of artistic or creative
pursuit. Generally, I'm a "nice" person, although I can be somewhat
aloof and reserved.
My core values include tolerance, acceptance, non-judgmentalism,
and intellectual uncertainty.
I'm interested primarily in
psychology,
self-development,
poetry,
philosophy, and
music.
What I’m doing with my life
Molding and shaping time to comply with my sense of
aestheticism.
Basically I just do whatever I feel like doing and reject arbitrary
limitations on my behavior. (
¡Viva la
revolución!)
Everything seems vast and amorphous to me, protean and chatoyant
like the winedark sea and as lofty as cumulonimbus clouds billowing
on the blistered horizon. (
Homeric epithets,
cloud
formations.) I easily become frustrated with individuals who
are constantly preoccupied with accumulating social clout and
material assets -- myopically treating life as if it's just this
prolonged version of Monopoly. (
Social disenchantment.)
I’m really good at
Many things...
Oh, really good? Whimsical nonsense, gesticulation,
tweezing, closing microwaves quietly.
The first things people usually notice about me
Usually people I have just met tell me that I am "funny," although
often this is just a polite way of letting me know that I'm
"weird."
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Music: anything I consider authentic. Sonic complexity,
free-flowing melodic embellishment, poignancy, and
unconventionality invest music with considerable aural value. I
enjoy creating pastiche
electronica (usually with
psychedelic and ambient overtones).
Movies: I have not ever liked a movie and only watch these things
as a form of social bonding.
Literature: poetry, usually experimental rather than traditional,
mostly abstract rather than representational.
Miscellanea: clocks, wind chimes, and flowing water; moths,
fireflies and sparklers, mansions
falling off cliffs
The six things I could never do without
Intellectual stimulation, space/privacy/solitude, the cavalcades of
phantasmagorical imagery cascading through my mind, meaningful
aesthetic experiences, emotional coalescence, that moment when the
heavens split and fissure and squalls of empyreal residue thrash
down, roaring wayawayaway.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Big, grandiose things like the past and the distant future and the
role of
humanity
in the universe.
On a typical Friday night I am
Committing
quantum suicide,
hopping
trains of thought, staring into
the Abyss, and other nebulous
abstractions that are really just code for solitary and vicarious
engagements.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
Nothing, nothing at all. It'll be like holding up a mirror.
You should message me if
It doesn't matter, but feel free to entertain me by working in the
words "glockenspiel," "iguana," and "astronaut" in a contextually
relevant manner.