I try to live a stable lifestyle with all the perks of throwing oneself into complete chaos. That's impossible, of course, but in seeking the balance lies some shred of... something too cheesy and new-agey for me to be comfortable writing here. Basically it's gonna get a whole lot weirder before it starts making sense.

I'm trying to live an exciting life with highly creative people, while still allowing for the slight possibility of a stable late adulthood. I built a yurt out of bamboo and hope to find a way to insulate it over the summer so I can live in it with a wood burning stove this winter. If I can adapt to that it ought minimize my living expenses so I can eventually save up enough money to build a larger more permanant structure. I'd rather spend less money and work directly on my house rather than get a higher paying job and buy something someone else built, even though I have a math degree. Meanwhile I play trombone and bass in a band called Echomaker. There's a bandcamp site if you'd care to listen.

Music, tiling showers, building things, wandering into the right situations as if drawn by some invisible force, helping people who think they disagree realize that they often aren't even speaking the same language

Crazy eyes? Sane eyes? I don't know... What I show people probably depends on what I'm feeling when I meet them.

Jazz, hip-hop, rock, traffic noise, funky-ass song-birds! I don't read much fiction but one time I broke my collarbone and read Cat's Cradle. It was pretty cool. I really like to read about how various people create their spiritual identity.... Whether it's yoga, gnomes, or pole barn churches.

My hands
My voice
A few tools
Nature
A fire
A few people with"the fire"

Whether or not I believe in anything supernatural, and how even if I don't, the people who do always seem to come closer to speaking the real important truths than I can, so that's gotta count for something.... right?

At an art or music show, playing or watching, talking about how to solve the worlds problems, or perhaps how to accept that I can't really solve very many of the world's problems

I feel jealous of many people who might be described as less intelligent than me, for that very reason. They're usually way smarter in some subtle but very important ways. Being good at logical systematic thinking is a great skill but can often be a curse.

You could accidentally get into a half hour conversation with someone who dialed a wrong number. In fact, I don't yet know how I feel about online dating so if you wanted to pretend that's how the conversation started I might just be a little bit more open about myself.