I've described myself as a garden on numerous occasions, but I don't feel like using that metaphor tonight. I'm feeling much more like a wandering poet, lost in the desert, surrounded by silence, looking to the stars for direction, while asking the sand for advice.

Some have told my recently that they are as an "open book." If I was a book, I think I would be one which has been long forgotten, covered in cobwebs, necessitating an esoteric lexicon in order to even acknowledge its existence as something intelligible. A book which though difficult to read, brings to light the greatest philosophy, the greatest wisdom: Freedom.

I am curious, adventurous, and intelligent

From my apartment window I gaze at the jail walls and feel it is very apropos to my residing in Snohomish County. I've been here before - Snohomish county - and I don't like it. This time, last year, I was looking out of my penthouse window onto a South Korean beach. I crave creative energy. Whether it comes from mental stimulation such as meeting with my mentors in Bellingham or talking to my best friend and editor on the phone, or from doing spontaneous things like quiting my job and going to Thailand, I require something which seems to be lacking in Everett. I can't even remember the last time I sat up all night with someone who had a class in the morning. I'm throwing out a line, because for the next eight months I'm stuck in Everett, biding my time until I move away to pursue the next phase in my academic career.

I can analyze literature fairly well, and sometimes I can write a worthy line or two. I rock climb as well, but perhaps not that well.

Probably how loud and obnoxious I am, or how much of a pompous ass I am.

There is actually one thing that almost everyone says to me after I've greeted them: "you smell really good." (I think it has something to do with my nag champa soap)

Politics of Friendship - Jacques Derrida
Aporias - Derrida
On the Name - Derrida
Phaedo - Plato
Phadreus - Plato
The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho
The Prophet - Kahlil Gibran
Thus Spoke Zarathustra - Nietzsche

Derrida's theory of alterity
Optimism
Love
Water
Sunlight
Smiles

. . . The khoral abyss . . .

Friday's always change for me. This Friday I'm going to a friend's gallery opening which will inevitably include dinner, laughs, and wonderful company.

I'm a huge geek. . . that might not be that private. . .

You are well adjusted, and find that being well adjusted and emotionally mature puts you at a social deficit when it comes to meeting members of the opposite sex.