You may find me debating theosophical paradoxes
with born-again Christians, staring at mammoths
in the Natural History Museum
(my spiritual home), or seeking pianos
to play in back-rooms of hotels
late at night.
I'm good at encouraging serendipitous wormholes between otherwise
temporally, spatially, and socially disparate points, finding order
in chaos and life within mechanisms. Also rowing (as in boats),
debating (not as in rowing), kissing, making alcoholic salad
, self-parody, bread-making,
walking quickly (yet oft distracted by moss), becalming hostile
cats, and reading aloud children's stories. Bits of writing,
composing, film-making and whatnot.
I am not
good at several things. I am not a bloke. I will
likely never pot-hole, rock-climb, ski, nor otherwise bait gravity.
(It hates me enough as it is.) I am not good at noisy crowds, nor
Scrabble, the latter providing endless satisfaction for friends
justifiably tired of my lexicological excesses.