Someone once described me as an asexual robot. I guess that means I'm emotionally distant, not prone to leering, and has a curiosity about meat based beings. Perfect dating material, right?

I'm not going to joke, this summary gets loooong like a novel that doesn't bother with an arc. If you're adverse to reading, here's the spoilers: I'm from Texas, I live in Harlem, and I take pictures as a hobby.

I moved to Bed-Stuy in Brooklyn after a longtime net-friend needed a roommate. That was August '05. I'm a post production ronin in filmmaking attempting to blunder into work. I've managed to find some, and now it looks like I'll be on a project for the rest of the year. I live in West Harlem now. This means I'm a little more stable...for the time being.

I'm an amateur photographer, filling a flickr with shots of the city and its graffiti. This is mainly because they do not move. I'd like to take more shots of you humans, but that would require not being a recluse and a faster draw with my camera. I love trying to capture non-posed moments, which I find much more interesting than getting someone's variation of the Blue Steel look.
flickr.com/photos/blueneurosis/ (be gentle)

I'd probably get a tattoo if I could think of a good enough design, and somehow ignore my dual fears of needles and things piercing my skin. I like the irezumi style of tattoos, not for their exotic-ness, but how they were originally used to tell the story about the person.
A scar is a tattoo with a better story. I have several. Most of them have faded, but I can still remember how I got them with weird recall. Story-wise I have so many I would like to tell, some in screenplay form, others in visuals, but the hard part is getting them out of my head.

The many things I do in my film related job: courier, manny, plumber, janitor, curator, music supervisor, promoter, poster designer. This means I have to be everything to everyone and leaves me feeling like no one.

I miss Texas, open spaces, not having to watch my back, having cats and dogs, my friends in the southwest, the simple pleasure of driving, and having nothing but free time to kill.

I am a catalyst, distant, and calculated risktaker

Wasting it? I'm not sure. I'm following my love of film into the post-production process, which is where you take film to make it look and sound its best with a good rhythm. This has not helped me learn to dance, learn a second language, or even begin to eat above the ramen (poverty) line. Still, I feel so much more satisfied than working in service or journalism. I help make Art, when was the last time that came up in the TPS reports?

Computers, well, macs at this point. Remember film things (that guy in that movie....you know, with the eyes...)

Examining a story or visual sequence and attempting to improve upon it, or at least minimize errors, mistakes, or anything that would take away from what is taken away from it. This involves a lot of creative triage, improvized solutions, and proverbial shoot the hostage-fu.

Once they know I'm from Texas, they note that I have no accent. None.
I've also been told I am "hard to read", which probably comes from needing to keep a professional pokerface for long periods as the post production circus has led to very strange, volatile situations.

A. Perdido Street Station, James Ellroy's work, Ian Rankin's work, Iain M Banks' work, Alan Moore's work, Andrew Vachss' infected pulp of the Burke series, Carter Beats the Devil, Devil in the White City, Natsuo Kirino's Out, Charlie Huston's work, Naomi Novik's work, Greg Rucka's work, Walter Mosley's work. A good deal of comics, you know, navel gazing mumblecore with gorgeous art all the way to underwear perverts doing massive property damage.

B. Jeez, so much...Girl on The Bridge, Slacker, Akira, Onibaba, Brazil, Narc, Eyes without a Face, La Strada, Touch of Evil, Get Carter, His Girl Friday, Sweet Smell of Success, Minority Report, Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, Garden State, Wrath of Khan, Seven Samurai, Stray Dog, Ran, Changing Lanes, Battle Royale, City of God, Lost in Translation, This is Spinal Tap, Volver, Miami Vice, The Departed (Infernal Affairs is no slouch), Casino Royale, Inland Empire, A Scanner Darkly, Find Me Guilty, Children of Men, Paper Moon, Bullets Over Broadway, 4 Months, 3 Weeks, 2 Days

El of Aye Films Baby Boy, Point Blank, Point Break, Ed Wood, Kiss Me Deadly, The Limey, Lost Highway, Training Day, Repo Man, LA Confidential, Heat, Boogie Nights, To Live and Die in LA, The Salton Sea, The Long Goodbye, Collateral, Chinatown, Devil in a Blue Dress

John Frankenheimer's work (the good ones), Brian DePalma's work, David Lynch's work, Jack Hill's work, Guillermo del Toro's work, Wong Kar Wai's work, Tsui Hark when he's trying, King Hu's work, Martin Scorsese's work, Ridley & Tony Scott's work now that they try, Sergio Leone's work, Oliver Stone's work, Kevin Smith's work, Michael Mann's work, John Carpenter back when he tried

TV: Firefly, Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, Lost, The Wire, Mad Men, The Venture Brothers, East Bound And Down, Deadwood, Rome, 24 (really! once you realize how aware they are of its silliness, it's great!), West Wing, um and a bunch of commercial free movie channels. I'm looking forward to No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency and eventually getting caught up on Breaking Bad.

C. Cliff Martinez, Ennio Morricone, John Powell, Angelo Badalamenti, Alex North, Roy Budd, Basil Poledouris, Yoko Kanno, Mr Scruff, Thievery Corporation, RJD2, Banco de Gaia, UNKLE, Kronos Quartet, Philip Glass, The Crystal Method, Rollins Band, Jane's Addiction, Orbital, NIN, Moby, Jay-Z, Beastie Boys, Juno Reactor, DJ Shadow, Bjork, Beck, Blue Man Group, Chemical Brothers, Air, Amon Tobin, Rage Against the Machine, Smashing Pumpkins, NWA, LTJ Bukem, Massive Attack, Lou Reed (but not that new album Lulu...oof), and streaming WFMU.

D. Fresh, from scratch. Rice, noodles...anything really. Kiwi or mango anything. I'm living so thin that I can appreciate anything that isn't ramen.

My computer, a camera, a pocket knife (or multitool, nothing Rambo-ish), comfortable shoes, and the knowledge that there is at least one person out there rooting for me.

Attempting to get the ideas out of my brain.

Weak and lightheaded. As my job has wild hours where we can't leave until a deadline is met. This has led to a 36 hour non stop shift and most of my saturdays feeling like I would be best off in a light coma for the rest of the weekend.

I feel like I am living on borrowed time, and I've hardly lived at all.

Oh, and my sleep cycle is all messed up due to working a night shift for three months (update: it's now nearly two frikkin' years of night shifts and I still can't keep my cycle steady! Argh!). Sorry if I looked at your profile in the dead of night, but no one else is awake to bug.

You want to talk about movies, bitch about the making of said movies, a good story, mistaken me for someone else (this happens to me), or need to confess something to a complete stranger.