I'm a fluid fellow with a gentle, stinging (though cheery) wit and intense curiosity for and about all levels of human-related development and interactions. Reclusive and right-brained, I live to discover, unpack, unfold, tear apart, burn, masticate, and sit on the spiritual (COUGH) juice of all experience for practical uses.

I'm currently working on my teaching credential in Carson, and will have that out of the way by next spring so I can worry about whether I want to spend a decade piddling around in the south bay or go abroad to gain some experience.

Establishing my reputation as the best swimming instructor Huntington Beach has ever known (no joke!).

1) mastering the minutia of a subject, 2) making lasting impressions through dissemination/demonstration/discussion of whatever I've learned, and 3) the long lost art of compromise.

(If all you see is a squashed fly in the first picture, please take a closer look)

I'm pretty sure my stare is what most people notice first. They tend to either act weird and glancy when passing me or veer off in another direction once we get within 25 corndogs of each other.

Generally, though, I think people are relieved when they learn I'd rather completely avoid them than plunge a sharpened fist into their chest and yank their heart out to pin on my brownie belt.

Also, unusual attire and all-around floatiness has brought up the, "hey, are you on heroin/crack/angel dust, etc.?" question way too many times.

If on a winter's night a traveler still manages to confuse/frustrate/hold me after a few years; Joyce and Goldbarth are my Tweedledee and Tweedledum, two that never fail to set a fire under my butt.

I've three copies of The Truman Show (the Jim Carrey film from the late 90s).

and am a major Harry Nilsson-phile (do you remember that semi-famous deceased bathrob'd songwriter from the 70s who was a favorite of the Beatles? That's him.). I'm into much more than him but am not into labels, names, or relying on my memory so I'll leave it at that. But please don't get me wrong; I do consider myself an amateur music historian (movin' on up to lvl. 101 when I can get a clean swipe at the next wave of Eric Dolphy reissues). Music is what I'd call my "thing", as I'm very much an auditory learner at heart (in school, my room, the car) but to the detriment of my other senses unfortunately. The internet is perfect for this endless investigation my scatter/hairbrained brain decided to start about a decade ago that is still bursting with fresh understandings daily.

And regarding food--unless you expect me to be your papa bird at the dinner table, I don't really see the use in saying how little I think abou tit. Oopsie poopsies! Otherwyoais, I really enjoy grapefruit, bitter cheeses, and the occasional seaweed salad.

1) imagination
2) (com)passion/feeling/forgiveness
3) touch
4) growth/improvement
5) vitamin D
6) the anditote (no, seriously!)

Keeping my eyes on the rabbit.

checking out friends' bands and bands I'm paying to see just to be with my friends and fall asleep to,

fully engaged in philosophical mind-wanderings, passing by/through strangers,

or taking in an interesting book/album with a lawnchair and a snuggly blanket under the moon (god, is he really this coy?).

I can make sense if I try.

Can you speak without opening your mouth/intuit verbal potholes?

Are really into something I know nothing about/you can surprise me,

dig/have interest in honesty, outlandish thoughts, the strange.