I am fiercely dedicated to consciousness and truth(whatever that is) but will put that aside for silliness in an instant. As long as the silliness is not averting something more important.
I walk into Barnes and Noble once a month and leave with at least 10 books which are mostly read by the next time.
I was lucky enough to be in New York when the arts were celebrated in a non aggrandizing sort of way. And my Doc Martins are not referential or bought in a vintage store.
I live in Brooklyn and laughed when 718 became a signifyer of hipness- I laughed when hipness itself became some kind of signifyer.
I have owned a Pilates Studio for over fifteen years and am continuing to develop and tweak my own technique. I love my work! And I love my clients!
I have been a professional dancer, am still rigorously training and intend to be one again.

All of the above. Preparing to put a performance piece to life- it might take a year- and that's after I've procrastinated for a year.
Working with a PR person to reduce my teaching work into some sort of heinous soundbite so that I can pull in more than an artist's salary. If anyone knows how to do this without selling out, please drop me a line.
Always fighting to remain sympathetic without being a wimp, feel empathy without betraying myself, and all of this, to clear the field so I can play with others with abandon.

getting down to brass tacks, nitty gritty- whatever cliche you have for this, I'm good at it- hopefully in the least offensive way so we don't waste time in empty form but get right to the alive.

My posture.

Just finished Kazuo Ishiguro's works and all but George Saunder's most recent. Both guys captivating in utterly different styles. I will read Salinger's 'Nine Stories" at least once a year. I was oddly, the only one of my bookish friends who loved "Infinite Jest", although I bought the five pound book for many. I fell in love with David Mitchell"s Jacob de Zoet, and I am distressed to see that Colin Farrell is playing Peter Lake in Helprin's "Winter's Tale". I depend on friends of all ages to educate me on music; consequently, people seem to think I am very very well informed when they play my ipod.. Sometimes I don't correct them.
How can you not love "Groundhog Day?" But Terence Malick's "Days of Heaven" and Peter Weir's "The Year of Living Dangerously" cannot be beat for sheer luscious moodiness and Von Trier's "Melancholia" is slowly joining my list.
Lest you think I am too highbrow, be informed that I have a huge crush on Dr. Drew of Celebrity Re-hab which I watch with no irony or contempt. Joel Kinnamen from "The Killing" knocks me out, as does the show. I also am crushing on Archer. A cartoon character , I know, but still.
I don't really even have an iPod.

Books. light. rivers. oceans. cities. matching wits.

what drives people, hidden or subconscious intents, including myself.

Shopping at Trader Joe's. How happy it makes me not to feel ripped off helps me understand why we Americans are most of the time, angry and miserable.

Because I teach and am in a dance community daily, I can be overly precious about my solitude.

you are fascinated by all things.