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29 M Logan, UT

My Details

Last Online
Mar 4, 2012
5′ 11″ (1.80m)
Body Type
Atheism, and laughing about it
Taurus, and it’s fun to think about
Working on university
Less than $20,000
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Likes dogs and likes cats
English (Fluently), German (Poorly)

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My self-summary
Dissonance is in the air, and of a cabaret sway. With the fedora and suit coat at ready, the camera is in the holster and my finger is on the shutter. Wary that underneath my coat is an extra pen and some paper, so let the foreshadowing be blunt that your demeanor is likely to be inked as an abstract misinterpretation of speculation as we catch eyes from across an intersection. It's all just a very pseudo-complex waltz, but once you start to swing you'll find it hard not to groove. And that's where I'll be, with my everfire orchard burning down behind me as I dance.

Not commercial enough? Not sellable yet?

I am a former photography student who is currently aspiring to be an aspiring writer. I embrace rhythmic repetition but make extended attempts to avoid rhymes. I seek experiences I've never had and when walking on hills I daydream of longboarding like a fiend. I enjoy solitude, and the many variants thereof. I also enjoy a good discussion; chilled or heated makes no difference, it's delicious either way. I'm bloody dieing, itching, craving to get my skin inked. Twenty three years living without tattoos, it is high time that changed. I love rum above all other alcohol. I am known to some as a geek. And lastly, the sensation of being lost, utterly or completely, is one of the rarest emotions in the world. I crave it like a drug, and I doubt I've ever experienced a sweeter, more terrifying delight.

Perhaps something a little more humble?

If I sound avant garde then I apologize, it's all a farce, even when I'm sitting down at a cafe to discuss things like semiromantic anarchism in its most irrational form (obscure allusion time, kiddos). The syntax in my profile is wordy and over the top, but I rarely actually operate in that context. It's the writer in me, it comes out in places like this, and I think that scares people away. When in person I'm really quite sincere, mostly laid back, and generally quiet (not to be confused with being shy, for I am not).

I am vigorous, Gippy, and wry
What I’m doing with my life
I keep a few simple standards to live by: Be healthy, be active, be spontaneous as often as possible, do everything in your power to avoid boredom, never be complacent, never be satisfied with a bad finish, never let something amazing slip away from you, never give up on love, never forget that you have more control over your own happiness than any other force in the world.
I’m really good at
Wearing a suitcoat while longboarding. Appreciating aesthetic endeavors much too silently. Finding beauty in power lines. Sentence fragments. Turning innocent phrases into Freudian innuendos. Consorting with a potentially lecherous mindset. Applauding the pursuit of gothic style in summer heat. Breeding unease in narrative situations. Conjuring titles for short fiction that I may never actually write. Attempting to reconstruct the notion of 'zen' to fit my personal means. Twisting a satirically cynical humor out of many otherwise mundane experiences.
The first things people usually notice about me
Fancy that I've never bothered to ask anyone this question. Can you imagine what sort of narcissistic image that would portray? "Hello Jim, Nancy. Beautiful weather we're having. Tell me, what was it you first noticed about me today."

Although potentially better than, "Hello Jim, Nancy. Jim I must admit that the moment I saw you walking up I couldn't help but admire the deep blue of your eyes. And Nancy, no matter how much tact would persuade otherwise, the instinctual male in me is just delighted to compliment the vigorous bounce and perk of your breasts today. Magnificent."

In any case it might be my spiffy-looking long board, shoulder-length or longer hair, or my ability to dress myself in something more fashionable than jeans and a t-shirt. Wearing chacos does seem to garner attention too.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Literature: Books? Nay. Authors? Yea. Donald Barthelme is pushing contemporary literature past storytelling, progressing it into an art form which seeks to test the full capacity of grammar, rhetoric, and diction. He is also deliciously absurd. H.P. Lovecraft is Macabre at its finest. Chuck Palahniuk is rock and roll. He is the culminative entertaining disorder of social dilapidation. J.M. Coetzee has an unprecedented control of cadence. His writing seems less like storytelling, and much more like submersion into the core of his characters' hearts. And while I do not delve much into poetry, my flighty interest have made comfortable lofts in the works of T.S. Eliot and Dylan Thomas.

On the topic of recent books: I just polished off House of Leaves and it has left me deliriously traumatized. I've never actually had a book make me scared until this, to call the sensation exhilarating would be a misnomer. I'm no druggie, but I sincerely think this is what shooting up must feel like. Also, Neverwhere by Niel Gaiman was brilliant. Reading it as I read books when I was young: fully consumed by the fiction in those paragraphs, loving each character more and more with every turn of a page, being absolutely engrossed by the mystery of the world that wasn't shown just as much as the world that was. This book reminded me why I decided to be a writer in the first place.

Film: Lately I've reasoned that a good film has more to do with appreciation than opinion, although I hardly discredit the latter. In the interests of keeping a short list I'll restrict my most delectable interests to Donnie Darko, Lucky Number Slevin, Boondock Saints, Brick, A Clockwork Orange, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and Snatch. On a similar note, I can never again watch One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, I fear that if I do it may ruin some unsalvagable part of me.

Tunes: A curious little corner of me has found that it delights in the musical choices other people explore. As long as there is a similar interest I prefer to abandon my personal archive while I scour theirs. At the very least it often brings a perk of variation to my ears, which is always welcome since I love to escape my ruts.

In any case, a few of the bands I still love dearly are: My Brightest Diamond, Rasputina, Man Man, Mellowdrone, Sufjan Stevens, Filter, and Free Dominguez(commonly known from Kidneythieves). I have also just recently discovered Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip, Denali, and Devil Doll, all of whom make me grin like a Cheshire cat.

Eats: Primarily Sushi, Italian, and Mexican, but in a wider sense food is too exquisite to pass up in any form save for the following three flavors: Fresh onions, almost any condiment excluding ranch (I am helplessly, hopelessly addicted to the cilantro ranch of Cafe Rio), and most importantly of all, Pineapples. I. Can. Not. Fucking. Eat. Pineapples. My body rejects them, and not in a fashionable way.

As an added bonus, I know how to cook.
The six things I could never do without
Discussion. Surrealism. The Frightful and Macabre. Rum. Confidence.

The sixth is far better described by the song "We Are Winning" by Flobots.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
The value and potential of entertainment. Can entertainment and intellectual stimulation co-exist on a higher level? Does one paradigm shift into another without the capacity of tandem nature? If so, which is the more righteous pursuit? And ultimately, what can I do to create literature that surpasses the mediocre qualification of entertainment?

Lately I've been pondering such things as how complacency is abhorrent and why it ruins my life. Or why I like the smell and feel of night so much more than day. Or why I spell so many things incorrectly. Or why I don't spend more time reading. Or existential bypasses.
On a typical Friday night I am
These days it's mostly laborious, but I've always had insane dreams of being a mad hatter by the later hours, hosting fabulously brilliant tea parties where I entertain guests like my insane friends and a mouse in a cup and such.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I have an unyielding fetish with web comics and good photography (because I'm addicted to wit and aesthetics). I used dictionary and for a few of the words on this profile (because learning is wonderful). I train with a katana (because it lets me be a geek through skillful, physical activity). I will drink any liquid that is blue (on principle alone). And I like biting (because it is good).

Also: I'm scared of the dark. Well, not necessarily scared. I've never been afraid of pitted shadows and low lighting. The real problem is that I have a wildly active imagination and the cogs tend to turn violently when it is night and I am alone. Windows and forests are especially problematic. Over the years I've just had to teach myself to enjoy the sensation, when possible.
I’m looking for
  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 19–30
  • Near me
  • For new friends
You should message me if
Lets face facts: I am not here for dating, or sex, or whatever else. As a college student in a town that survives through parasitic symbiosis with the university, the internet is the last place I'd look for a date.

Casual pen-palling is fun though, so don't be averted to sending a message. I do my best to give humorous, intelligent responses.