I'm not what You'd call voluble. Except after sugar.

I find four-leaf clovers. I think this means I am good at pattern recognition.

I'm pretty here-and-now. My username should be hereandnow. I wonder if that one's taken already. I won't check, because then I'd know. I like possibility. I put off certainty; certainty doesn't use up cognitive energy, and I've got that in bunkersfull. I will add that this means I am apt to drift along in ill-defined relationships much longer than anyone would expect. But only if they're rewarding.

At the risk of sounding dull dull dull/fanatic, it's important to me to live a healthy and civically responsible life.

Whoa. Who knew this questionnaire would get so threatening so fast?

I spend a lot of time maintaining social connections. Most of them, at any given moment, are long-distance.

using "I" statements, which is handy given the format of this questionnaire.

Adoring people.

Behavioral contagion. Not contagion. What's the word I'm looking for. Maybe it's contagion.

Travelling. Keeping on moving don't stopping.

Dancing, with or without a partner. I prefer with, but I can't lead. Oops that belongs in I'm really bad at. (Want to know what else belongs there? Being flip.)

Not giving away more than is strictly courteous.

Editing.

In person: I have been told that it's hard to tell at first if I'm joking or not. That's because usually I'm joking and not.

On paper: I write You with a capital letter.

Let me tell You, my favourite punctuation has got to be the /. I need it so very often to express my inner conflicts. Ha. Other than that, though, I don't really like playing favourites.

I will say this, though, about books. I'm wearied--WEARIED--by the apparent requisite of non-linearity as a plot device in contemporary fiction. For this reason, I find myself turning for relief to mystery novels, where typically one thing happens after another. Also, essays and short stories; that's what novels are made up of these days anyway. [I will grant: that was perhaps a touch snide.]

When I was in college I'd go to the flicks several times a week; now I generally feel like it's too passive an activity. However, I saw Le Scaphandre et le Papillon recently and did not at all consider it a waste of time. I also saw Nadine this year at the Warsaw Film Festival. It was good. I see most action flicks. I can say definitively, though, that I do not enjoy watching Quentin Tarantino films.

I like rhythmic music and inventive rhymes. But mostly when You see me bounding along in my headphones, I'm listening to people talking on the radio. I guess I'm sort of a novelty-seeker except when I'm feeling overstimulated. Then I (was going to say that I listen to old standbys like Stevie Wonder or the Police or, frankly, classical music, but really I) don't listen to anything except the kids on the playground outside and my new travel alarm clock ticking itself to eternity. Theorizing aside, I just did a sort of my iTunes library by play count and Patty Griffin came up twice in the top 5. Caution: I sing along. #6 is the song I do sit-ups to.

I like food if it's vegetarian. And coffee.

It's not my cell phone, let me tell You that. That was stolen a while ago and it took me more time than others deemed necessary to get a new SIM card. Probably this is due to my constant connection to the internet. So that'll be thing #1.

I am addicted to public radio. I experience withdrawal symptoms when deprived of public radio. And going for a run. And weather. I like weather. And hearing the other side's arguments. Ha. This gets easier the longer the list. Every time I run out of dental floss I think that it really belongs on this list, but then it turns out I can do without it, for days at a time. Am I running out of things? I want contact with my family and friends to be on the list. That's what #1 is for.

people.

whether to move back to North America.

whether it's superficial to judge potential partners by their resting heart rate.

torn between going home, going for a beer with friends from work, going for dinner with friends from college, going for a swim, going out on the town to boogie, etc.

When I walk down, or up, stairs, I am nervous about tripping and losing my teeth. It's true.

More seriously: I have relocated Way. Too. Many. Times.

I honestly don't know if I have another relocation left in me.

Don't write to me if You're not thinking of coming to Warsaw, it'll just depress me. I'm semi-serious about this, actually. I'm also semi-joking, which of course is just as inapparent.

OK a few days have gone by and it turns out I was more joking than serious. Can't stand all stalk and no action.

Also, I get bored with extended philosophical deliberations. At some point, it's just, like, show me the data. I enjoy words, but I don't trust them.

You like being in the present. Or You can take me to the future.

We are 0% enemies and >0% friends and matches. I don't care what we agree on as long as we don't disagree on anything.

I should say, I'm kidding. I welcome all communications.