Carl Jung, at the end of his life.
What, too abstract?
Fine. Try this:
curious, compassionate, people-loving, life-seizing, and often quite ridiculous. I talk to people on the subway and the street and anywhere else, although I'm decidedly an introvert. An ambitious slacker. An easy laugh and an easy cry. I'm confident, but fundamentally very humble. I try to be straightforward and honest, with myself and other people, even when it's embarrassing or scary and makes me vulnerable. I tend toward edges. People say I have a calming influence, but I experience myself as intense. I won a Haiku contest at a party once, have no sense of direction. Methodical, fiercely logical, and practical, yet find myself leaning toward the radical. I've played violin most of my life, adore string quartets. I love to sing people to sleep--I sing a mean Joni Mitchell and you could be the lucky one.
Born in Argentina and moved around a lot growing up--Miami, England, New Jersey--As an adult I've mostly lived in New England, with an 8-year stint in Austin, TX. I reserve the right to say y'all.
What am I doing with my life? I'm listening, expressing, discovering, trying, persisting, resisting, letting go, experiencing, walking, dancing, experimenting, approaching, waiting, collaborating, accepting, analyzing, exalting, despairing, comparing, observing, meditating, participating, creating and dissolving distinctions, striving toward obscure ideals, embracing and resolving complexity, celebrating and fearing ambiguity.
"Alice in Wonderland" (Carroll)
Various Jon Kabbat-Zinn, et al.
"Running the Books" (Avi Steinberg)
"Hands on a hardbody"
"Wings of Desire" (Wenders)
"Summer of Love" (Pawlikowski)
"Crying Game" (Jordan)
"Man on Wire" (Marsh)
Music: Too overwhelming to do this one justice, with 14,000 songs on my hard drive. I will, however, say that Kate Bush has helped form the fabric of my being (whatever that means). Orff's Carmina Burana. Ravel's string quartet in F. Beach Boys. Bowie. King Crimson. Lee "Scratch" Perry. 90's hip hop. Erykah Badu. Jane Siberry. John Prine. Tears for Fears. Of Montreal, Phoenix, Momus, Ghost of a Sabertooth Tiger.
Food: Breakfast. Especially when eaten with friends. Most ethnic foods. Pimped-out oatmeal. Peanut butter. Bourbon (is that a food?). Seafood.
Change (as in what happens over time, not like nickels and quarters and so forth)
Joy and jubilee
That perfect combination of irony and authenticity