Single, responsible, intelligent. Blunt in a thoughtful way. Instantly bored in the shallow end.
What I’m doing with my life
Day job in clinical research and teaching. Former bartender, did the pre med post bac thing, now preparing for a masters in music. Having a ball.
I’m really good at
Everything. But nottttt quite good enough. Frankly it's annoying. God dammit. And are all those t's necessary? Yes, they are. I hope you're cute. I am actually really good at listening, in the broadest sense - you may find that useful in the particular.
The first things people usually notice about me
Asian-ish. Not repulsive.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
I appreciate a well-crafted sentence or two. Recovering Bukowski fan (what was I thinking?), reader of Pynchon and obituaries.
Music that can be heard at the Kimmel or at a warehouse in North Philly.
There's this brit comedy called Peep Show.
I eat anything, if I remember to. I'm a stringbean.
I actually don't read obituaries, but I did have a crush on Wynona Ryder. (That really ought to be self explanatory.)
Hillary Hahn can suck it.
The six things I could never do without
I've learned I can pretty much do without everything but peace of mind. And coffee. Coffee is big. And good strings.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
How to get all of it. Solving problems and showing others how to solve problems. Elegance. Clean intonation, good tone. How many things I can think about all at once while biking in traffic (answer: fewer than while standing still. Kinetic meditation). How republicans became that way. What it's like to be someone else. Is it a rash or is it cancer. Is Woody Allen brilliant enough for women not to loathe him, and is there any sort of generalizable cut off in that department. What is technology doing to us. Human history from the standpoint of thermodynamics. Schizo vs. Bluetooth. How long can you leave it in the fridge. Why, oh why the fuck don't they open another Trader Joe's in Center City. The inherent superiority of bicycle riders. The remote possibility of getting pushed in front of the SEPTA train vs. the very real expectation of it happening. Emigrating to England. How professionals afford such expensive instruments. Do I sound like shit. Do they sound like shit. Do we sound like shit.
On a typical Friday night I am
Practicing, performing, dancing, panicking.
You should message me if
You clear out your inbox once in a damnwhile, unlike MyNissanStanza.