Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I love taking the most indefensible rhetorical positions out of
genteel cussedness. I write, I make films, I work with wood. I can
build anything and have restored for pleasure, not for profit,
hundred-year-old Craftsman houses in Los Angeles, implementing in
some instances, unorthodox design innovations (I'm a hidden
mechanism obsessive). The child of an aerospace engineer, my wooly
artist's head is nonetheless brimming with science - well, maybe
not brimming, but I'm very science-sympathetic. MD's and other
bespectacled research types arouse me and induce a blizzard of
theoretical questions. I ask a lot of questions.
What I’m doing with my life
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Working in the second most exasperating profession. Designing
things. Dreaming of the day when there's oodles of telomeres. If I
could step into a time capsule, I'd make a beeline to Rome, circa
44 BC. THOSE were the days. I travel extensively. Most of my
friends have heavy accents.
I’m really good at
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Anticipating your thoughts before you've had them. Finding the
sweet spot. Surprising the skeptics.
The first things people usually notice about me
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The hair. In this department, I give a certain German physicist a
run for his money.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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I think lists as long as the AIDS quilt are kind of pointless. Yes,
yes, we get it. You and me like edgy, innovative fare. I will
however give a shout-out to the greatest English prose stylist of
the 20th century, Nabokov, whose praises are sung far too
infrequently on OKC. Also, I love Poe, Twain, Lord Byron (whose
life I covet), Dickens, Coltrane, Jan Garbarek, Dandy Warhols, The
Warlocks, Lilys, Brian Jonestown Massacre, Lar Von Trier's
masterpiece, "The Element Of Crime," Polanski's "The Tenant", the
final seconds of "City Lights" when Chaplin flashes the most
heartrending grin in the history of film, and... no, NO! I'm not
doing this! It's degrading and humiliating. I'm not a piece of
brain tissue parading my neural treasures.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Stunning works of architecture, the Hagia Sofia, or the
A woman's radiant smile, accompanied by a light touch of her hand,
and the warmth that floods through me.
The drumming of rain on the roof.
A dog running in her sleep.
A perfect sentence.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
I wish with all my soul I could raise a giant mallet and strike
myself with such force that I'd shatter into dozens of rich,
fulfilling lives, all of them lived under the most disparate of
circumstances. I'd shoot one me over to early 20th century France,
cavorting with Modigliani, another I'd lob into 15th century Italy
(poor, beleaguered Brunelleschi could really have used a friend), a
few I'd keep in the present, one focussed on robotics, one in
architecture, one a novelist - all the me's that might have been...
And one can never know with absolute, unshakeable certainty which
life would have been the best.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
For years I suffered from a nameless psychological quirk, for
which, with the improbable magic of a fairy tale, a word suddenly
appeared when I was a student at Lund. The Swedish word is
"veckovill" and means the inability to recall the day of the week.
I suffer from serious veckovill. So, on a typical Friday night, I
can be heard saying, "Wha'd'ya mean it's Friday? I could swear it
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I have the sneaking suspicion that Better lies just beyond my
grasp, but for a twitch of Fortune's smile. That for lack of a
single, life-altering decision or a more finely sharpened thought
or a timely inflection in my mode of existence, I might have lived
more keenly, in a state of permanent, dizzying euphoria.
You should message me if
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You're a kindred spirit. You want to cross another door of
perception and with a outline-jarring tug, yank me through it. You
haven't been to the Bradbury Building. You'll stop short of
sticking a needle in my arm. Your smile is your best feature.
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