Update: I bought a car. So now I leave the city even more often than before.
Constantly trying to be faster at all the things.
I have a 3-legged french bulldog. She is the greatest thing on Earth and takes up a lot of time, too. But, y'know, in the good way.
I ride bikes a lot. I race for a team. So... I guess wearing a lot of spandex and doing a lot of dangerous stuff for no good reason.
Coming up with the right word or phrase for just about anything.
Driving across countries without sleeping.
Thinking of too many things at once.
Showing people around a good whiskey drink.
Making sure my hummus and my pita bread run out at exactly the same time.
Staying positive in the face of adversity.
DeLillo, Safran-Foer, Brautigan, Hemingway, Carver, Franzen.
Star Wars, Back to the Future, all the art films I'm supposed to have seen at age 30 in 2015. I have a very unhealthy love of Top Gun and Days of Thunder. I think it's the unchecked ridiculousness and outright badass speed portrayed in both. Also, that I yearn for a time when even Tom Cruise wasn't insane.
All of the food. All the time. Please. Especially Chicago style pizza. How I miss thee.
I have pretty standard "indie" taste in music... but I have a weird affinity for hilariously over the top metal and mid-90's/'00s rap (Bad Boy Family, Ca$h Money, old Wu-Tang...). I also realized that I like Dan Deacon recently and I don't know how I feel about that.
I'm way too busy for brunch.
You don't mind that I get worked up over "your" vs. "you're" etc.
You enjoy scotch and/or bicycles.
You want to do something–ANYTHING–to excess. Excess is fun and helps you get to know someone. Whatever it is, let's do it x10.
Or you just want to find some snacks and make fun of people.