I read a lot. Sometimes I read serious brain-pounding literature and sometimes I read fantasy (Fantasy can make me think too. Terry Pratchett usually is mostly fun to read. Sometimes I get distracted and wander off into tangents about books. Often, actually.)
I like chocolate a lot. Dark chocolate especially and always.
Sometimes I think too long or too much and get lost in tangled dreamy webs of thought that trail off into dusty corners, and meander into fanciful twists and turns of words. Usually, then, I shake my head and remember what I'm doing (and there's little so romantic about writing an online profile, odd as that is.)
(I wrote that paragraph ages ago. I still do that though, I sometimes get very purple with my prose in the middle of doing something prosaic. I am, in fact, fully aware of how silly I am.)
My brain works in a way that has to do with words and pictures. I like languages and stories and paintings. Beautiful things made of letters or brushstrokes or sentences or pen lines messily cross-hatched into a shadow. I also am somewhat pedantic and I like people. I think everyone's generally okay (at least) and I think intentions are important.
If you ask me for book recommendations, be prepared for a list. I'm nearly always carrying a book around, and also usually some chocolate.
I really like the word "sardoodledom" but also "terpsichorean" and "barnacle."