I'm an artist and high school art teacher. I snowboard, play soccer and hike when I'm not painting or teaching. Recently got into rock climbing. I have a congenital birth defect that resulted in no left arm and shortened right arm. Legs are normal. I can do everything I need to do for myself, and at the same time I'll never get drafted for the Army. It's a sweet deal, really.

Working and painting. trying to see the bigger picture. working on my napping PhD.

Conversation, humor, listening, getting out of the house and doing stuff, having a quiet night at home, scrabble, certain cooking, keeping plants alive, reluctantly washing roommates' long-abandoned dirty dishes.

the negative space, the beard.

Books: God of Small Things, Lamb, Another Roadside Attraction, Tin Drum, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, World's End, Blood Meridian, The Crossing, Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven, Geek Love, Elementary Particles. Music: Pixies, Sebadoh, Archers of Loaf, Flaming Lips, Helium, Pavement, Silver Jews, Superchunk, Big Star, National, Blitzen Trapper, Wild Flag, Beach House, Woods, also Kinks, Gillian, Joni, Waits, Elvis Costello, Dylan, Stones, Ray Charles, JB, P-Funk, Beefheart, Zappa, Bowie, etc. Movies: I think I could watch Bladerunner every night until the end of whatever.

coffee, post-work couch naps, some internets, my studio, sunday crossword. That's six things, right?

what i might have to make an omelette with, where the fuck that thing I needed went.

Either out with friends or recovering from a week of work at home.

I always want to say, "wicked sweet!" but somehow manage to hold back.

You possibly share the same interests, or just want to talk.