Hippie-core, Post-anarchist, DIY, closet cross-dresser, bacteria lover, wanna-be Italian cook, lover of the Onion, kid liberation advocate, SF native, intermittent self-doubter, language nerd, defeated by all but the Monday crossword, ER nurse, papa, papa, papa, papa.
What I’m doing with my life
I'm spending a lot of time asking myself this question. It would be cool to be snarky and leave my answer at that but actually it's a good question. What i am currently doing with my life is I am attempting to brain-dirty myself from university education and career track. The pendulum is a little far over into mainstream at the moment and I am trying to move it back over to where I like it.
I love my kid and spend a lot of time with her and I love her mom and spend a lot of time with her too.
I’m really good at
Languages, building fires, gardening, talking to almost anybody,
doing inane beurocratic tasks, and of course sex. I am not good at
spelling, even with a spellchecker.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
I am not a big TV watcher, and one of my so-called friends introduced me to lost, and then I understood what heroin addiction must be like- you keep taking the same shit , even though its bad for you and doesn't work anymore, and at the end when you finally kick it you realize how much of your life you wasted. Since then, no more TV series. Too risky.
I love movies. I have seen probably every movie from ex-Yugoslavia that has subtitles, and liked almost all of them. Except Underground.
I like Chekov's short stories. I like the Count of Monte Cristo. I like Shel Silverstein. I would think about giving up a kidney to bring Octavia Butler back to life so she could write more books. Ditto for Douglas Adams, although then I would have to go to dialysis.
I believe in fat. Butter is good. Low fat food tastes lame and won't make you skinny and skinny ain't all it's cracked up to be anyway.
I don't believe in sugar. It is fucking poison. But it sure tastes good.
On a typical Friday night I am
Working and wishing it was Saturday night so I could hang out in
the backyard with fire, family and friends. Although to be really
honest, most nights I'm pretty wiped from chasing the kid around
all day. Still adjusting to that.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I'll fess up to most anything, but not online.