been around the block enough to recognize the landmarks, and continue to enjoy it for the most part, but I'm ready to do a few more laps with someone and then find a nice place nearby to shack up (not to say 'settle down' in any suburban sense).

I like dancing, talking, drinking, working, sleeping, roughly in that order. I listen to ungodly amounts of electronic music, tempered with a bit of indie, metal, hiphop, punk and obscure eclectica. I like talking about religion and politics, but refuse to take any of it too seriously, because it's bad for your blood pressure. I manage my habits. I like my job, and think that this accounts for roughly half of anyone's total life happiness. I like a cold bedroom and warm covers.

really enjoying living in SF; it took me about 3 years to find my place here, but the last 7 have been fantastic, and I can't imagine where else I'd want to spend the rest of my life. except for new york, which I visit at least once a year and where I hope to live for at least a couple years in the not too distant future.

to pay the bills I work for a small software startup in the city, doing QA. I've been in the industry for something like 12 years now, and this is the first time I've been able to work in the city (commuting to south bay was seriously rotting my soul) and also work with people I can relate to (i.e. they aren't all 40-something marrieds or guys here 6 months at a time from hyderbad or bangalore). so it's pretty awesome. I am really grateful to be able to enjoy my job; nothing depresses me more than the thought of people doing something they hate for 40 hours a week.

I take the bus and walk a lot; I haven't had a car for I guess a couple years now, and this makes me happy if admittedly a wee bit self-righteous at times. I have three motorcycles in the garage, one of which is in running shape, and which I took on a two month US/Canada(/Mexico by accident) tour two years ago. I hardly ride anymore since I don't commute down to SJ anymore, which is kind of sad, but really most of the riding since that trip was lanesplitting at 80+ down 101 (yes, I was one of those).

finding flaws. this is great for QA, not so good for relationships. for what it's worth, I turn the critical eye on myself as much as others, so I like to think I'm pretty fair. basically I think I'm kind of a huge asshole, because of the things that go through my head at times, but I have filters so you most likely would never figure.

my goony smile on the dancefloor.

the last fantastic book I read was "Infinite Jest" by David Foster Wallace; at the same time, I would not actually recommend it to anyone (or if I did, would insist they first read his collection of essays, "A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again").
currently reading Brian Green's book on string theory, the title of which I'm too lazy to look up right now, and next up is Steven Johnson's "Emergence."
update: those were both great, though emergence sort of fizzled towards the end. now reading thorsten veblen's "theory of the leisure class," and I can't believe he wrote it over a hundred years ago. that cat was smart.
generally I try to keep it 1:1 fiction:nonfiction, but more easily find nonfiction I want to read. I'm skeptical of contemporary fiction, but can be convinced. (I will also admit that I once put back the copy of The Corrections (which I later read and quite enjoyed) because the little shit of a clerk at Border's kept badgering me about how big an Oprah fan I was.)

I would like to put on the table right away that I have gaping holes in my movie coverage; this has a lot to do with a self-defeating contrarian streak I harbor which means I'll often never watch stuff that everyone else has seen. particularly so when it comes to action movies and such.
the last few movies I watched that I can remember: chasing amy, the warriors, kiss of the spider woman, small town gay bar, the watchmen, frost/nixon.
stranger than fiction is my most favorite movie ever, which, unlike almost any other movie, I can watch repeatedly with no diminishing of my enjoyment.
not quite movies, but almost, and making me no longer ashamed to admit that I watch TV sometimes:
united states of tara and breaking bad. both just unbelievably good.

food: I suspect raw-fooders are right, I just reject such a joyless existence.
I learned how to appreciate fine dining from my friend who works in kitchens in NY and lived out here for a year; as such I do quite enjoy a splurge at coi, say. at the same time this whole thing with overpriced and overdone comfort food is wearing a little thin.
I am always happy with a solid pho place and the taquerias on 24th st. I will also cop to having kind of lame food memory, and the fact that I eat to live rather than the opposite. as an aside, my dog balances this out perfectly; you cannot imagine a more food-motivated being.
I'm getting back into the habit of preparing food. my staple is a chef salad with reasonably good cheese. I do pretty alright with risottos and am currently trying to reclaim brussels sprouts from my last relationship.

electronic music.
my friends, near and far.
nextbus.
frontal lobe.
comfortable shoes.
hot showers (ok, could do without, but these are pretty important).

eschatology.
and what a pompous ass I come off as throwing around words like that.

how incredibly unfair life is. and how lucky my draw was.

probably out dancing (as in house/breaks/techno), unless it's one of those rare nights where really no one good is spinning, in which case I might do mission bars, though amateur night is sometimes simply too much to deal with.

I cry like a bitch at sentimental movies. most recently watching WALL-E. seriously.

I online date because I'm too chickenshit to coldcall girls at a club/bar; I'm too afraid of being 'that guy'.

that finding 10 pictures to post on here was a relatively simple exercise should tell you how vain I am.

you're hot, smart, and the foregoing hasn't convinced you that I'm a total dick.

also, you should actually want to meet in real life at some point, preferably on a week night for drinks, after some amount of online banter. and accept that my failure to reply has to do with the fact that I'm not seeing a date in our future (yes I'm quick to judge but fuck it that's online dating), and think it's easier to get over being dissed online than having a shitty date.