I find that I'm amongst a large number of recent immigrants to Melbourne from Brisbane. So far, I like Melbourne a lot.

My favourite places to be include large and cloistered bookstores, museums and art galleries, rain forests, cobbled streets, anywhere with diverse and interesting architecture, big kitchens with lots of bench space, raucous (yet friendly) pubs.

I'd like to meet some friendly Melburnians.

Working in social and market research. Discovering Melbourne. Reading poetry and philosophy. Doing a little writing now and again. Appreciating Victorian wines. Catching trams. Training young people. Watching T.V. series.

Making omelettes. Like, freaking amazing omelettes.

I'd like to think that what was noticed is my ability to connect with people by extending genuine understanding through openness and acceptance. But, it's probably my nose.

Russian novelists. German, French, and Slovene philosophers. American Poets.

I like films by Woody Allen, David Cronenburg, Jim Jarmusch, Lars Von Trier, The Cohen Bros. I also like ridiculously stupid comedies.

Of course, HBO and AMC TV series like OZ, Carnivale, Breaking Bad, SOA, Damages, Game of Thrones, Boston Legal. I like my TV trashy.

I was raised on classical, I dance to funk and soul, I play latin guitar, and I listen to basically everything.

The perfect Laksa. My omelettes.

Regular trips out of the city into places where there are more trees that buildings.

Random encounters with inspirational people.

Unobstructed, continual, unlimited internet access.

Solitude for at least 1 hour a day.

Good friends.

Eggs, Bowl, Fork.

Ducks.

Seeing good live music with friends, eating delicious dinners around a big wooden table, sampling all those extraordinary craft beers that don't seem to make it to Brisbane, at hidden Japanese bars, learning Russian, seeing intelligent live comedy (emphasis on "intelligent"), cooking omelettes.

I find flannelette pyjamas very, very sexy.

You're friendly.