I am here, there, and everywhere.
My Self-Summary
i was going to write the classic, succinct line that would handily
reference my username and suss out those who don't get it. ahem,
"I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel." then i realized this is also a song
by the Get Up Kids, which, well, blargh. so, nevermind. moving on
...
What I’m doing with my life
The bigger question is, what am I not doing?
I’m really good at
pop culture, hosting parties, interacting with old people and
children, traveling, being by myself, gift-giving, cooking goat for
40+ people, to-do lists, adapting. i've also noticed an
overwhelming number of people on here claim to be good at Scrabble.
i feel like maybe this is code for saying, Hey I'm smart AND fun
AND playful. so, yeah, me too.
The first things people usually notice about me
Decide for yourself.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
Confederacy of Dunces, Kafka on the Shore, Breakfast at Tiffany's
(so much darker and edgier than the movie, I promise), Kavalier
& Clay, If on a Winter's Night a Traveler -- so mostly
contemporary fiction stuff in other words.
Man on Wire, Desperately Seeking Susan, Eternal Sunshine, The
Apartment, No Country for Old Men, The Graduate, The Elephant Man,
Pee Wee's Big Adventure (of course)
Beach Boys, Bon Iver, Daniel Johnston, Destroyer, Devotchka,
Donovan, Dr. Dre, Dylan, Guided by Voices, Hall & Oates, Holy
Fuck, Jay-Z, Jonathan Richman, Kinks, Loretta Lynn, Microphones,
Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson, Modest Mouse (old), My Morning
Jacket, New Order, Otis Redding, Pixies, Raphael Saadiq, Rolling
Stones, Sigur Ros, Stone Roses, T. Rex, Woods, Wu-Tang. Blah, blah,
blah, zzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
The six things I could never do without
-- my roof "deck," since it effectively doubles the size of my
apt
-- down time
-- bubble baths
-- fotos/mementos/random ephemera that remind me of a certain time
or place
-- a movie theater within walking distance
-- a hand-knitted scarf (made with love, of course!)
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Today and tomorrow, but yesterday can go fuck itself.
Also, i wonder why it always seems i get trapped behind slow
walkers and people who can't keep their gait going in a straight
line. I move to the left to try and pass, they ever-so-slowly veer
to the left. I make a quick dash for the right, and so on and so
forth. It's a real head-scratcher.
On a typical Friday night I am
doing what I might be doing if it were a Wednesday or a Sunday,
say. It doesn't matter what day it is, if there's something that
catches my eye -- a new restaurant, a show, a reading -- I go.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit here
I'm a total cheeseball around the holidays.
You should message me if
you get what I'm sayin'.