I like to keep moving, whether across the city or across the country: meeting people and making friends, working on projects.

I'm all about language and wordplay. I like creative people (but have no patience for pretense), people who can take a joke and throw it back and who don't let dust grow on their shoes.

I'm weird. I blend into society sometimes but then I'll say something and all of a sudden folks are looking askance. So I tend to mix well with fellow weirdos, though I'm friends with most types.

I'm independent and always have been. That said, I'm very social and tend to prefer the company of others to alone time.

As far as stuff goes, I don't care much for fancy. I like functional. I like having a roof, a bed, food and a bike---but I try not to spend too much money because that's just more time I gotta work in the future. I ain't got time for diamonds.

I alternate between traveling and staying in one place. I'm from Chicago and I always gravitate back here; I'm hunkering down from now through at least February of '13.

My job? Sometimes I drive trucks and buses across the country. Or I work in a woodworking studio where I'm always learning something new. They're both flexible, which is perfect.

Languages. I learned Hebrew as a kid (conversational but not fluent), Spanish in high school and life school (pretty good at it), un peu de French, and the smallest amount of ASL. Currently listening to German tapes.

Cooking. I often like to start with a recipe but I'm comfortable fooling around with food. I love food, cooking, and eating.

Writing, though I rarely do it.

Meeting strangers. I think that's why I learn languages--if I can't understand you, I can't meet you.

Learning.

Decent at working on bikes, I'm learning to work with wood (hey, get your mind out of the gutter), and I know I must be good at least a couple other things.

My beard. Strangers will question me about cultivation time and share their personal experiences: "I used to have one down to here!" "I'm tryin', but this is three weeks." "I can only grown one here--" (gesturing) "and here." This is when I try to squeeze past them to reach the hand dryer.

I'm humor- and pun-prone, with a 60-something percent success rate. I love to verbally spar with people.

I've read a lot of books in my day, I promise, but I can only think of the ones from the past couple weeks. I often struggle to pick them up but once I get in the groove it's hard to pull me away.

I just finished Middlesex in a couple days because I couldn't set it down. And then, finally, finished Master and Margarita, which was a lot of fun but had a hundred pages of epilogue before the chapter called "Epilogue." Currently reading King Leopold's Ghost, a pretty disturbing book about genocide in the Congo. Lots of shit I never knew and that we're never taught about.

I tend to read friends' recommendations and prefer novels, but I'll read anything that's well-written and engaging. I'm smart but have little patience for picking through dense or pretentious prose.

I've never owned a TV and hate living in a house with one. That doesn't mean I'm immune to electronic addiction--I'll watch things and use the computer, but I'm trying to cut back.

Food is great and I'm not picky. I was vegetarian for 14 years and vegan for 5 of 'em, but now I'm a very occasional meat eater. I love cooking and eating and try to do the maximum of each.

I love Indian, Thai, Ethiopian, Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese, Mexican food---you name it, I love it, and would prefer to cook it at home over eating out, though I eat out often enough.

Pen

Notebook. I am lost without the ability to write down my thoughts. Other people must have notebooks in their head or be severely dysfunctional. And I like paper for writing, not keys or touchpads.

Bicycle. I've never been more depressed than when I'd convinced myself my knee was too bad to ride. I like independence and the bicycle is key. Though I drive for a living I've never owned a car. (I have a motorcycle license and toy with the idea.)

Leatherman. I'll tackle things I never would otherwise if I have some sort of tool in my pocket. Pliers and a knife can solve so much. The hardest part of any project is starting and this is a start.

Close friends and family whom I can confide in and use to figure shit out.

The sun. Oh, I can do the winter. Here I am, after all -- I could choose to go somewhere else. But I'm much happier and more motivated when there's light to draw me outside.

Traveling. The grass is always greener...or I'll have a dream about a train...or I'll just get antsy. Since I've been of biking age I've been wandering off, and since I dropped out of college I've spent at least half of each year on the road.

Making the most of my time. I'm always questioning my present activities: Am I learning? Helping? Bored? Getting enough out of my days? What projects can I start?

What's next. That's always a mystery and usually comes together at the last minute. And I'm usually happy with the outcome. I have few plans and few regrets.

I don't know if there is a typical Friday, I've had so little routine lately. I'm not a bar-hopper but I do like to get a beer or two. I'm happiest biking around, joking with friends in whichever city I'm in, being creative in some way. Maybe we're cooking a meal together. Maybe I'm driving on a random interstate and looking for a place to pull over and sleep. Or maybe nothing is going on and I'm at home reading or listening to language tapes, or wasting time on the computer. A Friday night, in short, isn't too different from another night.

You're easygoing, like to joke around, enjoy adventures of any scale, want to teach me a language or anything else, or think I might be interested in meeting you.

Sexually I tend toward female-bodied people but I'm tentatively open to others.

Friendually I care even less what the fuck you are: M, W, TS, L, B, G, Q ABC. I like to meet most types as long as long as you're non an intolerant asshole.

I don't have time for racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia--basically, if you're scared of a group of human beings I'm interested to know why but not interested in you.