I know plenty of words that I frequently clobber together like i just did in this sentence. I also like things that reference themselves because there are few things as marvelous as infinite loops as infinite loops.

sometimes i start putting words together after an especially exhausting day and it's what like doing am i make sense doesn't bed toilet.

After numerous iterations, I've come to realise that I have little to no faith in my ability to represent myself succinctly. Instead, I shall list the things I've learned about myself in recent years and some examples of how my friends perceive me, and hopefully we'll move on from there. Okay? Good.
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1) I used to be a unabashed idealist and a irrepressible romantic, but I've taught myself to temper that considerably with pragmatism. It took me a long time, but I think I understand the difference between emotional intimacy and dependence now. At the same time, I've stopped bemoaning the perceived failings of the world and learned to enjoy simple pleasures. Vibrant foliage on an otherwise grey day, the enthusiastic sprouting of mushrooms after rain, the satisfaction that comes from making good clean contact when hammering in a nail, watching another train as it races against the one i'm riding in.

2) Remember the big dreams you used to have about saving the world? I used to have those; I still do, but these dreams have been modified to realistically accommodate my skill-set and temperament. There will always remain a constant struggle between doing what I'm best at and doing what I think I ought to, but I believe I've found a nice balance.

3) I believe greatly in personal responsibility and living within means. I clean up after myself, and as much as possible, I try to eliminate unnecessary waste from my activities. In an ideal world, all my energy needs would be met through passive design, and my food would come from my garden and perhaps one or two deer I've hunted myself. I'm not opposed to eating meat, but I would like to avoid unnecessary cruelty if possible.

4) I take great joy in labourious and fastidious projects, regardless if it's construction, cooking a feast for 12, turning a wooden vase, working in the darkroom, or the birthing pains of an architectural design. However, most of the finished products are almost immediately relinquished or given away. I hoard materials because I enjoy the possibilities implied; but I'd rather not be bogged down by the clutter of finished items since their potential have been realized.

5) I have an awkward and absurd sense of humour, which I don't always feel comfortable displaying with people i'm not familiar with. This is one of many reasons why my closest friends perceive me very differently from acquaintances.

6) Also, pffffffftttttttt!!!
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here are some examples of what i think are good days (with a partner):

1) learning and failing horribly at a simple project, while laughing our asses off.
2) building something ambitious together, like a boat.
3) camping on the beach, on a mountain, or in the backyard.
4) day 2 of a week long road trip to marfa.
5) in bed all day with a massive playlist, shadow puppets, and few words exchanged.
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I am driven, by motors, and easy to install

proceeding with the grand plan, while revising and devising minor details along the way. and, like everyone else, trying to do it all gracefully by finding the perfect pose so the skin we wear doesn't get too tight and limiting at places, and much too loose at others - also, i'm attempting to parlay this penchant for awkward metaphors into a decent living.

i take from the rich and give to the poor through the crafty use of a holy trifecta of quotations, design and invoices.

all-you-can-eat buffets. :||||

realizing verbose, art-critique wankerish concept statements and descriptions of my own work.

contemplating the obvious.

learning new skills and recognizing patterns (even when they're non-existent). i enjoy projects that require total involvement, so i usually spend enough time learning and working on them that i become good at the skills involved. Consequently, i very quickly became proficient at dealing with various photochemistry, carving into wood, waiting around for things to happen, and convincing people that i have some acceptable level of social skills.

getting people to react out of consternation

recruiting and persuasion. i'm currently being headhunted by a few cults. no concrete offers as yet but i'm keeping my fingers crossed.

making situations instantaneously awkward.

clumsy flirting, and meta-referencing said clumsy flirting while clumsily flirting - i only do post-modern dating.

run-on sentences(read below).

i'm the guy who's either hovering between groups without actually touching down, or the guy sitting in a room off to the side at a dance party attempting to establish a circle of people who would also rather just sit down and talk. or have an impromptu jam session.

how upright i look riding by on my bicycle.

to be perfectly honest, i'd like to imagine that people wonder why i'm there but not acknowledging them. but they're more likely to be noticing that i'm part unicorn and bleeding rainbows.

silly 2 second dances. i could have worse nervous tics.

people who have known me for awhile usually know when laundry day is approaching for me - it's when i start wearing the nice clothes that are normally put away.

i'm 6' 2" in heels. :/

I find it limiting to think in terms of favourites or "best" things - everything should be somehow contextualized, no?

Here is some music i enjoy at different times
chills , pragmatism , unbridled joy, comfort in confusion , moments of awkward tenderness, impassioned pleading , mimicry , rock out

i'm resigned to having children with the first woman who expresses to me her genuine love for Lambchop and Kurt Wagner. I have no choice in this matter; 'tis the trajectory of my life that has been determined by the momentum of my past and present.

i read quite religiously, often tackling several books at the same time. my reading patterns are unlikely to be considered leisurely by most people, but i do enjoy all of it. well, most of it. my reading in recent times have been largely driven by attempts to gather knowledge to inform my art. current reads: "Triumph of the City", "Whole Earth Discipline: An Ecopragmatist Manifesto", "Crash", "The Predator State", protein content on nutritional labels.

filmmaking seems to be such an involved process that i can't help but find things to like about each one of them. i'm generally a fan of low-budget cerebral science-fiction films, french new wave cinema and auteur-style films(lynch, wong kar-wai, w.anderson). mostly movies that posit a world and people slightly different from what we're used to. however most of what i watch are part of documentary series such as bbc horizon and nova.

i grew up in a veritable food-lover's paradise, and have been massively spoiled. few things about food really get me enthusiastic like it does to most people(loljaded). i'm more likely to be excited about making a meal than i am about having a nice one. recently i've been investigating the possibility of getting all my protein needs from things i can grow (mushrooms, legumes, etc). it's a pity tofu doesn't grow on shrubs(or trees).

music that makes me wanna pump my fists and scream along to and music that makes me wanna sit in the dark

white t-shirts.

waking myself through laughter.

being alone with my thoughts, or even without them.

information.

healthy hands

besides the basics, this is pretty much it. my needs are rather uncomplicated.

The mushroom aisle at Berkeley Bowl West. and the bulk foods area, and the keffir, and peppers section, and the different coloured chard and carrots and tomatoes. and my seeds and the nursery and a thousand other little things that have since withered away from my grasp.

If time exists merely as a consequence of consciousness, or if it is a fundamental constituent of our physical framework. I need to justify always being slightly late for things.

THINGS TO BUILD, SKILLS TO LEARN!

micropower and responsible living.

how utterly unnecessary most packaging is, and how carelessly i allow myself to be influenced by it anyway.

joie de vivre, je ne sais quoi, bête noire, cri de cœur, femme fatale, folie à deux, mot juste, sang-froid, savoir-faire, soi-disant, tableau vivant, and all other manners of things that the french language describes better.

scheduling my life so that in 5-6 years i have an architecture license, a MFA/double masters in city-planning and landscape architecture, several soccer coaching licenses, some friends and no debt.

buying an empty urban lot and building a zero energy house that is mostly kitchen and workshop out of mostly recycled materials. giant garden included.

how the agriculturally-based civilization which lead to the industro-agricultural complex is destroying our bodies, our environment, and our chances of a sustainable future.

the way people behave when they are placed in situations where they can no longer count on the conditioned responses they have taught themselves.

paralysed by the paradox of choice.

Often, i think of cute things to say but have no idea where to go with them. For instance, 2 minutes before i wrote this sentence i thought of saying/typing "i lost a rib" and then couldn't decide if it was better that i followed it up with some indication that i'm building a boat and that i meant rib as in the structure of the hull and i should probably go make another rib to replace the one i lost, or if i should use it as some kind of passing biblical reference and ask women on okcupid if they are it/if they can help me find it. i need to get out of bed.

i have no idea what to do with my arms/hands/limbs when somebody tries to take a picture of me. so i usually just flail my arms in a panic and flee the scene.

most of my thinking is done through my okc journal rather than in my head. writing for me is more about exploration rather than delineation; coalescing thoughts rather than communicating them.

i like having this profile because it's like having an online shrine to narcissism that allows me to get away with a degree of self-absorption that would normally be frowned upon. it's fucking fantastic.

the wildly asymmetrical flexibility of my left and right shoulders bother me sometimes. this is what i get for a misspent youth of being an unenthusiastic stretcher and a javelin thrower.

peeing while on shrooms is one of the most sensually intense yet complicated procedures i've ever experienced.

i get nervous and awkward around women i'm attracted to. this is something i'm trying to overcome. for some reason, overt expressions of sexuality makes me uncomfortable as well.

the thought of dating terrifies me a little. i neither want nor expect anybody to expend more effort than they would normally, just to spend time with me. it fosters an illusion of romance that i feel creates unnecessary pressure and impedes our ability to actually discover who somebody is. THAT, and because of my crippling social anxiety. i disguise it well with apathy.

partial record of my life
my life is eminently graphable.

you're my irene adler.

you do not expect a particular endgame, and you're willing to just start talking and let the chips fall where they may(refer to preceding section of the profile).

i occasionally tire of being just a little too sure about my beliefs and too steadfast about my convictions. i should appreciate that you write me if you believe that you might reverberate the very ground i stand upon in many minute ways, or even rock it to its core.

you have talent, a fecund imagination, and the drive to wield your gifts in productive ways.

you think there's a good chance i might be more deserving of your attention than your current friends or past beaus. also, if you enjoy slobbering gratitude.

you possess an effortless blend of intelligence and levity; and won't allow your intellect to hamper your sense of humour or to blunt your wit.

your good looks are a matter of fact, rather than a source of pride, the seed of your distrust in men, the foundation of your self-esteem, and/or a possible cause of past and/or future trauma.

your eloquence befits your attempts at plumbing the depths of your thoughts, and exploring the breadth of your emotional range.

you can picture yourself occasionally ignoring everyone else with me.

you have the knack of making what others usually find challenging, seem effortless.

you are not averse to trying, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

you are contemplating a new non-karaoke-related hobby and would like some company.

oh yes, and tits. big ones and a nice apple- bottom.