Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
A recalcitrant, reluctant repatriate who's really robsessed rwith
here are some examples of what i think are good days (with a
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, texas
5) in bed all day with a massive playlist, shadow puppets, and few
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
i'm the foremost Dothraki science
but more importantly, i'm seeking the irreverent moments in a
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
contemplating the obvious, romanticising rebellion and shunning
complicity, sisyphean efforts, editting, editing, analysis and
synthesis, navigating charybdis and scylla, and listing vague
being continually two words away from social faux pas that i can't
clumsy flirting, and meta-referencing said clumsy flirting while
clumsily flirting - i only do post-modern dating.
The first things people usually notice about me
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that i am in fact,
E) All of the above
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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how about something i wrote in a panic instead?
7th May 2013
I woke with a start and found my hand frantically searching for my
phone. It, like every other part of me was hoping against hope that
the two calls received had indeed happened; that with two trembling
clicks I would hear her.
You see, Reader - I had fallen in love last night.
I knew her first as a whisper - a soft background lilt introduced
by her uncle. She danced between her uncle's syllables as he made
arrangements for us to meet. A girl from Kerala, long absconded but
unabatedly of Kerala. We were soon laying face up beside each other
on carpet. The events leading up to this have since been
relinquished to the fog of the first waking moments, but still I
felt the cool silk of her skin as her arm slid across to cradle my
face and pulled me in for a nervous kiss.
She was dark limbs and lithe neck sheathed in white. I watched as
she glided through the hallways of the colonial hospital. This
careful daughter of a careless man told me about growing up
orphaned in Kerala; about her gratitude towards the uncle who took
her in as his own. Her thick braid punctuated her sentences while
her slender hands framed her words; each childhood story
embellished with a swish of her chiffon skirt, each regret causing
the arcs of her delicate body to yield. She spoke dearly of her
ex-stepson Jhoni, and described her first sensation of loss.
I followed her into the dark emerald forest. She was now the pause
between words; her bare feet filled the spaces her voice was
And then I woke.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
music that makes me wanna pump my fists and scream along
and music that makes me wanna sit in the dark
waking myself through laughter.
being alone with my thoughts, or even without them.
besides the basics, this is pretty much it. my needs are rather
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
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
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.
buying an empty urban lot and building a zero energy house that is
mostly kitchen and workshop out of mostly recycled materials. giant
starting an italian restaurant called 'Golden Palace' or an indian
one called 'Giorgio's', replete with curly-tailed G's.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Laying spread-eagle on the floor listening to Ravi Shankar and
figuring out how to project myself into the world like George
i'm quite sure that Step #1 is 'lay spread-eagle on the floor'.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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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
partial record of my life
my life is eminently graphable.
You should message me if
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you're my irene adler, or you're actually danielle haim
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 would 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
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
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
you have the knack of making what others usually find challenging,
you are not averse to trying, even in the face of overwhelming
you agree that The Pretenders' "I'll Stand By You" rightfully
belongs in the pantheon of greatest songs ever written
you're an indelible instance of the ineffable.
you are contemplating a new non-karaoke-related hobby and would
like some company.
you wanna just say fuck it and sit with me and stare at each other
until one of us cries, laughs, or we start making out because
anything is better than awkwardness
oh yes, and tits. big ones and a nice apple- bottom.
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