Oh good god damn. Let's see.

Spent the past decade working at a journalism degree, minus half that time wandering around. So only a few years on school, i suppose, all things considered. Spent most of my time with musicians, artists, hobos and writers. I fit into all but the first category. Just moved up here, to Albany, due to a combination of poor decisionmaking, school, atrocity and family. Can't say as I know anyone up here, nobody at all; the feeling is unfamiliar and largely interesting, inasmuch as I have scores of things to do alone that I'm way behind on, but once you get used to being around a buncha people all the time--like 'em or not--you hear the crickets chirp real loud some nights.

Only child, for what it's worth. I hear weird things about us from the besiblinged out there among you.

Trying to start 'er up again, kind of anew. College completion looms over the horizon, though Oregon residency requirements have me put off for a quick minute. I've worked at a million restaurants, which is how I've become so certain that I need to finish up the journalism thing. Got some family up here I'm helping out with some things, which is unfamiliar as well, but these matrons up here are good ladies.

Learning things. Is it still a skill or a talent when you can't help it? Most of my 'good-ats' are more the observable byproduct of obsession, compulsion, instinct or what-have-you.

I take decent photos, I write pretty well, primarily nonfiction types of things, and I can cook like muggafugga. I can drink pretty well too, but that has its specific place in my, uh, my idiom.

I can name damn near ANY tune.

I tower over them. Seriously, i'm like six feet and some five inches.

Otherwise, I'd go with my eyes. Once referred to as "rubbermaid blue."

...though in all likelihood, it's the unreasonable shouting and fidgeting, maybe the drinking.

books, huh? jesus. read me a lot of hunter thompson, edward abbey, william burroughs, H.L. Mencken, Kurt Vonnegut, Greil Marcus, Michael Pollan, Jack Womack. Currently reading some Woody Guthrie, Philip K. Dick, David Foster Wallace, and all kindsa comix. Yes, with an X. Seriously, I read like... five, six books at the time. The one I work on at any given time can often have more to do with the 'voice' the author presents than the plot i'm following, depending on my mood.

Movies? I just watched "lonely are the brave," it was pretty good. "Amadeus" is a classic favorite. Anything with zombies will do, especially if it's foreign. Actually, my favorite foreign types of movies are the ostensibly American--spaghetti westerns, italian zombies. Found my way into a couple Santo movies, you know--the classic crimefighting Luchador of Mexican popular myth. Hilarious. I watch scores of documentaries, I'll learn about anything.

I like a lot of, uh... well let's just say that, like most matters of taste, I could ramble on a bit before I've gotten anywhere to my liking. I'm still unsure if having interests all over the place means I have good taste, or none whatsoever.

Music? Right this second I'm listening to Kurt Vile. Recently I think I listened to, uh, Sic Alps, Hospitals, Melvins, Hank Williams (Senior), Ariel Pink, Nick Cave, Pink Reason, Grinderman, Dead Weather, Chrome, Tyvek, Neil Young, King Khan and BBQ Show, Danzig, the Spits, the Skaters, the Flying Luttenbachers, Alan Lomax, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Emperor, Big Black, Jethro Tull, Skinny Puppy, David Allen Coe, the Mayyors, Ganglians, Beach Boys, ... It's more that there are certain traits I like in a record than it is anything about a genre.

I like food. Seriously. Cooking, eating, evaluating. I'll watch Anthony Bourdain all damn day. No flavor is off limits.

A constant flow of information to get bogged down by, some kind of internet access now and again at least, a drink here and there, pants that don't tear to shreds when i fall off my bike, a backpack full of books, an array of different pens in my pocket.

Whatta ya got? I'll consider the FUCK out of it.

likely to be doing damn near anything. It's all fair game, depends more on what strikes my fancy or seems appropriate to the scenario. Lately, it's been wandering about after a couple drinks. Making inadvisable, late night phone calls.

Could use more frequent reminders that I could use a haircut. I sweat kinda weird, I think.

it's possible, likely, interesting, you accidentally click the button, there's a gun to your head, the pay is right, you lose a bet, win a contest or accept a dare, you've had a few too many (I come across as quite charming, then), you've carefully gone over the ramifications of that kind of decision. All that notwithstanding, you might still consider it.