Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Update: On hiatus: I'm too busy to deal with the slings and arrows
of the online dating thing right now. But I love reading profiles.
It's like rooting through someone's lingerie drawer with their
tacit consent - and absence. (changing location to meet people for
upcoming travel. i live in Toronto.)
The one-line description: Gregarious misanthrope with a hippie
rising. If that makes sense to you, we will probably get on just
I live in the Republic of Parkdale. I ride my bike or walk
everywhere. Even in winter. When I stray outside of the west end,
it usually involves a plane. I'm that breed of jerk. (This year
thus far, NYC/HFX/MTL/Vegas/Aspen/England/India/Nepal/ Reno, Black
Rock City, Penn. Ohio. Coming up: Palestine:Israel with brief stops
in Paris and Rome.)
Within the more domestic realms, I suspect that there are dragons
north of Bloor/west of Roncey/east of Spadinaish.
Many, many dragons.
Suspicious of the whole dating thing - circling it warily like a
bare knuckle fighter in an ad hoc ring. Looking for a relationship
and while (respectful) casual is always possible. I'm wary of
accidentally falling into the wrong thing. (Sometimes you have a
"casual" thing and three years later you're staring at each other
trying to figure out how the hell you ended up in that moment,
locking gazes, filled with regret.) See, red flags don't matter
when you're casually banging; you disregard them because you think,
"Hey, I'm turning off the road soon anyway, it's not a
But then you fall in love with the road and you've got a
(I was wondering how far i could get with that metaphor without it
becoming laboured. Too late. If I had gone one inch farther,
there'd be folks in orange reflective vests, asphalt trucks, and
many cars idling in stifling heat.)
NB: to see who has actually read the profile - just throw the word
"shibboleth" - in the message. And let's say, um, an 85+ percent
match to chat.
That's no guarantee for compatibility/interest but it's a pretty
good conversational bedrock . It ALWAYS goes poorly when i head
south of that number.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Selling my soul in a buyer's market.
Deleting messages from young guys. Hey, kids, get off my lawn. No,
that's not a euphemism. Or it is? Whatever. Get off of that,
Also? I know yr mum. Run along.
TV producer/director/writer and occasional do-gooder. Trying to
flip that around. I try to do no harm. I need to do better. I have
done work with third sector groups (e.g.MSF ) in the past and am
currently a part-time labour organizer /researcher- which is a lot
like this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pk7yqlTMvp8
Was doing a doctorate in what turned out to be Basket Weaving for
your Marxist Vagina, so now I'm a drop-out. I dropped out of high
school so I guess I haven't changed much. That said, there were no
Marxist vaginas in my high school. Or basket weaving. Not that I am
aware of anyway. I dropped out of that school though, so what do I
know? Maybe they were there, smoking by the shop class door.
PS: Despite what some people have thought of this last graph, this
is not an indictment of the left. Nope. I'm a bike-riding pinko, to
use a phrase from our former mayor/nemesis/municipal clown. (My
vagina is plenty Marxist but no - not every worker gets a share.
But if that joke occurred to you, well, the odds are in your
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Finding myself in unusual and sometimes unpleasant situations that
transmogrify into great stories, spending as little time shopping
as possible, injuring myself, missing my group meditation sits and
yoga classes, making people laugh and being inconsistent in my use
of the Oxford comma.
(I'm also great at forgetting to close parenthesis.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Stuff to read
Ayahuasca - or at least, the lessons it gives.
Some demanding physical activity.
Those (fleeting) moments of connection that make the scale of the
universe seem manageable.
(i wasn't conflating these last two but you know. It happens
The *idea*of grace, if not the state.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
The perils of capitalism. My affection for untoward words that have
power*. Dashing "erratic Marxist," economist and former Greek
finance minster Yanis Varoufakis and how he's apparently married to
an artist who was the inspiration for Pulp's Common People.
Metcons. Mobility. The location of my keys. Why I did that stupid
thing. You know, stuff.
*See Tucker's Law.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
When I chose to update this (in Vegas) I had just finished
interviewing a soldier with PTSD who likely killed his roommate but
denied it, I held his sister in the hall as she flipped out and
wept. Later, i ate string cheese while I worked on questions for
the next day, and then I went out to stare at the glassy-eyed
gamblers in the tattered 70s casino Circus Circus and wondered who
among us had the greatest darkness in our souls.
Jks. I was at a bar, doing keg stands.
Which do you think sounds more plausible?
You should message me if
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*If you're a mensch. Bookish. Left of centre, politically. Engaged
in the world around you rather than evaluating it from a cool
distance. A wide-smiling, wet-eyed, pessimistic optimist who likes
making coffee while still half asleep (as i don't.)
If you love this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSyIhapMdI8
You know that ghosting is both uncivilized and unnecessary. And you
won't show up at 2 AM freaking out if i didn't respond to your
emails in the time window you thought was appropriate. Could I just
have something in the middle?
*BONUS ROUND: You are tall/athleticish. I tend to not be attracted
to anyone who looks like they could be related to me by blood. Fair
folk are lovely but I don't tend to fall for them. Tallish, dark
and fetching. Not very original, I fear. This is the nonsense part
of this, the gross consumerist part. The shopping. In truth, if i
meet people in real life, my "type," is actually very elastic - it
often takes the shape of the person I find really engaging. But in
the absence of real world interactions, this crude stuff of meat
and bone is more in play than usual. (How's that for a rationalized
BTW, if you dig Ayn Rand - we're done here. Seriously. I do love
that she lived off the state in her dotage, however. That kills me.
And I am adding Dbag Chopra to the list also.
The light in me, etc.
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