I hate online dating and sweeping generalizations.

A recent college graduate, she will dash off not misplaced but at the very least irrelevant modifiers whilst referring to herself in the third person and, scorning "utilize," nevertheless make use of the word "whilst."

These demanded internet descriptions tend to make me all nippity.

Existential Query: Does a person's intentional effort to become the kind of person they would like to be guarantee or obstruct their success at doing so? Like, if you have to try really hard to be a good person, are you automatically a good person for trying, or (forever and hopelessly) a bad person because you have to try so hard to be good? In summary, should Harry have really gone to Slytherin?

INFJ, if you enjoy that type of thing. According to science, Obama's personality is supposed to be my ideal, so, also, according to science, I'm more or less Michelle Obama, in the way that like, Jesus is a cracker. Please note.

Short answer: I'm delaying the grad school bit, and taking a year or three to first get my foot in my respective adult artistic career doors.

Long answer: I'm moving back to the east coast (for the time being) after having gone to school in California/doing other stuff in other parts of the country. I'm a classical composer earning my partial way on freelance commissions, but I'm also trying to kickstart a long-desired-but-didnt-have-the-time-to-juggle-both career in journalism, poetry, and creative writing in general.

I like words and all things related to them.

In addition to that, I like to indulge in long bouts of vagabondery. I can justify any ostensible aimlessness in myself as a *change to 1940s war-time font and announcer voice* COURAGEOUS HUNT FOR THE HUMAN SPIRIT IN ALL THINGS MUNDANE AND FANTASTIC, NEVER FEARING TO SHIRK SOCIEokay it's too much now.

There are no wasted moments!

snarking amicably.

I have a really crazy, super colorful car. Sometimes it makes me cringe, because I feel like it pigeon-holes me into a stereotype. Sometimes I feel like it's teaching me a lesson: do not care if others are pigeon-holing you. Most of the time I just like it because it's pretty and it makes people really happy.

I'm going to do a selection of three for each:

Books: The Brothers Karamazov, East of Eden, and Infinite Jest.... and Man's Search for Meaning
Movies: The Saddest Music in the World, The Man Who Wasn't There, and Labyrinth (The pants!!!)
Shows: Parks and Recreation, 30 Rock, and Dexter
Music: Prokofiev, Arcade Fire, and Tom Waits
Food: Sushi, fine cheeses with fruit, and I'm a big fan of eggplants, wouldn't you know it. And pickles. Sometimes there's nothing quite so satisfying as a good old pickle.

Actually, not to sound like everybody else (she said, sounding like everybody else), but did you know Baltimore has a plethora of fantastic restaurants? I really enjoy the occasional splurge on fun/interesting/unusual/highlyregarded dining experiences. "Online dating" sounds so much more appealing when I rephrase it as "opportunities to get to know people by conversing at length while systematically checking out funky eats. Maybe I'll even blog about it later. But probably not." If that also appeals to you, hit it up.

Friends and family, yeah, and materialistically:

1. My car (even though I do do without it for stretches of time). I absolutely love driving. Love, love, love, love driving.
2. A really inconvenient and heavy and awkward store of books, because fuck Kindles. Also, don't loan me a book, because I won't return it to you. I will more than likely not loan you my books either, because I'm anal about that; but if you recommend a book to me, I'll buy it like asap.
3. A road atlas in Number (1) because it is both a security and a temptation.
4. Writing utensils and the time to put them to use.

Those are the essential material things I can think of, so, additionally:

5. A sense of freedom and flexibility.
6. Puppies everywhere!

Selfish things and unselfish things. Trivial things and nontrivial things.

doing something that I am probably doing at any other given moment of any other given day of the week, which is usually one of these:

- composing
- dicking around on the internet pretending like I'm going to look up something useful soon
- reading
- writing
- hanging the fuck out, either at home or intentionally going to a new part of town
- driving, driving, driving to somewhere I haven't been before
- going to some kind of social volunteer function celebration thing, because, communities, yeah!

Privacy is a construct.

Dave Eggers quote:

"After all that, what, in the end, have I given you? It seems like you know something, but you still know nothing. I tell you and it evaporates. I don’t care -- how could I care? . . . You are a panhandler, begging for anything, and I am the man walking briskly by, tossing a quarter or so into your paper cup. I can afford to give you this. This does not break me. I give you virtually everything I have. I give you all of the best things I have, and while these things are things that I like, memories that I treasure, good or bad, like the pictures of my family on my walls I can show them to you without diminishing them. I can afford to give you everything."

you are not fuhreaking crazy.

Serious disclaimer: I really don't like the online dating thing, but I just moved to a new city, so what the hell. You should message me if (1) you're responding to the content of my profile; (2) this silly mantra makes sense to you: "Love the real, not the ideal!"; (3) you enjoy small, emotionally unstable dogs.