I'm quite cerebral (sometimes painfully so) and viscerally emotive. I get lost trying to describe the distinctive ineffable atmosphere of a place, or listening to people narrate their histories and lives. I kind of like it that way. (When I read this I say to myself, "Jeez, lighten up.")

I also love bicycles, and riding them. I want a folding bike like David Byrne rides!

Working on entering the field of mental health care. I spend part of my week in the area of downtown known as Skid Row. True story. I suppose a theme of my life is the attempt to heal myself and the world (probably an ongoing task, heh). I also scrawl compulsively in my comfort notebook and sing like no one's listening when I can pretend that no one's listening.

listening, imagining, remembering song lyrics, singing, mood swings

I'm a good proofreader but a horrible editor because it's hard to bore me.

I try not to think about this.

The Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler; anything by Ray Bradbury; Philip K. Dick (consummate sci-fi mystic!); stuff by Derrick Jensen, especially A Language Older than Words; feminist and queer theory; Madness and Civilization by Foucault; The Embodied Mind by Varela, Thompson, and Rosch; Watchmen, and basically anything that Alan Moore wrote (also especially love Swamp Thing), and comix in general, though I haven't read too too many of them. Been reading a lot about psychology / psychiatry / mental health and illness lately.

American Beauty; Waking Life; Synecdoche, New York; those by Miyazaki; The Brave Little Toaster. Movies get inside my head, so I end up not watching them very often.

Bright Eyes, Elliott Smith, Sufjan Stevens, Pixies, Cocteau Twins, Cat Power, Kate Bush, They Might Be Giants, The Books, M83, Simon and Garfunkel, The Smiths, Sun Kil Moon and Red House Painters, The National, Sigur Ros, Six Organs of Admittance, Buffy Sainte-Marie, "Electro-Shock Blues" by the Eels. Young @ Heart Chorus. Sacred Harp music.

Bike, notebook, tea, my personal library, the public library. My M.O. tends more toward seeing what I can do without.

Stories, plastic and styrofoam and whether there are better things we could create for the long run, whether you "just are" a ______ or become one (fill in the blank. example: "writer"), the existential sand trap of thinking about doing things more than doing them, the transformative power of radical compassion, how things are always more complicated than they seem, what the hell it all means, and other assorted mysteries.

I have no idea. (Who wants to have a typical Friday night?)

I recently watched "Wife Swap" and was moved to tears.

You are interested in engaging in textual relations, you want to take me salsa dancing, you want to have some carfree urban adventure, if you want to write or help publish or talk about (a) zine(s), etc. Or generally if the spirit moves you.