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tirapiedras

37 M Vienna, Austria

My Details

Last Online
Online now!
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Hispanic / Latin
Height
5′ 10″ (1.77m)
Body Type
Average
Diet
Strictly other
Smokes
No
Drinks
Not at all
Drugs
Never
Religion
Catholicism
Sign
Aquarius
Education
Graduated from masters program
Job
Education
Income
Relationship Status
Open relationship
Relationship Type
Monogamous
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, but wants them
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), Spanish (Fluently), Esperanto (Okay), French (Poorly), Arabic (Poorly)

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My self-summary
Abstract: This is not your 97-words-in-average OkCupid profile devoted to the prospect of online-dating. No.
Keywords: Concealment, Smokescreen, Deae abscondita, Daniel otiosus, Picaresque, 1977 Punk, Trickster, Outlandish statements, Nostalgia for the Lumpen.
Submitted date: Between July 2012-March 2014.
Accepted date: As if!

Preamble/Foreplay
Good morning, campers!

Oh, dear, my child, do you need a break from your compulsions to repeat the things you have done in the past? Don't ask me that. Do you need to give a sense of stability to your life in order to feel secure? Exclude that too.

You know, the cliché things people always write in their bios? Well, I'm not at all like that, but why should I question your expectatives? Enjoy your symptom!

C'mon... Let's see. I'm so stereotypically open-minded that the winds took all remains of my brains out... I claim I love to laugh with the crowd and the laughing audience track as a lemming jumping into the cliff. Why not? Indeed, I also enjoy those frigging long hours on airports to travel to shitty places and pay for overexpensive crappy mudhuts with no towels! I love long walks on the beach, getting my feet dirty with sand and then carrying it along into the house and into my shoes and then get skinboils in my ankles because of the friction... Yes, I do. Furthermore, I like candlelit dinners that posit a fire hazard and make you develop poor eyesight....

What are you doing here? Are you up to a challenge? I pose none. I am mostly harmless. If it doesn't work out, I'll give you the "it's not you, it's me" line out of clumsy courtesy, but the truth... it's all your fault, you know? Let's face it, take some responsibility!

I am no different to the fatherly figures you seek or flee, or to the bad boys you are always allured to, or to the good guys whose hearts you always break. I am just like your first, second, and last boyfriend and anyone that will cross your path. I'm a bastard just like your most recent ex; I am a lost opportunity of bliss like your high school sweetheart who you didn't mind cheating on you with your best friend, you know, because you had a lesbian crush on her, so I fulfilled your fantasy by proxy; I am a rough lover like the one who took your virginity; I confuse you as much as that other guy who wasn't interested at all in you and probably stole your makeup; I am a gentle lover like that nerd you met in the library to get closer to his jock friend; I am that son of a gun who gave you chlamydia, I am your sole soulmate like that guy you let slip away and is the one you hope to return someday. And I promise a lot just like the next. Then you will blow it and I'll be happy to explode. I'm an Egyptian Mummy's Curse.

I'm a friggin' anthropologist, former chemist, social theory researcher, biology/psychology/philosophy teacher and history student back home.

I'm an expatriate now, who finds his paid workplace in his own mind, on pieces of paper, notebooks, libraries, bookstores, desks, park benches, museums, and heated conversations, but I won't drink coffee or smoke cigarettes or meet you in a snotty Café. I'd rather be in the Schönbrunn zoo visiting my hairy mother behind bars, or my Gypsy brothers in their trailer park. J'étais un sauvage. J'ai devenu Lumpen. Je pense que je suis la crème! Yeah, la vie d'un straight-edge bookish church-attending punk petitbourgeois petit-maître exiled from the Rainy Tropics!

I prefer the sweaty sound and the thunderous and growling fury of the streets, the forests and your disturbed piece of mind, than that Pretentiously Cool Euro-Hipster Scene. Nonetheless, maybe jolly good ol' Franz Joseph put something in the tap Evian water these Viennese folks drink any given day, and it's nice to see so many people smiling without any known reason while they ride the U-Bahn. What a jolly happy merry city, and with Christmas approaching, just imagine that!

It's not my kind of place, but I have been in Vienna since early November apparently for a unexpected longterm stay. My German died years ago and now has to be risen from the tomb. The texts below only show evasive maneuvers written as cut-ups while in I was in a relationship limbo at home, so don't be afraid of the dark self-deprecatory humor and irony in it. I'll be more than happy to meet people to hang out in Vienna.

By the by, by the way, my family name in the Catalan language is the same family name than that of the Father of Psychoanalysis... Do you (think you) know him? Well, now I'm in Vienna and you probably realize how this acts upon my Ich. Read below for glimpses of my Es. Ja, wo Es war, soll mein Pimmel werden!

Latest self-deception and summary of the self-summary:

Anthropologist by degree and ethnologist by vocation, former chemist by education and confusion, biologist and ecological scientist by talent and practice, teacher and professor by profession and chance, researcher by devotion and dedication, psychoanalysis enthusiast by perversion, student and scholar by default. Yet I'd rather lay down on grass and watch the clouds pass by while talking to a friend or lover.

Aquarius under the Sun, Taurus is ascending. Fire Dragon according to the Chinese. I don't care about it, I just find it as fun as my Tarot decks (a Rider Waite and a Marseille). Cynical by principle, skeptical by frustration, anarchist by untamedness, never pragmatical, libertarian by fights and struggles, dreamweaver and chaser of nightmares, major social and political disaster survivor. (The despot is now dead!)

Born but not always raised in Caracas, Venezuela. Do not call me Venezuelan: I am from Caracas, which is in the mountains near the coast in Venezuela, south of the Caribbean, east of the Andes, north of the Orinoco basin. I am Hispanic American: Do not call me "Latin American", that's a despicable Imperial Category, and "American" is never equal to "U. S. American", please...

Grandson, nephew, brother, etc., of current and past political prisoners and torturees. Descendant of peasants, migrants and housewives, Indigenous Americans and both African and Poor Spanish Slaves, ostracized Jews and Moors, oppressed females and Basques, minority language-speakers and victims of ethnic cleansing, even before modern nations existed. I suspect my mom prostituted herself for a time to pay some of the expenses of raising us up. My dad gave me a strong ethical sense but he could not give nothing more than a neurotic kind of love. The scum of the Earth! Every generation in my family has known exile and exodus. The only property my family and ancestors have owned is arid lands and their own bodies and minds. We are local cosmopolitans and romantic pettybourgeois bohemians and intellectuals; religion (whatever its denomination) is the only thing saving us from nihilism. Titles, degrees and money amount to nothing but let you slide in, I guess... All of these are other people's accomplishments and hardships, but somehow you loony leftist bastards think this kind of background looks cool on your résumé.

I am now in Vienna, I don't know for how long. It's not where I would like to be, but I try to cope with it. I fail a lot, but I am not afraid of failure, I learn.

I am not an employee, but I am not unemployed, I earn my income through wits and books. I despise working according to office hours, I do not surrender myself to wage labour, I am not an end-of-the-month whore. I am thrifty and I lead a simple life with only new and used books as luxuries. I hate cars and I am trying to learn to ride bicycles, I never had one.

I speak the Castilian language and I have a religious devotion for its sacredness.

Just like the Marquis of Bradomin, I am "Ugly, Catholic and Sentimental". Try to figure which one of the three is a lie.

I wear shoes size 45. My blood type is A+. My eyes are green. My temperament is quite sanguine. I may have an undiagnosed mental health issue, but I embrace neurodiversity and I expect you to do so. My sexual practices have been heteroerotic oriented, but I do not fear showing platonic homoerotic physical affection to same-sex friends when I really love them. I suppose my gender is masculine enough but not so much according to the standards of my raising. Go figure: What does a parent want?

I like cats, dogs, cows, sheep, goats, birds, reptiles, fish, and most non-slimy animals. I find humans slimy but I try to like them too. I also like a lot plants, algae and fungi. I may even eat some of these (folk) taxons if served before me to eat within legality. Yellow papaya I won't eat or drink, yegh! Yet I do.

I do not smoke tobacco and I find it an awful endevour. I have smoked marihuana many times many years ago and I felt nothing, ever. I do not like alcohol. Don't be fooled, I enjoy the sexy time explosion, yes, business time, yeah.

I am actually really kind, loyal, affectionate, but really fucking vulnerable too. I keep to myself, yet I mind people.

I like being kissed, I like being tenderly treated, I like kinky stuff that doesn't involve my anus. I value a warm-heart more than a warm vagina. I am not actively looking to have sex with you through this dating site, I prefer to judge my attraction to your personality and your body in person, and I would never use this site to look for a committed relationship. That would be off-site.

OK? Any questions?

If I forgot something important here, remind me to put it.

I'll spare you from reading the rest. Quoting Admiral Ackbar, "It's a trap!".

Ye olde recent profile:

I used to be here for the tests and questions, but they are not cool anymore. That's should sum it up for you. But since you're here, and I have nothing better to do for the next 15 minutes, I'll put some BS here, in my third or fourth OKC profile in 7 or more years... and a lot happened or unhappened during that time. (This, I'm not telling).

I must admit this profile gets visits from very beautiful girls, and that's very tempting and flattering.That's why I can't help browsing some of your profiles too and having one or two good "bad thoughts"... but that's it. I enjoy tending to my guests and I enjoy browsing the ripe apples in the market, but, shoot, I'm not actively "looking" for someone here, therefore I won't lay it down short & easy for you.

I'll practice shock and awe. I'll daze and confuse you. Maybe I could deploy some watchdogs, but doggie chow is expensive, so for the moment a big barbwired fence should do. Let me have some fun at your expense with a bit of nonsense confessionals.

Where's my mind?

'Sup, dudes? Are you ready to turn your back and go to where you came from? Or are you willing to waste lots of minutes of your precious time? Excuse me (but kudos!) if you discover soon that I write myself as antipathetical just to disuade you from reading... I add and I add layers and layers of text just to make this longer. There might be no actual connection, there might not be truth to this. Or maybe it is a quite clear and sincere expression of my actual state of mind.

Although I'm easy-going and uncomplicated fellow once you acquire the taste for me, I find it difficult to summarize myself. Like anyone, I'm multidimensional and OKCupid it's not the best platform to show the minute states of being and becoming that make up your self. Also, my perception of myself constantly changes so I don't always like to show myself engraved in stone as a self-summary would require. Maybe I was born yesterday. Maybe I feel old already... Maybe I'm a coot on a parkbench with some boring stories to tell to the pigeons. I have known no war, though. I don't feel I have accomplished much and the best is yet to come, yet it's been a long rollercoaster ride inside myself.

I'm not saying I lack a core either, but consider the following just a partial and deficient aspect of how I would show myself at a given time... maybe.

I used to enter wild and bizarre remarks into OkCupid's summary, and it attracted what I see today as the wrong crowd...

Sometimes I got to know them, for better or for worse. Today I decided to be more boring and conventional... Who knows what evil lurks in the heart of readers?

Ok, let's see, a bit of history. Previously I formally studied chemistry, and left it half-way. I am fascinated with biology (evolution, genetics, ecology) and have taught it at school. I love expressionist and abstract art, and les belles lettres... Although currently I am not paiting, composing music or writing stories, I have made a point in different stages of my life to devote myself to different fields: I took arts and letters quite seriously while growing up, then I went for the natural sciences in my late teens/early twenties, then I engaged in the social sciences. I don't know what will come next yet. I'm an explorer.

By training, I am an anthropologist. As such term could entail very ambitious aspirations (and, at the same time, should entail very modest and very common skills), I prefer to see myself as an ethnologist. Officially, I was mostly trained as a linguistic anthropologist, but I took the time to engage in a very encyclopedic and integrative education. It was a complete failure. For reasons I want to withhold, I wrote my thesis on the ethics and politics of assisted reproductive technologies impact on the body, the self and the person through the ethnological construct of kinship. Indeed, my main concerns are ethics and morals, comparative ethics and politics, everyday politics, production and reproduction. But that's so little about what makes me tick.

In the 19th-Century, I would have been an explorer, in the 18th I'd have been a natural historian. Before I'd have been a monk or a friar. I wish I could be a carpenter, a fisherman, a blacksmith...

Besides research and selling books and collectibles on my own, I have worked as a middle school and high school teacher (Biology, Health, Nature, Psychology), and recently I have made an initial foray into elementary school. What an odd choice to put your kids under my care!

I can't stand teen arrogance, but adult idiocy is worse. I certainly have enjoyed my time as a teacher... I learned a lot from my kids (teens, children and infants) and it's quite fulfilling to care and nurture someone's values and knowledge.

Man! Now I sound too serious and responsible. I'm not. I'm not telling you about the dark side of it or the pain I have had to endure this year.

This could grow longer, but some simple folks may find it already too long. So my best guess is that if you already reached this point and are willing to continue, you're either an obsessive ex-girlfriend or someone consciously or unconsciously willing to break my heart clumsily in the future. Maybe I should stay away from someone like you.

Now, let's get our ride bumpy and bring out the weird!

Sing it!
What I’m doing with my life
- Winnin'.

- Taking more courses than the local Viennese study/work ethic would allow itself to imagine/handle, and still finding them totally shallow and unchallenging.

- Overcoming impossible odds.

- Elongating this profile everytime a lazy reader says it is "long". That's how I show how much I care, baybay. But ok, let's tell you the story so far, skipping the part when a meteor hits Mexico and extinguishes Gringo dinosaurs:

D*MN! This is difficult...

The immediate past: I lost her. Realizing I can't bring her back was the first time I knew willpower is actually not enough under adverse circumstances. I felt impotence and vulnerability for the first time. I am not almighty, the world is not always fair for the welldoers, and it's not gonna be easy even if you are one of the last guys smiling. I'm still in pain and mourning.

The present (August 2012): I am trying to make sense and find meaning to whatever may become my life. I am healing and trying to make myself stronger in the process. I hope so.

The future: Professionally, I want to become a student again. Just about right now I'm applying for postgraduate studies and research anywhere around the world, if I can afford it or if I get scholarships and funding for it. I am so impatient about it!

My priority is Social Anthropology or Ethnology in Europe or just about anywhere outside my continent. When unavailable, I might try Cultural Anthropology, Archaeology or Prehistory; Social, Comparative or Cultural History; Political Sciences, Political Theory or Political Philosophy, etc... all as far as possible from 'home'. Then, as you see, I'd love to carry on with what I do best, but in radically different contexts.

Of course, if I am offered a good job, I might take it and delay my research, work for a short while and save for self-funded studies and research later, so I wouldn't depend on scholarships or loans.

I must publish three papers or more in peer-reviewed journals during the few next months. I should be writing my articles.

In the meanwhile, I'm gonna do a Master in History of the Americas *yawn* during fall and winter (2012).

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November 2012: Moved suddenly to Vienna. Let's see how that goes.
December 2012: Rented an apartment in Vienna. The contract is for three years.

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February 2013: Quietly returned to Caracas to take out money and books to Vienna, and some due paperwork.

28 February 2013: Was due to return to Vienna. Decided to stay a bit longer in Caracas, still processing paperwork.

5 March 2013: The bloody dictator died. Liberation seems possible, but still improbable. The official mourning and the ensuing State cult will delay all paperwork. Elections will be held 14 April 2013. I will vote. If the outcome is too ugly, I will continue my exile. My family is already spread elsewhere in the world.

20 June 2013: Back in Vienna.

1 January 2014: So, another eventful year closer to Nirvana or the Pearly Gates, with some seriously needed updates for this profile. But if I did so, it would be 2015 already when I'm done telling about only July-August 2013 :P

16 March 2014: Shouldn't I be writing a paper on Viennese Christmas markets?

Sorry, I will have to answer this later, I gotta go weeweepotty.
I’m really good at
- Quickly assessing your annoying neuroticism as a clear threat to the peace and calm I seek in my life, yet managing to let you in and treat you kindly.

- Not sticking to the program and getting away with it.

- Unexpected, effortless success.

- Overachieving.

- Waking up.

- Not being a deaf, dumb and blind boy who plays a mean pinball.

- Statistical analysis and data reconfiguration.

- Writing elusive self-portraits for OkCupid, deferring definitive depictions of who might I be in front of you, alluring you into the thickening fog of non-meaningful ASCII characters.

And I am good at anything within my reach. Anything I try, but not at first. I must learn and enjoy it.

I feel the need to think matters in their complexity, i. e., all what it entails, all that makes it possible, what would happen if it doesn't happen, and a lot of dialectical batshit. I'm friggin' pretty good at this when I'm relaxed... or also under a lot of pressure. I wish I was as good expressing it, though. I feel very confined by linear thinking. I wish my hands could again add music to my thoughts. Did I told you I wished I was a dancer? That's something I suck at, because I have never tried it. So I should make a commitment to improve myself in anything I'm not good at. Join me, help me build a race of atomic supermen, and we shall rule this world! Bwahahahaha!

Don't be confused. I'm not the broody, moody, deep philosopher type. I'm more of the consciously perverted psychoanalytical type, so I'm pretty good at 'reading your mind' and seeing into both myself and yourself, and believe me, this is actually not always nice. I can see my/your 'Oedipus' and my/your 'Castration', i. e., your 'Symptom', like a big black zit in the tip of my/your nose, and let me tell you, honey, some things are not only best left unsaid, but also unnoticed.

I am also great at making out *wink wink*, remembering your birthday and forgetting mine, and being an absent-minded professor who might get amazing superpowers in an accident any of these days.
The first things people usually notice about me
I leave a trail of rooted people
Mesmerized by just the sight,
The few I touched now are disciples
Love as One, I Am the Light...

- The protracted flamboyance.

- The fabulous sassiness.

- "Is she really going out with him?"

- "Who was that masked man, anyway?"

- I am a grumpy old man. I like to be addressed as 'sir'.

Also, that they are wrong about it, I am kind and nice. I like to be treated as an equal, even by a child. I am to be addressed as 'Daniel'. Call me by my family name, and be ready to be slapped in the face (or buttocks, if you are properly naughty).

Having survived defamation and libel through my merits, I don't care what other people think of me, but if I cared, I hope they noticed me as honest, decent, hard-working, and that they should give me their daughter in marriage. Add some cattle, land and seeds and we have a deal, baybay!

The other day during a class, a girl noticed my (new) red sneakers. That was a 'kewt' and 'kewl' moment. It's all about the shoes for them. Suppah.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens...

I find questions about "favorite x" either Gyneco-biased or Neuronormative, meaning: I think having "favorite x" is either for girls or for neurotypical (sane) persons... I don't know which one.

If a "favorite x" is something you could do or have relentlessly, then having a "favorite x" is falling somewhere very narrowly in some part of the OCD spectrum, and some of us are not just plain neurotic as most of you, ok? Some of us are psychotic, borderline, perverts, autistic, etc. So, having a "favorite x" denies neurodiversity, and I'm not that easy to pinpoint.

If a "favorite x" is something you could do or have repeatedly without getting sick of it, common sense says that is for teenage girls (and you should open an account in tumblr if you are one of those strange little cute animals who should not bother me if below the age of 19) and I don't think guys have a "favorite x" except, obviously, for sex (desiring it, not actually able to perform it... until Viagra abuse came to cause heart attacks and pryapism related necroses).

Yet I don't think that is actually the case: Continuosly desiring sex is for all sexual orientations... except, y'know, don't ya forget, asexuals... and how many of those are there in a dating site? Are you enjoying also that I took this topic and made it sex-related? You reckless pervert!

If the "favorite x" thing is sex-related, I am starting then to believe that having "favorite x" is for people who are able to deny their openness to indeterminate objects of desire... So it would be for very square hetero- or homosexuals. Am I pansexual for not being able to pigeonhole my tastes? So, having a "favorite x" is also a little bit fetishistic (something I find boring) while it also denies sexual diversity!

Just allow me to list a few things I get pleasure from.

Music:

The Beatles, The Who, Paul McCartney, John Entwistle, Pete Townshend, Keith Moon, Godspeed You! Black Emperor, Silver Mt. Zion, HRSTA, Molasses, Hangedup, Sufjan Stevens, Kraftwerk, Neu!, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Grinderman, Popol Vuh, Amon Düül II, Esplendor Geométrico, The Birthday Party, The Boys Next Door, Can, Faust, Einstürzende Neubauten, Throbbing Gristle, DNA, Mars, This Heat, Unwound, Fugazi, The Evens, Rites of Spring, Embrace, Bonnie 'Prince' Billy/Will Oldham, Palace, Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, Stereolab, Monade, Mogwai, Ryoji Ikeda, Los Recurrentes, Mission of Burma, Consonant, Wire, My Bloody Valentine, The Appleseed Cast, Do Make Say Think, Years, Exhaust, Black Ox Orkestar, Sofa, Sackville, Moondog, Karlheinz Stockhausen, Krzysztof Penderecki, Raymond Scott, The Evens, Moss Icon, Witold Lutosławski, Yo la tengo, Iggy Pop, The Stooges, Pavement, Pixies, The Breeders, Ramones, Master Musicians of Bukkake, Lizzie Mercier Descloux, Rosa Yemen, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, James White and the Blacks, James Chance and the Contortions, Ike Yard, Tuxedomoon, 8-Eyed Spy, Torngat, Bell Orchestre, Colin Stetson, Mice Parade, The Dylan Group, Tortoise, The Mercury Program, Brokeback, Gastr del Sol, etc.

You won't be able to download music from there anymore, but you can check how much of a role music plays in my life with a glance to my old blog: http://majorbonobo.blogspot.com/

Authors:

This is impossible to enumerate:

John Dos Passos, Paul Bowles, Camilo José Cela, Ramón del Valle-Inclán, G. K. Chesterton, William Gibson, Chuck Palahniuk, Pío Baroja, Heinrich Böll, Nigel Barley, Francisco Gómez de Quevedo, Jonathan Swift, Daniel Defoe, George Orwell, Bill Watterson, Hergé; D. H. Lawrence, Henry Miller, Anaïs Nin, Edward Lear, P. G. Wodehouse, Ursula K. Le Guin, Philip K. Dick, Immanuel Kant, Karl Marx, Sigmund Freud, Slavoj Žižek... etc.

I'm afraid I am becoming a book hoarder, my room is too full of books, and there are books of mine in other rooms and even other homes...

I also trade/sell/buy books and comics since I was 14....

I scan, digitalize, share, and pirate old, out-of-print, rare or expensive books.

I plan to own someday printing presses and establish an anthropology/sociology/ethnology/archaeology/history publishing company, why not?

Movies;

Persian cinema, Abbas Kiarostami, Jafar Panahi, Majid Majidi, Bahman Gobadi, Mohsen Makhmalbaf, Buster Keaton, Cantinflas, Apocalypse Now, The Godfather I & II, too many old B&W talkies, etc.

I enjoy movies a lot (at home... it's not nice to fart in a movie theater). I prefer un-Hollywood things, but I also watch and enjoy lots of Hollywood stuff. You'll see a lot of foreign films in my pirate DVD collection, but there is something like 'pretentious arthouse indie films' usually shown in Sundance that I actually can't tolerate either. I don't like horror or violent films even a little bit.

I love old films, but ironically B&W films make me fall asleep rather quick.

For some reason, I enjoyed a lot watching often 'Predator', 'Total Recall', 'Terminator' and other Schwarzenegger films with my lost love on sunday afternoons. We found such taste funny and weird. Maybe it's some weird Austrian allure in Arnie that goes with cookies and ice cream.

TV Shows:

Seinfeld, Futurama, South Park, Law & Order, Person of Interest, etc. That's about all.

Food:

I eat anything that is offered to me. Vegetarians and people of the Vegan cult, I may eat animal corpses too, because I believe they have souls, they should not die in vain and their sacrifice, however gruesome, must be respected and communicated, the latter meaning that maybe I'm animistic and I believe I appropriate their soul. I'd be a great cannibal, but that's actually illegal in 90% of world cultures yet sublimated in about 100% of world religions, so there!

Sadly, recently an homeopath told me to keep away from dairy products, but I still love cheese like a vice, why not?

Coconut goat and Ceasar salad with some chicken may give me sexual kind of tingles down below under.

What a shock! I also like hamburgers, pizza, kebab/chawarma and girl's lips. What a surprise!

I enjoy cooking or assisting in cooking. I enjoy experimenting with cooking. Sometimes I will make you eat the results.
The six things I could never do without
1.- Life support: Air, food, water (cheese and chocolate are vices)
2.- People: Friends, family, lovers, Ananda Lakshmi
3.- Soul food: Thoughts, dreams, books, love;
4.- Music and birdsongs until I become deaf;
5.- Light and shadows until I get blind; warmth and cold...
6.- The touch of someone's hand... until I fall dead!
I spend a lot of time thinking about
"I don't say the things I say because they are what I think, I say them as a way to make sure they no longer are what I think."- Michel Foucault

- Say, how come here in Vienna I cannot find OKC users who speak Arabic? Don't make me go to CS, ugh.

- I wonder how the land that gave us Klimt, Schiele, Brentano, Breuer, Freud, Adler, Frankl, Husserl, Buber, Popper, Feyerabend, Boltzmann, Capra, Gödel, Schrödinger, Reich, Melanie Klein, Berg, Bruckner, Mahler, Haydn, Schubert, Schönberg, Webern, Broch, Musil, Hundertwasser, Kokoschka, Wittgenstein, und so weiter, can also produce so much inner uglyness and turmoil? Hope you realize passersby are only trying to help you out, dudes!

- Some of us have very little and have lost too much... Be thankful about what you've got.

- Time and thought, themselves.

- Cognitive biases.

- Whatever happened to nice and warm people, able to disarm the grouchiest stances and uplift the saddest spirits?

"We gotta get out of this place
If it's the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
'Cause girl, there's a better life
For me and you!"

- You. And why. Why? Then, now what? How to keep going? How to move forward? How to go beyond my initial expectations and amaze myself again? How do I get rid of all these mosquitoes in my room? Will this plague ease as autumn and winter approach? Oh, I'm sorry, I'm straying my train of thoughts...

- I wonder why so many OkCupid users include the word 'taco' in their usernames...

- Why do I have to keep this tough act just to please your expectations about my "masculinity"? It's not like that at all.

- How much I miss bitter manioc (Lowland South American Hi-Tech food).

I think a favorite quotes section might be funny:

"I don't necessarily agree with everything I say."
Marshall McLuhan

"Poocha Chubugga Oom Chickee! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Stitch, Lilo & Stitch

"I am a nothing king
Been right around on a golden ring
I don't know where you are anymore
I've got no clue"
Pete Townshend, I am an animal

"Wo Es war, soll Ich werden"
Sigmund Freud

"The pleasures of the sight
The pleasures of the flesh
The vanities of life
He loved them all."
Mission of Burma, Max Ernst

"Don't worry, smile and dance
You just can work life out
Don't let down moods entrance you
Take the wine and shout!"
Pete Townshend, Empty Glass

"All you wanted from me, all I had to give,
Nothing matters you'll see, when in paradise you live."
The Who, Glow Girl

"You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel to your life."
Pavement, Shady Lane

"So this is how liberty dies... with thunderous applause."
Senator Amidala

"Last night I shot an elephant in my Pajamas and how he got in my pajamas I'll never know."
Groucho Marx

"How useless is a decent education!"
Aristophanes

"There are stupid ideas that are well-dressed, just the same as there is people who is stupid and well-dressed"
Nicholas Momfort

"Mankind... inevitably sets itself only such tasks as it is able to solve, since closer examination will always show that the problem itself arises only when the material conditions for its solution are already present or at least in the course of formation."
Karl Marx, A Contribution to the Critique of Political Economy.

"Our 'Age of Anxiety' is, in great part, the result of trying to do today's job with yesterday's tools—with yesterday's concepts."
Marshall McLuhan

"Love is the best, most insidious, most effective instrument of social repression."
Rainer Werner Fassbinder

"If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you. This is the principal difference between a dog and a man."
Mark Twain, Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar

"- Do you really mean... there could be other worlds just around the corner, like that?
- Nothing could be more probable... I wonder what they do teach them at these schools."
C. S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.

"Klaatu barada nikto!"
Klaatu, The Day the Earth Stood Still.

"Meega, nala kwishta!"
Stitch

"An admirable Don Juan... Perhaps the most admirable! He was ugly, Catholic, and sentimental..."
"Such an old man ---cynical, disbeliever, and gallant as a Renaissance Cardinal!"
Ramón del Valle-Inclán

"Mille Millions de Mille Milliards de Mille Sabords!!!"
Capitaine Haddock
On a typical Friday night I am
barely knowing what day of the week or what year it is!

Well, it's true. Since I'm so zealous about being freelance, a free agent, I'm not subject or slave to 'office hours' and weekly schedules, so I'm actually a part of the 24-hour party people 24/7/365. No clubbing or bar hopping, though.

But I do work on leap years, so if 29 February 2036 falls on Friday, sorry, I'll be busy. Maybe next year.

Seems that all of the cool stuff happens south of the Alps, east and north of the Danube, west of the Rhine... i. e., not in Austria :P

Therefore, typical nocturnal activities include scheming intricate plots of subversive entertainment and orchesting manoeuvers of distraction.

"Prodigal, you have given me love--therefore I to you give love!
O unspeakable passionate love."
- Walt Whitman
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
18 cm.

Now, seriously:

Many thanks for reaching this point in the profile. You must know by now that none of these boxes contains me. If I ever was to be found here, I spilled all over. There may be traces of me here, but I'm elsewhere, as I'm always going to be. I'm in the milk and the milk's in me. Very far away, outside over there, where the wild things are, seven monsters in a row, making trouble. There they go!

I have recently lost my immortal beloved and it's quite an ordeal. It's all so hazy now. Sometimes I feel confused and afraid, even frustrated once in a while, but I often feel more momentum and I am willing to push myself beyond the limit of my capabilities. I hope I can develop more bravery once the dust settles down.

I'm one of those dreamers with big plans and now I have to redesign them from scratch, yet keep reaching for them... and make them bigger and brighter and louder!

For a while, I have to cope with not foreseeing what's going to happen next. That's not actually bad, I crave for new adventures while I regain focus or something like that...

I am also willing to admit I write my profiles like this to discourage some shallow people from trying to reach me. I should also admit that this most often backfires and attracts other more problematic people... they are usually too intense and difficult.

If you read the whole profile or if you are perceptive enough to have noticed it soon, you'll try to guess if the excessive and confusing information is a vain attempt to overwhelm you and make you go away. Yes, I feel confused so I try to be elusive and sometimes putting up a smoke screen or ejecting a cloud of black ink works. You might guess that I may be trying to bring someone back instead of meeting someone new, and then I'll sabotage myself to waste time and see if a miracle that brings her back happens. It won't happen and I must accept this and embrace new people, yes.

So if you don't read the whole profile, you're actually sane, and I turned you away! LOL.

By the way, for those of you who don't like drama and are willing and needing to take things easy, my sex drive is high during Pon-Farr (geek reference) but I can be pretty calm the rest of the time, so be cautious if you're not in the mood during those times, or if you are experiencing your own Pon-Farr while I'm not, hahahaha...
(I'm not a trekkie, but this might work as a polite way of explaining myself on these matters).

If you have questions, I can't assure you you'll get a straight answer... Did you already realize that I'm willingly being elusive? You must understand that I may second-guess myself and be a little too self-conscious for the moment... It's not a mid-life crisis but an incident-triggered phase which I expect to fade away soon, hopefully (I don't know, maybe it's post-traumatic stress). Maybe you won't notice, or maybe you'll be overwhelmed by it, I'm just warning you this could manifest itself in my replies, or not.

Please, please, please, pretty please, for the love of God or your friggin' Dawkins, if you have questions, be clever enough to trick me into talking about them without noticing it is a question...

Even if I am actually quiet, I enjoy receiving messages, mail, snail mail, text messages and also making a nice, fun, intelligent conversation (live, person to person). I do enjoy it, a lot. A whole lot. Yes, a darn lot, but another warning is in order (yes, I'm as sweet as I can be grouchy)... this might sound harsh:

I'm old school about communication. I need it to be meaningful. Do not send me your e-mail or contact information to "get in touch with me" if you intend it to be long hours of empty IM. I have work to do. I am not fond of IM (Instant Messaging), here, there or anywhere. I am with Paul Virilio on this; the only real-time technology I am fond of is face-to-face, hand-in-hand communication. You should not expect me to chat or allow myself to chat through IM. Invite me to lay on the grass, your couch, your bed, your lap.

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Sometimes I watch and giggle at Downfall parodies of ranting Hitler instead of doing my work.

Have you ever wondered if there's a pervert out there that would masturbate to your OKCupid photos? I'm not saying I have done that. I haven't. But I would do it if I really liked your pics. So be afraid if you see I visit silently your profile many times. Maybe I decided to make my hands hairy.

And now you'll wonder if I'm just kidding.

I am kidding. But that doesn't mean I wouldn't masturbate to your picture. Maybe I already have by the time you read this. Maybe I developed a fetish about your nose. You know how guys are. If the thought crosses our head, we are already fapping grand. You know what they say: it's a compliment. They have locked the door just for you and deferred all farting. Give that slacker some credit.I do this kind of stuff:

http://anthropologica.tumblr.com/archive
http://facebook.com/Anthropologica

And lastly, I often laugh by myself and cannot conceal my smile, but I also admit that sometimes, I just feel afraid... not "afraid of x", but only afraid.

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Statistical analysis show that OkCupid profiles successful at developing relationships from online dating are concise: 97 words in average. Now consider this cute profile here and what you have read above and what you still have left to read (if you ever have the time or the interest or the boredom to do so): You should realize what it means when I go against the insight those statistics provide. Is that ok with you?
I’m looking for
  • Straight girls only
  • Ages 24–28
  • Near me
  • For new friends
You should message me if
Why would you do that? Everything is nice as it is. Leave like that. Don't complicate yourself. Convince yourself you should not. Don't rub the genie's lamp. You know how it ends. But if thou hast the irresistible will to message, thy Nachrichtgelüst shall be pleased.

- You realize you should. I never shoot the first message (Poor Greedo). Please be kind.

- I cannot stress this enough: You are a kind, loving, smiling person. Maybe you were hurt some time ago, but you know it's not that bad, and things will always get better, you just go out and try. You are compassionate, amicable, generous, and have a twinkle of mischief in your eyes.

- You realize it would present a very bad evidence about your character to not message me.

- You are a kind person who eases pain and brings calm with a smile. :)

- There's a heart beating inside your chest, not a cold hard stone hidden in an iron cage.

- You are willing to teach me how to recognize a ripe pomegranate and eat it properly (yes, we have them back home, even my late patrilateral grandparents had a shrub in their garden that was continuously raided by dirty hippies whom my grandmother shooed away with a threatening broomstick... but alas! I have never eaten one). I wonder how you eat mangos: do you use your hands or are you funny enough to use cutlery? Why your avocados are so tiny and horrible?

You sign this fine-print clause here, promising to not be snotty, snobbish, grotty, passive-agressive, high maintenance, etc. If you lack the Caribbean "tumbao de caderas", you are not entitled to be like that.

Soy lingüísticamente endógamo. Escríbeme si escribes, como quien dice, un castellano "regio". Échate un vistazo por intransigente a ver si lo sobrevives y me lo cuentas.

You have noticed the weather is getting colder and I need to spend more time under warm blankets and closer to warmer company.

If you can explain to me why so many OkCupid users have the word 'taco' in their name... Nah, don't do it. It's probably an oral fixation of yours.

If you are not overwhelmed by my vain attempts to confuse you with this deliberatedly overwhelming and confusing profile and actually understand that this profile doesn't really say anything about me, at all. It conceals me.

If you promise me you will not engage in any stalker-like behavior.

If you don't give too much credit to match points and all this algorithmic OkC crap.

If you are Ananda Lakshmi you get priority. But also anyone else deserving it is given the royal treatment.

Also if you just feel like messaging me and you don't like reggaeton ---that's true: the first thing I do when visiting your profile is reading the "music, books, films" section. But I'm not a snob about it.

You should certainly message me if you think you could get me into a great conversation that we both find enjoyable and unpretentious. I wrote a long profile full of boobytraps, but I am actually a very quiet guy who easily bursts into laughter, and who may become hyperactive and talkative when having fun.

I won't accept shallow distractions, I want a commitment to make great things, or at least pretty amazing little ones I can cherish.

Yes, I put I'm looking for casual sex but I'm not looking for casual sex. It's ok and I have nothing against it, but I'm not looking for it. That sort of thing happens, with ease, so why look for it? I put in in my profile because it will exclude a lot of people who won't admit they just want to be sexually pleased. Since this is not my case, I'll do the opposite and put it in my profile, but I'd prefer to be in communion of the flesh only with my lost love, even if it is impossible now. It will be a long time (if ever) before I allow anyone else but her to touch my noble parts, OK? Forget that. A warm soul is the only requirement to message me.

But you may try. My zipper is loose.

P.S.: I hate that OKCupid makes me rate people.