1 year old me: "Wahhh" (thinking: Why are you using CLOTH DIAPERS, mother! All the other babies on the block are going to laugh at me. Huh, we are poor and you just immigrated from China...ok then. Proceed!)
1.5 year old me: "Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." (thinking: Why did I have to skip learning how to walk and go straight into running? I mean walking into a wall when my head is still the majority of my body weight is MUCH less painful than running into it. Shit this hurts!)
13 year old me: "Sorry, it is not that I don't think you are cute, I just don't like girls yet." (thinking: Jeezus, this attractive girl just told me she likes me. I know that she is attractive and all the other bloomingly pubescent guys love her, but I am just not feeling "it". Why is my puberty not happening right now?! What a cruel, cruel God.)
17 year old me: "I will listen to Marilyn Manson for life." (thinking: Hrm. Okay. It may look a little weird if my whole wardrobe consists of Marilyn Manson and Nine Inch Nails t-shirts when I am 30. That maybe okay now, but 30?)
28 year old me: "Yes! Let's drink!" (thinking: Who is this dude at my 10 year high school reunion telling me to get drunk? Man, I need to sneak a peak at his name tag cause I don't recognize this "bro"; I need to make it discreet and quick, though, cause he recognizes me and remembers my name....Oh man....it is that guy from high school.)
29 year old me: "Dan, your visit to Portland today is quite ironic. Tomorrow will mark my one year anniversary of _____." (thinking: I can't believe what just happen!! Yes, I am having a conversation with Dan Savage at Powell's and I can't believe I just told him that.)
I have a tendency to push the proverbial "rewind" button in my head to think of memorable moments in life, life enriching experiences, and other cool stuff. I think the above life narrative kinda shows the quirky/sometimes interesting things in my past which has shaped who I am now.
And yes, I was a 1 year old who was sentient enough to know that I should be self conscious around the other babies with my cloth diapers =)
Here is where I am now:
I'm compassionate and passionate. Compassionate because I think a lot about the people close to me. I value nurture more than nature, as I truly care about the well-being of my friends and make an effort to be emotional open to all my friends. Any art, music, or people that can help me connect with a greater depth of feeling is what I am attracted to. I am empathetic, and I genuinely appreciate it when others can open up emotionally to me and share what they have experienced and their knowledge with me. Of my guy and girl friends, sometimes I am the "shoulder" that is "cried" upon, and I reciprocate the closeness. You can say that I can relate to someone like Tom in 500 Days of Summer....well, minus the scene where he ended up slugging that guy in the bar.
Passionate because I have no qualms with geeking out on a variety of things in life. The constants are: bicycles, food, cooking, baking, racial/sexual identity politics, and music. The variables (one month I can be totally into it, the next not so much): men's fashion, yoga, home remodeling/repair, discovering new, local Portland business, and affordable housing.
I'm a competitive cyclist, and it keeps me busy, for sure. I enjoy turning myself inside out in a hypoxic state, but I've also been known to wear a pink tutu while racing. Discussion of all alternative forms of transportation is pretty fun to me. Some day soon, I look forward with combining foreign (or local) travel with folding bicycles. Yippee!!
Do I ride my bicycle a lot so that I can eat a lot of good food? Or does my love of good food drive my desire to ride my bicycle so much? I love going to some place like Le Pigeon, Genoa, Aviary, or Castagna to eat my daily caloric equivalent in charcuterie and pork belly, but I am equally comfortable at the small formica tables at the back of a Mexican tienda showing midget luchador wrestling on the TV. If you love going to these aforementioned places occasionally, then you shouldn't hesitate on messaging me.
And more about food. At home, I cook a ton, but it is usually for myself. I seriously can't wait to cook with a special someone and share meals together! and I'd say 50% of the time its vegan or vegetarian. Recently, I made a few zucchini, ricotta, lemon galettes which were pretty dang tasty and I think the people at the potluck that I took them to liked them too; I can't wait to make them again, but I just may be forced to eat them all for myself this time =)
My interest in racial and sexual identity politics is mostly tied to the fact that I'm a person of color. I love learning about myself and my ingroup through the eyes of others. I made the trip down to Eugene (yeah, of all places) earilier this year to attend the Disorient Film Festival, which is a film fest on the Asian American experience. I have this preoccupation with crying in public, but the tears were insurmountable after watching one film. I also like to learn about the issues faced by groups of others.
I listen to way too much music. What can I say? I guess it started with listening to awesome shit like Milli Vanilli, Vanilla Ice, and New Kids On the Block when I was a young very impressionable youngster. I blame my sisters for making me listen to New Kids On the Block. I like going to shows, but having a M-F office job makes it difficult. Although, after I saw Sonic Youth for free at Music Millennium about 10 years ago, I can safely say that I would be absolutely okay with never seeing another show in my entire life and die a happy old man.