I remember visiting the temple of Dionysus, and taking a picture of an eroded marble column that had been swallowed by grass and neglect. That is an image I find eternally relevant. There is a feeling I have, sometimes, when I am reading a book or standing on a ledge, of watching all the old gods die. I love pillars. I love decay. Rather, I love permanence, but impermanence is beautiful and necessary. Immediacy is...unavoidable, and pleasurable in its own right.

Beauty exists with and without background data. Again, tension - meaning is inextricably linked to and eternally removed from context. Do I believe in singularity? Unequivocally. Do I believe in analogy? Wholeheartedly. I want to wear capes and shawls and urban cowboy boots while watering the tomato plant on my porch. I want to be self consciously romantic; I want to make believe in flight pants and aviator jackets on the plains of the West. I want life to inspire - and I want to look like I give a shit, because I do. I care about beauty. I care about art. I care about life.

Freelance writing for various sources, trying to get published more.

Finishing my degree, in slow, dedicated spurts.

Scrabble! And cooking, making a mean steak as i'm writing this actually, Sundays are fun.

I have not one, but two eyes.

I can talk all day about the books I read, and the music I like to listen to, and the movies I like to watch, and the food I like to eat.

It seems daunting, this question! I'll go for an abridged version with favorites.

Raymond Carver, Denis Johnson, Dostoyevsky, Chekhov.

Nick Cave, Dylan, The National, Stevie Wonder, Alice Cooper, Radiohead, Tom Waits, Leonard Cohen.

The Panic in Needle Park, Midnight Cowboy, Bananas, Match Point, Shame, Drive, Blue Valentine.

My mamas cooking! And burritos.

Women; you marvelous creatures.

My mother, my father and my two brothers.

Being physically and mentally active as much as possible. Body and mind are inexplicably linked, make one stronger, the other grows I think it's important to take care of ourselves, in a physical and spiritual sense.

I love the outdoors.

I enjoy good poetry, so if you've got some poets that you think are great, share.

Often, I find that when people discover I ride a motorcycle, their reaction is a negative one.

"That thing will kill you!"

It definitely can, THAT is why I ride it. There is a meditative quiet you have when keeping upright and alive is your single task during your morning commute. If you had any idea what sort of negative and destructive thoughts continually rattle around in my head on a regular basis, you'd realize that this thing keeps me alive.

one chemically induced grin away from meeting god.

Or at least that's what I hope is happening.

There was a month in my life where I did mostly nothing but play Uno with paranoid schizophrenics.

You want to put on your red shoes and dance the blues. I dance like a white guy, but hey, I still have a great time.

You want to cut my hair for me. I get the sides buzzed down every couple of weeks, and i'm pretty sure I could do it myself instead of paying $40 every time, yet I can't bring myself to do it.