I love four things without fail: music, writing, photography and thoughtful conversation.

These are the bricks that hold me up from the inside and help my thoughts not to shake so much when answers are hard to come by. I cherish autumn mornings, hand-written letters, short stories, silent films, farmland, thunderstorms and urgent napkin poems.

I am decidedly INFP. Whatever that means, to you.

I am a self-employed web developer and occasional freelance photographer who will never shoot another wedding in my life, so help me Cosmos. I like patience, adventurousness, creativity, spontaneity, esteem (of some kind), hopefulness, honesty, reasonableness, compassion, awareness, laughter and, above all, the ability to communicate deeply (and without defenses). Also, I'm not a fan of screaming. Or excessive/crutch-leg sarcasm.

In my free time, I enjoy spilling the scattered thoughts of my brain across a keyboard or a Moleskine notebook. Some call this poetry; I call it therapy. I also enjoy making one-off, free-verse song compositions. I choose not to edit or re-record these songs. I could, and I understand why people do, but there is plenty of time for obsessive perfectionism in most any other aspect of my life. It is important to me to have something that just is. I've also recently started painting.

My favorite instruments to explore in my little music room are the pump organ, chord organ, guitar, synthesizer, thumb piano, cello, violin, banjo, acoustic bass and, very recently, the autoharp. My neighbors and their assortment of kids are very loud and often find their way onto my recordings. I wish I could sleep in longer than I'm able to because of it, but I can't say I mind their noises as audible artifacts. Those days, they're like birds roosting loudly off in the distance of some sunset tree.

I want to meet people who want the things that I like: who believe in self; who want the best for the world; who love fiercely and without apology; crave the sanctuary and freedom of community; love to create; and are probing and willing to manifest kindness and empathy in everyday life.

(If that doesn't make any sense or sounds over the top, I don't know what to say. If it does make sense, I guess we'd probably get along pretty well. Drop me a line sometime with something else that makes sense.)

There are incredible people here.

Things I Love:

My cats, Vera & Fairuza. Seattle. My darkroom. Ricky Gervais. Making music. Scrabble. Half.com. Folk music. Outsider music. Anti-folk music. Honest, unpolished music. My iPod. Djarum Blacks. Miranda July. Time alone. Log cabins. Old records. Zooey Deschanel. Screen doors. Soybeans. Airplanes. Poetry. Farmhouses. Philip Seymour Hoffman. Primitive camping. Last.fm. Nag champa. Podcasts. Typing letters on my Smith-Corona. Road trips. Rebecca Pidgeon. Wikipedia. The Discovery/History channels. Antique photographs. Rick Steves. Firefox. del.icio.us. My mother. Adobe CS3. Unpeeled apricot halves in heavy syrup. Making lists. The moon.

Favorite Music:

Daniel Johnston. Deb Talan. Kimya Dawson. Bonnie 'Prince' Billy. Ani DiFranco. The Innocence Mission. Bright Eyes. Ron Sexsmith. Pedro the Lion. Sigur Rós. Little Wings. Regina Spektor. The Postal Service. Carissa's Wierd. Casiotone for the Painfully Alone. Over the Rhine. Sun Kil Moon. The Weepies. Iron & Wine. Tracy Chapman. Sixpence None the Richer. Kings of Convenience. Richard Buckner. Sarah Harmer. The Be Good Tanyas. Ezekiel Honig. Patty Griffin. Jolie Holland. The Streets. Rufus Wainwright. Damien Jurado. Matt Pond PA. Jenny Owen Youngs. Stina Nordenstam. The Faint. Múm. Breathe Owl Breathe. Frou Frou. Rosie Thomas. Elbow. Jaymay. Broken Social Scene. The Cure. Elliott Smith. Shearwater. Sufjan Stevens. Jack Johnson. Sarah Masen. Halloween, Alaska. Travis. Andrew Bird. Azure Ray. The Beatles. Woody Guthrie. Counting Crows. Phosphorescent. Slagsmälsklubben. Old Crow Medicine Show. Finn. Sparklehorse. Tunng. Nathan.

Favorite Books:

Many Things Have Happened Since He Died (Elizabeth Dewberry Vaughn). I Never Promised You A Rose Garden (Joanne Greenberg). The Partly Cloudy Patriot (Sarah Vowell). Nine Stories (J.D. Salinger). A Good Man Is Hard To Find (Flannery O'Connor). Open Me Carefully (Emily Dickinson). The Dead and the Living (Sharon Olds). Selected Poems (E.E. Cummings). The Edible Woman (Margaret Atwood). CivilWarLand in Bad Decline (George Saunders). Paintings (Paul McCartney). Magical Thinking (Augusten Burroughs). Road-side Dog (Czeslaw Milosz). Riding Rockets (Mike Mullane).

Favorite Movies:

Love Liza. Winter Passing. State & Main. The Royal Tenenbaums. Rushmore. Good Will Hunting. Donnie Darko. Saved!. Broken Flowers. The Talented Mr. Ripley. Personal Velocity. Igby Goes Down. Baraka. Secretary. Insomnia. Owning Mahowny. Sylvia. The Spanish Prisoner. Shopgirl. Flight of the Navigator. Lake Boat. The Good Girl. Waking Life. What The Bleep Do We Know!?. Romeo + Juliet. Garden State. Koyaanisqatsi. Me and You and Everyone We Know. Blue Planet. Walk The Line. Elizabethtown. Off The Map. Imagine Me & You.

Occasional Television Indulgences:

BBC's "The Office." FX's "Rescue Me." Showtime's "Weeds." HBO's "Extras," "Flight of the Conchords" & "Curb Your Enthusiasm." FOX's "King of the Hill" and "Arrested Development." NBC's "The Office." ABC's "Lost." Comedy Central's "Daily Show" and "Reno 911!." UPN's "Everbody Hates Chris." [adult swim]'s Family Guy, Futurama and Moral Orel. History Channel's "Dogfights" and "Save Our History."

Learning to put my ugliest, most honest foot forward. First.

being loyal to the people who feel life more than they live it.

is my curly mass of inkjet hair at wintertime (always uncombed). Or the storied gap between my two front teeth (always gappy; 0.4 cm).

See above for a, b, c and a lot more than you wanted to know.

As for food, I could eat Thai and nothing else for the rest of my life.

someone, somewhere, who, gives, a, fuck.

why people don't love each other better.

at the computer, programming.

is that I don't like to stay in one town very long.

Or, that fireworks shows don't really excite me. I want them to, but I heart airplanes and space shuttles more.

Oh, and in middle school, I had a crush on a girl who, some years later, would go on to be sentenced to 60 years in prison for robbing a bank with a wig and oversized sunglasses.

Go figure.

you believe in better. Or want to become an organic farmer.