Let's meet up and write poetry over tea. There are many intriguing ideas to unveil and I'd very much like new and intriguing acquaintances to explore such things with. There's something awfully fantastic about being quiet with someone without feeling strange about the silence.
The inability to stargaze in NYC is one of my biggest problems with big cities.
If you want to know anything about me, just ask. I'd love to answer any questions as long as I can ask a few of my own.
Spending a few minutes every day studying the Dao De Ching and contemplating the inherent patterns of the universe.
Teaching myself Turkish, exploring unorthodox romantic relationship styles, becoming an archaeologist, and enjoying my time on the planet.
I've been told that I'm really good at abruptly creating refreshingly serious conversations out of meaningless banter.
I'm told that I'm really good at reading people. It's not a skill that I am especially proud of, nor one that I find especially enjoyable. In the end, I'm just not one you want to try to lie to if you don't want to be caught.
Or maybe it's just that I'm a klutz and can be fairly clumsy.
Sometimes I say really silly nonsensical things and I'm a fan of absurdist humor. Some people find me hilarious, but others just think I'm really corny. I like to think I'm both.
Horror, science fiction, and British comedic films are oftentimes my favorites.
My musical taste spans from classic rock to the baroque. My listening preference all depends on the day. This week I've been listening to a lot of Nick Drake and Philip Glass.I'm pretty sure George Harrison is my spirit animal. I've also been playing a lot of music recently.
I can assure you that the way into my heart is through a mix tape.
Foreign foods, especially seafoods, are fantastic. As much as I enjoy red meats on occasion, I find fish both healthier and tastier. (Fun fact: I was once a vegetarian and now love well prepared tofu.)
M.C. Escher and Winslow Homer are easily my favorite artists and they have just about nothing in common.
A sense of self
And people to share them all with
If the Russians love their children too.
How I can make my momentary insignificance on this earth matter.
How much wood woodchucks chuck when nobody's looking.
For some reason rogue automatons like Friday nights.
(Update: I'm near-sighted in one eye and far-sighted in the other. I should wear my glasses more often.)
When I was child, and still a religious Jew, I accidentally had a slice of pepperoni and starting crying, because I thought God was going to smite me as a result. The moral of this story, you ask? Sometimes accidental processed meats happen. One must prepare oneself for when they do.
(To be clear, I'm not going to post private things that actually matter to me.)
You would enjoy accompanying me to the opera. Or a gypsy punk concert. Or a very cool exhibit at a museum. Or on a hike. Or to play checkers in Central Park.
Lastly, in case none of the above apply, you should message me if you think we'd get along. I like to think I'm a very open-minded and accepting person.
-If you message me with any variation of "what's up", there's a high chance I won't respond. I also know a poltergeist who's interested in haunting someone with so little to say. I'll point him your way at no monetary expense to you.