I'm a cat gentleman. It's like a cat lady, but less sad--more distinguished.
If 1980's Michael J. Fox and Nietzsche had a kid, I would get along famously with that guy. We'd sip bourbon into the wee hours and play backgammon, debate literature, trade bad-movie wisecracks and repartee, hold forth on John Cassavettes or the merits of a Reese's "Big Cup", have probing, revelatory life-talks, and be doubles partners in tennis.
I grew up on a horse farm...It was odd. (Note: this is not a euphemism for me being sexually abused by horses. It's complicated.)
I'm more a person's person than a people person. To be a regular practitioner of irony and levity is important; but more so the occasional the ability to stop on dime and really say something.
I like to tell a good yarn; and I've endured certain absurd lengths knowing secretly they could provide material. Anecdotes and refreshing, irreverent points of view make me happy.
"Miss Carpenter. Please. I know my business. You just keep your eyes open for any bananafish." --Seymour Glass
"I've decided to become a mensch. You know what that means? A human being." -- Jack Lemmon, The Apartment
Meanwhile: Oiling up SF's old, rich, white ladies (translation: I'm a certified massage therapist).
I ghostwrote some strange books years ago...
Teaching my phone a lot of four letter words.
Finally--after more than two decades of trying--making delicious fried rice.
Collecting weird true stories. Ask me about Operation Acoustic Kitty.
Revising other people's personal statements for school.
Chopping vegetables (I have an enthusiasm for it, I should say).
Runners Up: Grendel, Pictures from an Institution (I tend to love novels written by poets), Kerouac, Elect Mr. Robinson For a Better World. Short Stories: Barthelme, Carver, Wolff, Jesus' Son, David Gates. Poetry: Frost, Robert Lowell, Schuyler, Ashbury.
Blue Valentine, Five Easy Pieces, Chinatown, The Last Detail, Black Swan, Faces, The Graduate, The Conversation, Bullhead, Take Shelter, Head-on, The Master, Punch Drunk Love, Coen Bros., Michael Clayton, Inception, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, Greenberg, The Squid and the Whale, and anything Noah Baumbach, and most things Cassavetes.
Music: Lykke Li, Taken By Trees, Julia Stone--don't know why I dig so much these ethereal-voiced chick singers. Ratatat, Bob Dylan, Tom Waits, Laura Gibson, Adam Green, The Blow, Elvis Perkins. This guy Jackson C. Frank is amazing and so totally unknown; dude has the saddest life story ever.
Comedy: Louis C.K.
Food: Vegetarian, with regular cheeseburger binges.
The Great Catsby (pictured)
Sense of hu'
A world that let's you have more than six things
How absolutely insane a lot of people sound once you've gotten the low-down on them.
As Raymond Carver says, "Fundamental accuracy of statement."
My cat shits standing up; and I can't help but be proud.
Okay, maybe still contact me. Tiara is the dealbreaker.