I am a golden god. My mother was the goddess of the river and my father was a lightning bolt that struck my mother's womb. I wasn't born; I punched my way out of her forehead and kicked a shark in the gut and that is how---okay, no, that's not true. I teach, write, and practice martial arts. I'm learning Mandarin, and I'm shy enough to invent a ridiculous mythological backstory to get attention. I hope this is sufficient..?
Oh! I like long walks on the beach, strong coffee, and assertive women.
I also dream of producing an exploitation film about a young guy from Salt Lake City who moves to the Bronx with the hope of becoming a great Jewish baker. I call it, "Challah at Ya Goy."
Also, I apparently have a lot of dimples that show when I smile.
Movies: Time Crimes, The Comedy, Solaris, Seven Psychopaths, Yojimbo
Food: Indian, Chinese, Italian.
And... I like R&B, among other things
I suppose five and six would be oxygen and water, respectively, but I'm working on a way to get around that.
Also the absurdity of man's search for meaning when balanced against his inherent vulnerability as a decomposing meat bag. J/k! Mostly adventuring.