Raised on a grain farm in Minnesota, college in Wisconsin (B.S. Double Major in Chemistry and Dance), moved here for ballet/contemporary ambitions. Now I work for an artist, welding aluminum/stainless/copper/silicon bronze sculptures and generally existing. My varied focus points to a generally expanding hodgepodge, not completely satisfied, but not in a tiff either.
Someday, I will have my own farm, with two dariy cows, three pigs/year, 12 chickens, a horse and a dog (plus one ferocious cat). The garden will be three acres, and there will most definitely be a root cellar. Ideally, in the first year, there's a mass planting of fruit trees, but it's not essential to the grand vision. The shop will have tools and projects, plenty of grazing acreage and at least some forested bits. Next to a river? Ok, that's asking too much. But everything besides the river is going to happen, if I get the river it'd be a bonus, but I won't pass up a perfectly perfect place if it's not next to a narrowish body of water.
Otherwise, usually stretching, or doing something unproductive to unwind. Always making a point to make myself at least one excessively delicious meal per weekend.
Weekdays are a mix of work, stretching, climbing and being a lazyfuckhomebody.
Baking pie. Seriously, I make the best. They're pretty, delicious, varied and just fucking good!
...and welding: some aerospace quality aluminum, 6G(r) stainless and generally hot dime on dime action. A beauty all it's own, nudging a puddle of molten metal with 300 amps.
Eat: Anything, everything.
Herman Hesse, Gene Wolfe
Strangers With Candy, Arrested Development, Seinfeld, MST3K.
Musak: Oodles, just oodles.
Small music device
My own space
I realized I'm 27, and will be 30 in 2.1 years. Wow.
Socially laid back and personally intense, there is no better avenue for an expression of myself then touch.
We're probably not a match if you:
-Work in marketing, sales or graphic design
-Are not generally nice/considerate, being an outright asshole is no go.
-Are generally pedantic