I play jazz and polo, read, ride horses and motorcycles, bike, backpack and garden on my roof. There is usually have a creative project or two in the works. I keep up on current events in a serious way, bordering on obsessive. Near warm water, I dive. Near cold water, ski. I think about returning to a few old hobbies, such as sculpting, but not just yet. My preference is old-school figurative, though I did weld a bit on the metal figures in the photos, which were originally exhibited, temporarily, in a dramatic desert environment.
I have great friends, many of whom I've known for a very long time. I believe that chivalry is not dead, loyalty is not out of style and in leaving the world better than we found it. Give me interesting thoughts, a perfect line, the right touch, the one true note. Snuggling is good, too.
I've officiated at nine weddings.
Things I'd like to practice/improve these days: music, Spanish, French, archery, and enough soccer skills to join a pickup game.
Technology by day (i.e. work), and yoga, without a driving need to talk about either.
The part that I was told to include by a female friend: 'smart, charming, clever, kind, sweet, edgy, slightly nuts and wonderful.'
At least five books by friends and one by a friend of my father. Back issues of Lapham's Quarterly to take on trips, and New Yorkers which I pass, after I've read them, to a literate homeless gentlemen who frequents my street.
Music: The usual is jazz or long things with clever words, but then... my playlists say otherwise. I can sing the lyrics to an astonishing number of songs, which is sometimes good, sometimes not. I am self-aware that way.
[I'll come back to those last two as the situation warrants…]
- Passport, maps, the usual accoutrements.
- The Outside. The World. The World Outside.
- New things to learn. It's a habit.
- Books. Magazines. Things to read.
- My rooftop garden, humble though it may be.
- Serious amusement
- People. Certain people.
I make that to be six, precisely. My profile, my rules.
Shakespeare could have been talking about you when he wrote: 'Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale / Her infinite variety: other women cloy / The appetites they feed: but she makes hungry / Where most she satisfies'