I appreciate irony but not cynicism. Spontaneity, not mindlessness. I place a high value on sincerity and am a pathological kidder. I enjoy all culture except that taken too seriously. I've done a little international traveling, and think I would feel comfortable any place on the planet.
I listen intently to others and speak my mind. I'm gregarious, can
talk to anyone and enjoy doing so. I try to avoid complaints, clichés,
pretension, prejudice, being judgmental, and repeating myself.
I prefer being a participant over being a spectator.
"Average" as my body type is not particularly descriptive. I'm currently channeling Ernest Hemingway's physique from his early 40's (minus the facial hair). I don't own the Jack Britton style boxing tights (yet).
A friend brought me to the YMCA in the middle of Bogotá's red light district. Two community police hanging at the YMCA offered to take us on a tour of the neighborhood. The director of the YMCA had never walked around outside the facility and wanted to come along. The tour included two or three of the brothels. Many kids came up and hugged the director while we walked around outside. Their mothers were inside, busy with their work. One tip I learned: the women soliciting on the sidewalk are not women.
I've spent most of my working life running startups. I'm taking a paid vacation from entrepreneurship right now (i.e. I have an actual job).
Negotiating environments packed with extreme emotional kurtosis.
My bus book this week was Codrescu's The Poetry Lesson. In the last chapter, he describes a night in Mexico he re-enacted a scene from Malcolm Lowry's book Under the Volcano involving compulsively visiting a series of mezcal joints. Staring through one eye at dawn, he hires the largest and nastiest-looking prostitute and asks her just to get him safely to his hotel. She does so, charging him double her normal rate.
One of my favorite descriptions of destructive obsession is from Martin Amis' review of this same book and the life of the author. During the journeyman stage of his lethal alcoholism, Lowry once chugged a bottle of olive oil on the chance that it was hair tonic.
Am super far behind in movie watching. I'm halfway through Casablanca and have seen the first 30 minutes of The Machinist. There are a lot of half-watched movies on my list that I'd like to finish.
Dick Cavett rules.
"The night after confirming the calculations, Houtermans walked with his girlfriend beneath a perfect moonless sky. She looked up at the stars lighting up the sky and remarked at how bright they were. He said: 'Let me tell you why, and tonight we will be the only two people on the planet who know.'"
(This was the guy who first worked out that stars are nuclear furnaces.)