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My self-summary
Just your average Harvard dropout...

As a child, my mother made me watch Steven Seagal movies. Don't ask me why. She just has a thing for Buddhist pith and overweight men with ponytails. Everyone has their flaws.

Betpak Dala is my theme song. Finback whales are my spirit animal. Guitar is overrated, except for in flamenco. Puro flamenco is under-appreciated. Peace is attainable in our lifetime. Pandora is for losers. Tumblr is greater than Pinterest, but I don't expect the world to understand.

I thoroughly believe that LA is the greatest town in the US. Probably not the best city, but the greatest town. I've lived in six states - both coasts and in between - and am pretty stubborn in my assessment.

As a child, my mom and dad would make it a point to drag me to museums against my will. They always felt like mausoleums of art, antiquities, and natural history. Now, even though I like learning about prehistory, history, and art, I only go to modern art museums. That is, unless I'm going to a museum for the sole purpose of eating. I have a thing for museum food.

I make easy friends with people but am always wearing a poker face to conceal my broad distrust of humanity. I believe doors have locks for reasons, or at least one. If you live in an area with raccoons, at least two.

As a small child, I always envied the Suzuki kids who started playing violin since, like, teething. I adored violin early on but am grateful to my parents for not putting me in Suzuki method training like those poor kids. For as long as I can remember, my mom would always play Isaac Stern's classic interpretation of Vivaldi's Four Seasons in the car, and it had a profound effect on me. Then, when I finally was allowed to play violin, I loved learning that it was created to mimic the human voice.

In general, I don't trust people who have use of their available limbs but refuse to dance.

Most of my fondest memories involve 1) road trips related to hamburger taste-testing or finding out where the sidewalk ends, 2) people I've now long lost touch with, or 3) being by the sea. There's also the time my mom, after double arthroscopic knee surgery, owned the dance floor at my sister's wedding reception.

The greatest hamburger in the US can be found at the Philbrook Museum of Fine Art in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I no longer eat beef.

This universe has a resonance and a rhythm that creates music. Being alive allows us to be aware of that music, and not being alive, we become a part of it. Dancing is our way of saying thanks for being alive.

I have a thing for Kazakhstan. Don't ask me why. It's just a thing.

When I was 20, I left school and spent 13 months of my life homeless. If I had this life to live over, I would make it a point of getting that in there again somehow.

My ideal partner enjoys dancing, tolerates foreign films, and knows that I prefer him being quiet over saying nothing of import. You probably don't realize it, but men talk too much. Other than that, balanced height-weight proportions, adroit conversationalism, reasonable self-care, practice of at least a few Western adult norms, and discreet / minimal geekdom will get you pretty much where you want to go with me.

My family lives on the East Coast, and I've been on my own here in California since I was 20. My family is Southern, but we're black, so it's the okay kind of Southern.

Sure, I'm looking for a soulmate and someone to father some children with me, but I'd consider all of this a win if we go to Eastern Kazakhstan together and keep in touch afterward.

After picking up cello in my mid-twenties to add to violin, flute, and timpani, I decided to get a tanpura. For as long as I've been driving, I have always played Beatles albums or classic Bollywood in the car, which had a profound effect on me. Then, when I made up my mind to play tanpura, I loved learning that it was created to mimic the sound of the universe.

When we get married and have two or three children, at least one will have a first name that requires Cyrillic. We'll complain for the first ten years to anyone who will listen about how no one pronounces his/her name right, until the child acquiesces to social pressures and accepts however people say it, thus learning an important lesson in life and building character. Also, we will start the kids off young on Swahili, hula, and Qartvelian music lessons. But not too young.
What I’m doing with my life
I have a clothing label, a store, and a chocolate company. I'm working on the great American screenplay, orchestrating a cure for capitalism, and pioneering a whole new field of melodic tanpura. Basically, making this universe a better place, one day at a time.
I’m really good at
...waking up, making stovetop popcorn, playing tanpura, shaking my shang-a-lang, finding secret places, and appreciating the moment.
The first things people usually notice about me
My gigantic hair - I have an unintentional fro right now a la Patty and Selma Bouvier.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
All things JD Salinger, JP Melville, Beatles, and Dos Mukasan. All the President's Men. Z - Il Est Vivant. Illes. Closely Watched Trains. Cowboy Bebop. Turkish psych-folk. Kalyanji-Anandji. Asha Bhosle. Os Mutantes. Dostoevsky. Ken Nordine. Kin Dza-Dza. Jacques Dutronc. Duck fried rice. Crab fried rice. Rice crepes. Redacted Tonight. KPFK. GT Dave's. Borscht. Suuk. Silver Apples. Siguiriyas. Mystery Science Theatre 3000. Psychedelic soul.
Six things I could never do without
Someone to care about. Something to think about. Something to keep me going. Something to amuse me. Something to make something nice with. Someway to say "I was here."
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Normally, theoretical math. Lately, though, mainly Daneliya films...
On a typical Friday night I am
I'm normally closing up shop, then debating whether I should go somewhere to some dive bar dance club to show 'em how it's done, keep working, or stay home and play tanpura. Then, in the midst of mentally weighing the merits of each, I sit back, reclining on my chaise, and close my eyes (you know, just to rest them for a moment)...The next thing I know, it's Saturday morning.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I lied in my profile. I technically didn't drop out of Harvard. I'm on leave of absence.

Also, sticking to a paleo regimen has coerced me into eating beef again. As a pro-gay rights progressive and a devout atheist, I never thought I'd say it...god bless you, Carl's Jr.
You should message me if care about the fate of mankind. If you like happiness and pleasing things. If you're a guy who likes girls who like guys. If you're a man who likes women who like men. If you're man enough. If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run (or something equally poetic). If you're turned on when someone opens her mouth and something intelligent comes out. If something intelligent coming out of someone's mouth is a prerequisite for keeping your company. If you like looking at the stars, dreaming, and the smiles of small children. Or, you know, whatever.
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