I moved to the US from Russia when I was 9. I will pass for your typical CA intellectual when you first meet me; but it won't be long before the foreign roots come out. I drive a luxury car, with a manual transmission. I will always hold its door for you, even in a fight. I'll speed and disregard the signs, but drive courteously and with great concern for your comfort. When you turn on the radio, I will move to the beat; but have absolutely no idea who the artist is. If another driver does something ridiculous, I won't resort to road-rage; but will make a very dark comment positing psychiatric diagnoses or questioning his fitness for the gene pool. Don't protest, I'm not actually judging him - this is just my sense of humor.
I DO know how to clean up and become the good Jewish boy my mother raised when I go to meet your family. I'll even ditch the almost exclusively black wardrobe for this. In fact; when your racist, alcoholic uncle-by-marriage starts praising Donald Trump, I'll restore the peace with an objective political comment everyone can agree to.
I grew up in an urban wilderness. Authority is a racket and collectivism a naive myth. All that matters is the people worth being close to, because everything else will be gone the moment someone 1000's of miles away accidentally throws the wrong switch. I respect responsibility and self-reliance, and a laugh or a mocking poem at the expense of people without these.
Don't worry, I won't start coaching not therapizing you on a date. I do that up to 50 hours a week, it's the last thing I want to do in my private life.
Predicting the outcomes of elections and political crises.
De-escalating conflict and building consensus.
Fixing things around the house.
- My closest friends - they are my therapists, my advisers, my umpires, and my posse.
- An Android device w/ high-speed internet.
- My Smith & Wesson Special Ops (that's a utility KNIFE, not a gun.)
- A secluded place in nature to occasionally retreat to, on a hike or camping trip, alone or with a companion.
- And an occasional excursion into cerebral domination.
At a good local music show or art exhibit. Many of my friends are artists in various forms and I have the privilege of frequent invitations.
I'm adept at counting cards (it's nothing like the movies), so occasionally you might find me at a local casino.
Walking. In a park. On the beach. Down the street. It doubles as exercise, but primarily it's a means of meditation. Often done in seclusion to get my processing up to speed with the constant onslaught of complex human behavior that is my work.