I'M REALLY BAD AT:
Video games, telling you everything is going to work out fine, separating my work and my life, answering or talking on the phone, not losing my wallet, Being sexual when it's over 70 degrees.
My propensity for wearing hoodies.
MOIVES: Girl Interrupted, Midnight in Paris, The Color Purple, Mrs. Henderson Presents, Up, Step Brothers, Inglorious Bastards, Any Christmas movie that doesn't appear on Lifetime.
SHOWS: The Blacklist, Once Upon A Time, Sherlock, New Girl, TED Talks, Adventure Time, Broad City, Game Of Thrones, Real Time with Bill Maher, House of Cards
MUSIC: Vance Joy, John Fullbright, Avicii, Daughter, Lorde, Allen Stone, Fun., Ed Sheeran, Hugh Laurie, Delta Rae, Amos Lee, Leonard Cohen, Amy Winehouse, The Alabama Shakes, Tony Lucca, Andy grammer, Macklemore, Sarah Bareilles, ZZ Ward, The Marshall Tucker Band, The Band, Passanger, Frank Turner, The Lumineers, The Civil Wars, Mika, Kate Nash, Andrew Duhon, Ray Charles, Al green, Ottis Redding, Ernie Halter, John Legend, Mofro, Mumford and Sons, Ray LaMontagne, Adele, Eric Hutchinson, Elton John, P!nk, Old Crow Medicine Show, Bruno Mars, Hozier, Gin Wigmore Acoustic Lady Gaga, Jay brannan, Ani DiFranco, Emeli Sandé, Jason Isbell
FOOD: I'll eat anything as long as I don't have to cook it.
A sense of angst.
Why anyone would design a washer machine for a laundromat that didn't have a timer on it.
If I'm a bad dancer who dances more than he should or a very good dancer who doesn't really dance at all.
The most economic/clever way to say something.
The discrepancy between the social acceptance of a furry animal and the the social acceptance of a furry human.
What chord progression is the song I'm listening to.
How the word 'timeless' actually should be 'timeful' as it doesn't mean existing outside of reality but actually being so relevant that its relevance spans a whole bunch of time (and similar thoughts).
What makes things I like/hate the things I like/hate.
how many consumers really find the perfect place for those half circle shaped couches.
If being lost can feel like home.
Once, after losing custody of my children to my Ex-wife, I posed as a Old Scottish Nanny so I could see my children more than just once a week. I had my brother give me a total makeover which included, but was not limited to, fake boobs, grey wig and prosthetic face. Hijinks ensued (boy did they ever!) but, in the end, I learned a lot about what it means to love and what it means to be a parent.
Alright let me get serious for a moment.
I've sort of reached a breaking point or turning point, I don't know which really, but I'm at some type of point where I'm trying not to want much. I've spent so much time in NYC where everyone had to have this kind of shoe or this type of shirt or go to this club or have an apartment in this area and it was honestly just exhausting. I just couldn't stay connected to my work or myself or my relationships while wrapping things up in the prettiest bow i could buy. I recently threw out most of my things. I don't want to play house anymore. I don't want to take trips to ikea (I mean I do... but i fight the urge). I just wanna be a man in a room with his craft. I want to hang out with passionate people on shitty porches and take walks on cracked side walks. I want my collaborators to be like family. I want to name the mice. I want to think being able to buy bourbon nicer than Evan Williams means life is fantastic. I want to dig deeper when it's uncomfortable. I don't want an urban version of the movie Revolutionary Road. Where our plastic lives just looks different from suburban plastic cause ours are "awesome" and filled with mimosas, Ray Bands and Groupon. I don't say this because I think you should change how you live. I say this because it might make you think twice about if you really think we would get along and you deserve to be able to make that informed decision. We should both be happy. It's just that it may mean us being happy and respecting each other separately. It may mean we would be awesome friends and impossible lovers. or perhaps we would be better suited for civil war style pen pals. Who knows! All I do know is, I intend to live a gritty uncomfortable life and I don't think I want that to change anytime soon. Okay, Cupid, ::mic drop::