Jewish4Uish
51 Seattle, United States
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My self-summary
Midwest boy.
World traveler.
Adventurous soul.
Huge music fan, voracious reader.
Two men reading together in bed = bliss.

I am driven, passionate, and funny.
What I’m doing with my life
The flip answer is that I make money in my pajamas.

I can flesh that out in person.

I partner with Amazon and sell collections online, mostly books, music, and movies. Most of my work is consignment, making money for individuals, families, businesses, and nonprofits.

Way fun.
I’m really good at
communicating, listening, laughing, selling things, lounging in the hammock, making the people I love feel good.
The first things people usually notice about me
That I don't look like I'm from 'round here?
Bedroom eyes? Olive skin?
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
The first 3 are my avocation and vocation. 19K songs in iTunes.

Just finished Michael Cunningham's latest book. Lovely. Not his best, but damn good.

Ruth Gordon's "An Open Book" has always stayed with me.

There's a Mates of State song that I can't get out of my head right now.

Food = yes. I buy a share in an organic farm in Curtis, WA, so veggies/fruit/flowers come from the farm every week. My porch is one of their drop sites and I love supporting their farming.
The six things I could never do without
Give 'em an inch, they want a mile...here's 8

family/friends
art
the love of a pet
gardening space/growing things
Black Women Who Wail
frequent flier miles
online banking
self-employment
I spend a lot of time thinking about
what an amazing job my parents did with building a life, giving back, and raising three good people.
On a typical Friday night I am
Nothing typical in my weekly structure. Being self-employed, I've never applied thoughts like TGIF or Hump Day or dreading a Monday.

Friday is the sabbath, but I'm afraid my Shabbat candles are not always lit.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
My mother called throwing up "whoops"-ing.

"Do you feel like you need to whoops?"

I made it to Northwestern University thinking everyone called it "whoops". Oops.
You should message me if
you think there's a spark.
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