PelicansAreCool
54 Portland, United States
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My self-summary
I'm not much for having my picture taken, but that's because I don't really like being the center of attention. I'm usually the one taking the picture (that sounds creepier than it should).

I work as a director (see? not so creepy, but potentially slimy) and I shoot fine art photography (ew! is that code for gratuitous naked people?) that isn't gratuitous naked people, but actually pretty evocative landscape stuff (whew!).

Besides, I have two kids and they're so friggin photogenic that when I do take pictures of people I'd rather take pictures of them (way less creepy).

I like being single, but I'm not going to lie. It gets lonely. I'd really like to meet someone who makes singleness seem intolerable. Someone who blows my world wide open and thinks I do the same to hers.

It's a pretty high bar, though, for both of us and I'm good with that. Be amazing. Funny. Fit. Thoughtful. Fun. Responsible. And most of all kind. I promise I'll be all that back.
What I’m doing with my life
I started a company that I thought was going to revolutionize an entire industry. It didn't. It flamed out, taking my life's savings with it. So most of my waking hours are spent trying to figure out where to go from here.

And a lot of my sleeping hours are spent awake.

Especially with two kids who are with me almost half the time, one of whom is ASD (which is code for gloriously creative, super funny, and insanely thoughtful -- when he's not being totally oblivious).

Oh, and I come with a dog. Or rather, he comes with me. I got him for my daughter, but when she's not around (and let's be honest, a good portion of the time she is), I'm the one who picks up his poop which means I get to have him along for company whenever I want, which is a lot because he's a funny, friendly, happy goofball.

I've started down a new career path without entirely leaving the old one and that means I'm not exactly free to hang out with you every night and watch old Bing Crosby movies or try to figure out ways to cook squash so that it doesn't taste like, you know, squash.

Not that I don't want to. You seem amazing. But we're going to have to take things pretty slowly for a while, at least until I find my sea legs.

Can you be okay with that, at least for the time being?
I’m really good at
Figuring out how things are going to turn out, but for the completely wrong reasons (this has been insanely valuable when it comes to the stock market and stupidly frustrating when predicting my own future).

Making bizarre connections.

Coming up with theories. (I know, for example, which came first, the chicken or the egg.)

Finding the funny in even the most horrific situation.

Picking myself up and starting over (lots of practice with that one).

Spilling on my new shirt.

Making lists and then losing them.

Writing complaint letters.
The first things people usually notice about me
is my decisiveness. No, wait, it's something else.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
I read mostly non-fiction. Food porn. You know, books about the history of a certain spice or what happens to the proteins in meat at 130 degrees.

I like fiction as well, but I have a pretty high bar for writing and there isn't a lot out there that gets me interested. Lately, it's Michael Chabon for his incredible imagery.

In movies, I go for great writing, too. 'The Princess Bride', 'Diva', 'Shanghai Noon'... lots of comedies. But then there's 'Trois Couleurs' (a masterpiece), 'Slumdog Millionaire', 'Let the Right One In', 'Children of God'... I used to watch a lot of foreign films, but with a nine- and an eight-year-old, the closest I come anymore is 'Ratatouille'.

My musical tastes are bizarre. Most of what I listen to is North African Rai or Eastern European gypsy music or Cuban Son or some other obscure stuff where you have no idea what the lyrics say. (I know, weird. Not about the writing.)

Lately, I've got Pandora tuned to Antonio Carlos Jobim. I also like Maná, Led Zeppelin, Chopin, and Pink Martini. Please don't make me listen to Brittney Spears, Cher, Abba, or anything rap or hip hop.

Every once in a while I'll go on a musical quest. For a while, I was trying to find the sound of a smoky Paris nightclub at 2:00 in the morning –– a sultry singer, stand-up bass, drum set, maybe a piano. I stumbled onto Diana Krall, Madeline Peyroux, Melody Gardot, Norah Jones, and Kat Edmonson. (Digression: If you don't absolutely, completely love Kat Edmonson's version of 'Summeritme', we are simply not going to get along. I play it at least once every other day and it never fails to give me goose bumps. Seriously.)

Where was I? Oh yeah. When I got a new car I found myself looking for late-night driving music. So far I've got Massive Attack, Gotan Project, Mercan Dede, Parov Stellar. Got any suggestions?

Food? I love red food. Anything red: Gazpacho, red meat, bouillabaisse, salmon, cherries, red peppers, a nice rioja, nectarines, seared ahi, romesco... Two important qualifications, by the way: 1) Coloring something red doesn't make it taste better. (I'm probably addicted to lycopene and anthocyanins.) 2) This only seems to hold for actual food. Red licorice? Doesn't do it for me.

Yeah, it must be the lycopene and anthocyanins.

And bread. I mean, I really love bread. Those crusty Italian loaves with the chewy, tangy interior.
The six things I could never do without
My kids. (I know, corny but true.)
Bread. Real bread. Crusty, chewy, yummy bread.
Coffee.
Ideas. Not necessarily mine.
Tomatoes.
Italy.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
My kids. (I know, corny but true.)
Bread. Real bread. Crusty, chewy, yummy bread.
Coffee.
Ideas. Not necessarily mine.
Tomatoes.
Italy.
On a typical Friday night I am
Preparing a spectacular feast for my kids. Sometimes they mow it all down and I feel like the greatest chef in the world. Other times they turn up their noses and say hurtful things like "A little light on the saffron in the bouillabaisse, huh, Daddy?" and "Tarte tatin again? I want a popsicle"

Precocious little critics.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
When I'm stressed, I have these dreams in which something is about to happen, but never does.
You should message me if
you can't stand the suspense.
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