25 Minneapolis, United States
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My self-summary
I'm from Chicagoland, fell in love with Minneapolis, and now I have some serious travel ants in my pants. My favorite places in the world are Buenos Aires, El Bolsón, and Red Rocks, and my to-travel list is a mile long (Cuba, you're next).

ENFP, just like Barney from The Simpsons, according to the interwebz.

Gimme some live music, some flowing-like-wine conversation, and some art, and I'd say life is pretty damn good.
What I’m doing with my life
I’m an incurable, maybe even contagious, book-sniffer. I've been popping book spines for as long as I can remember. Now I get paid to read all day at a publishing company. Please, say it again: how big is your library?

I throw monthly events with my artist collective and best damn friends. We feature emerging writers, visual artists, musicians, and comedians at a local venue, and it's always the best night of my month. If you want to make me sa-woon, tell me what ways you create.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Red Hot Chili Peppers. The Beatles. STS9. Rodrigo y Gabriela. Al Green. Led Zeppelin. Emancipator. John Butler Trio. The Doors.

Anything Vonnegut. Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. David Sedaris. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Rant. Raymond Carver. Guante. e.e. cummings. Rupi Kaur. Cartwheel. The History of Love. This is How You Lose Her. In the Time of Butterflies.

Game of Thrones. Bob's Burgers. South Park. "I do what I want!"

Love & Mercy. Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Chico & Rita. Birdman. The Great Gatsby. Chicago. Hugo.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
The latest thing I'm fired up about. Current prime contenders: seafood from slave labor, how fucked immigration policy is in the US (borders are imaginary lines), garment industry sweatshops, and Chevron in the Amazon. "I may not be able to alter the violent forces in this world, but I can do my best to write them into the light."

How lucky I am to have such 10/10 people in my life.

How if I just woke up one hour earlier I could write, meditate, and exercise all before work. But then I remember that my sleeping self is an asshole, and won't be tricked into becoming a morning person.

Can I blame Mercury Retrograde for this?
On a typical Friday night I am
I tore my ACL skiing this winter, and now that my body has risen Khaleesi-style from the ashes I want to GET OUT. I want all the patio bars, bonfires, and crowded concerts I can get!
You should message me if
You're good vibes and have a few stories up your sleeves.