Here is a haiku describing me:
Afro gently sways
"Artsy fartsy," they call him
What, hummus? Yes please.
Movies: 2001, Brazil, Dreams, Lost in Translation, Casablanca, Eternal Sunshine, Synecdoche NY, anything Miyazaki/Wes Anderson/Jeunet/Kurosawa, etc, etc, etc
Music: The Dodos, Queen, Mark Kozelek, Maurice Ravel, Steve Reich, Arcade Fire, Elliott Smith, Trail of Dead, Broken Social Scene, Sigur Ros, Dismemberment Plan, Bjork, Massive Attack, Explosions in the Skyyyy, Land of Talk, Masashi Hamauzu, and my neighbor I don't speak to who plays sweet drum machine beats and mumbles into the mic, though I haven't heard him in months so I wonder whether he moved or he lost his passion for the art after a musically traumatizing incident or he noticed me continually throwing parties outside his window
Artistes: Mucha, Jean Giraud, James Jean, Zdzislaw Beksinski, Amano, Eyvind Earle, my 6 year old sister. She makes the best hand turkeys.
Food: Sushi. And thai. And filipino. Anything deeply marinated in liquid delicious. And bubble tea. Damn I love bubble tea.
1. Pencils that break right after I sharpen them
2. Windowless rooms. Gotta get my photosynthesis on son
3. Birds poopin on my car. Stop it guys seriously.
4. The delightful fragrance of Savannah's paper mill
5. Waking up before my alarm goes off. Without fail. Or with fail, I suppose.
...You're a cool cat. Or a normal temperature cat, whatever.
...You're not just here to smang it, girl
...You try not to step on earthworms if you can.
Or just because you wanna.