I just moved to Brooklyn from a four year stint in San Francisco. Hello-boxes-and-suitcases and oh-can-you-find-me-a-bed-Mr-Craigslist kind of new. So... if you need an icebreaker, you can definitely start by telling my anything at all you like doing in the city, 'cause I can guarantee it's new to me.
A story: I'm from Alabama originally, a fact that surprises the people who have encountered my measured speech and fiery liberalism. A childhood spent in the South made me hypersensitive to certain cultural features--among them racism, poverty, an appreciation for a good dry rub, fried okra, barefootedness, and the song Sweet Home Alabama.
Being so finely tuned to the twang of Sweet Home Alabama, regardless of my like or dislike for the song itself, I find it worthwhile to note the incongruent and unlikely places I have heard that song spring up. The two most surreal instances were both abroad. The first was in crowded tent full of Bavarians in lederhosen. The horns and accordions of the oompah band in the middle that suddenly broke out into this instantly recognizable song was so unexpected that it almost made me dizzy.
The second was at the tail end of a months long trip I had spent riding a horse across Mongolia. I was tired and grimy in a way that's difficult to fathom but easy to smell. On the outskirts of Ulaanbaatar, it's possible to hitchhike across parts of the countryside. In the van that had picked me up, made for 9 and seating 14, someone's cell phone rang. The ring tone? Sweet Home Alabama. Unfortunately, my Mongolian wasn't quite good enough to explain the long laughter that followed.
My height, my beard, and on occasion my laugh.
Movies: O Brother, Where Art Thou?, Amelie, The Lord of the Rings, The Iron Giant, Wall-E, Y Tu Mama Tambien, Synecdoche, NY
Music: Sufjan Stevens, The Decemberists, Sigur Ros, Beirut, Devendra Banhart, Andrew Bird, RJD2, Ratatat, chamber pop, gypsy rock
Oh food, how I love thee... Good food, hot chocolate, waffles, truffles, olive oil, fresh fruit, salads
A good laugh
A good book
A sense of humor
Also, I'm shocked that I have never been arrested.
(update: no longer true, but I'll leave it be while I consider something to replace it with)
Or if I've stalked you more than twice. I'm clearly interested and just trying to get up the cajones to humiliate myself in an online fashion.