Making thimple sings complicated.
Hiking in the dark.
Swimming in lentils.
That I've got enthusiastic curiosity above fashionable levels, above casual levels, above dork levels, and sometimes even above eyeball levels. Strongly curious.
For this they say I'm odd. In person, they say I'm friendly.
I tend toward documentaries and nonfiction, but I love thoughtful, novel creativity in all media. I admire brave journalism.
I write quickly but read exceptionally slowly. I stop to caress any phrases I especially appreciate.
I'm all about noncommercial music (such as us singing together la la).
I love cooking from scratch without a recipe. Right now I appear to be roasting up an indigestible profile with a side of sauce.
1. That lightbulb moment
1. Meeting guileless laughers
1. Smelling forest air
1. Wide variety of cheap ethnic savors
1. The counting numbers
Am I getting near six things yet?
Of course this is only the case on Friday nights.
I'm not a drinker, but not quite a teetotaler. My aversion isn't about the drinks. It's the drink-devoted people or drinking places and events. Not my cup of tea, or water.
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You're wondering, laughing or humming.
You have an idea. World citizens especially welcomed.
You are physical and sweet and 'dlike to meet.
Despite what it says in the official OK Gluepit records, I do not live in Sebastopol. I've barely been there. I live smack in the middle of San Francisco.