I am an archeologist, amateur aerialist, reader, writer, cyclist.
I look and live much younger than my biological age. I am very responsible, but also goofy, shy, awkward (favorite word ever,) and have a healthy inner child.
I tend to be a bit of a homebody, but I do get out for good live music (I have tickets for Diamanda Galas, Thurston Moore, and Henry Threadgill.)
When I win the lottery, I am going to hire Tim Burton to design a house with crooked architecture, secret passageways, and hallways that go nowhere.
All of my vices are inexpensive, except for the occasional book buying binge.
Update: Just bought my first home! Walking distance to my office and to my favorite music venues downtown. I am pleased.
Music is my serotonin reuptake inhibitor.
Descriptors: Optimistic. Introverted. Stoic. Whimsically Humored. Meticulous. Awkward. Autoluminescent.
I'm kind of terrified and overwhelmed by the election.
Saying something unexpected.
Using present participles.
I have eclectic taste in music. About the only genre I find irredeemably bad is contemporary country.
Lately I have been obsessed with No Wave and Free Jazz
Favorite band Sonic Youth
The Velvet Underground
Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros
Balkan Beat Box
Tom Spanbauer His book "In the City of Shy Hunters" is my Bible.
Everything is Illuminated
Wings of Desire
Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Priscilla Queen of the Desert
The Coen Brothers
TV: I don't watch much TV, but I own everything Joss Wedon has done and watch his shows with religious fervor.
Battlefrackingstar Galatica. Venture Brothers.
Holy shit, True Detective!
How my life feels like an ee cummings poem.
When I was about eight years old a teacher told my class that, on average, a human being would take 13 million breaths before dying. Of course to my eight year old mind this meant that I had better start breathing slower, or better yet, hold my breath as long as I could, as often as I could. I know better now, but still secretly enjoy holding my breath in hope of extended life.