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 have a freakishly fast metabolism that requires me to eat large amounts of fried food and ice cream just to maintain my weight. I eat like a five year old (if said five year old had extremely irresponsible parents.)
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.
I don't care much about money, but apparently other people do, so I'll just say that I earn more than I need, have no debt, and 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.
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
Rowland S Howard
The Lounge Lizards
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!
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. This greatly distressed my parents because they, more than once, found me passed out from holding my breath too long. I eventually wised up, but I still secretly enjoy holding my breath in hope of extended life.
I used to think that a roadrunner was my power animal/spirit guide, but now I am fairly certain that it is Iggy Pop.