Logophile and music junkie with an outdoors bent. I try to take the stairs and drive with the windows down. "Whatever" is a phrase I think should generally be replaced with "Hell, yeah!" and the question "What are you reading?" should always have an answer.
On a quest to find the best waterfalls, dumplings, cocoa, and brunch (not necessarily in one location...)
I'm very much into enjoying what I do, when I can't do what I enjoy.
-Looking up words I frequently use, every time I use them, to make sure they still mean what I think they mean (childhood hero turned cautionary tale #1: Vizzini.)
-Licking my elbow (I was a champion before the phantom limb juicers took over the sport)
I also recently learned how to make ice cubes the right way. I used to dump the extra water out so they wouldn't freeze together, but that's the part that makes them easier to grab! My cold-drink making efficiency has increased threefold.
1) Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close 2) As I Lay Dying 3) A Song of Ice and Fire 4) Never Let Me Go 5) Sometimes a Great Notion
Last 4 out: Tolstoy, Beattie, The God of Small Things, Thucydides
Honorable Mention: The Phantom Tollbooth, Infinite Jest, Masters of Rome (Series)
Last Book Read: Welcome to Nightvale
Currently: The Magicians
1) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind 2) American Beauty 3) Spirited Away 4) The Squid and the Whale 5) 28 Days Later
Last 4 out: Up, Snatch, The Wrong Guy, Garden State
1)The National 2) Josh Ritter 3) Anais Mitchell 4) Modest Mouse 5) The Decemberists
Last 4 out: Wilco, Blind Pilot, Yes, Sigur Ros
Last Show: Folk Fest
In My Head: Old Haunts
-Irony (Situational, that is)
-Ice Cream (Pretty sure I have a second stomach. No you can't dissect me for your thesis, unless maybe Phish Food is involved. Maybe.)
-Pockets (2nd greatest invention of all time.)
-A strawberry-banana-blueberry-kale-maple smoothie after a hard run.
And those runs where your shuffle picks all the perfect songs.
If anything will mean anything soon now that we've crossed the line and "literally" is literally its own antonym.
In a vacuum, I prefer a nightspot where I can make eye contact and listen at the same time without having to out-trumpet an elephant herd, or one where swing dancing (poorly, for now) is encouraged.
I'm even happier to gather an intimate group on a collection of couches, perhaps settling Catan or building seven wonders, nurturing a fire, or passing pictionary-telephone scrawlings around, laughing and creating new touchstones.