native New Yorker and inveterate Gen-Xer (and loving it) with only a modicum of snark. i am irreverent, curious, and resourceful—an urban survivalist of sorts but not in survival mode. self-employed for many years, i live in Brooklyn with a plush grey cat that sheds magic happy dust, and buy art from artist friends because ART.
i take long walks to look at old buildings. lately, many of these buildings have been replaced with soulless boxes of glass and steel or with huge pits to be filled with same. i own three bikes and three turntables, evincing where my priorities lie. i like when the streets are empty and the pie tin is full. i do not like when the streets are crowded and there is no pie.
Carl Sagan was my TV father figure, Racer X was the ideal big brother i never had, and MAD magazine was my secret schoolbook. i played my mom's Motown and Beatles albums, the soundtracks to Star Wars and Close Encounters, and my grandfather's scratchy old classical LPs on his 1960s console. the first album i ever bought with my own money was Barry Manilow's Greatest Hits, Vol. 2.
at 47, i went back to grad school to study something often referred to as "Big Data," a field that can be exploited for either dominating the world or improving it. i'm going with the latter.
enjoying my alligator http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Muc4CzgHL.jpg
watching this guy: https://youtu.be/7i1k7_IrGg8
finding ever-newer ways to lower expectations. (there was a research paper, i think from Norway, that claimed this is the key to happiness. there was another research paper that claimed the key to good sex is wearing socks while doing it, probably from the same researchers.)
typos on the internet.
not using the three turntables i have.
books: in the pile are Lethem, Atwood, Murakami, DFW, PKD, Houellebecq, Dawkins, Hofstadter, Brookner, Vonnegut, Munro . . .
Blood Meridian is a favorite.
i go to local music/art venues, recitals, the symphony, or anything off the beaten path. my musical tastes range from early instrumental to post-modern experimental noise, with lots of fiddly bits in between. i think Joanna Newsom is a pixie genius. i was obsessed with David Sylvian for years, but i'm over it now. Debussy is my homeboy and various flavors of shoegaze are always welcome. if i invite you to a live music show, it's likely to be something unusual.
Indie film/theaters, WNYC, WFMU, podcasts—all that stuff you also like.
some favorite films: The Loved One; I Shot Andy Warhol; With a Friend Like Harry; Memento; Bicycle Thieves; A Night at the Opera; TRON (1982); Watership Down; nearly anything featuring Roddy McDowell.
independent bookstores are my happy places. i'm running out of happy places. (long live The Strand.) well, Fishs Eddy makes me kind of happy, too.
- customary suits of solemn black
- windy suspiration of forced breath
- the fruitful river in the eye
- the dejected 'havior of the visage
- all forms, moods, shapes of grief
- the trappings and the suits of woe
sitting in my cubbyhole, waiting, waiting. http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo5j8jWYsi1qbbla8o1_500.jpg
long walks off short piers, romantic dinners at the abattoir, and so on. (if you've read this far, you might have noticed that sarcastic banter is attractive to me. i'm a sarcasexual.
you don't think homework sucks [http://i.imgur.com/W5n9x.gif]
you have more goof than guile (or equal measures).
you want to binge-watch Stranger Things with me.
you agree that this—minus the cheesy intro—is one of the greatest moments in TV history. [http://y2u.be/XTNGg0Tj5Aw]
or maybe you are just funny and sweet and ride your bike and stay up late. that's an excellent start.