i am humorous, curious, and resourceful—an urban survivalist of sorts, but not in survival mode. i haven't had a "real" job since the dot-com bust and yet i do not have roommates, buy art from artist friends because art, and have a 750+ FICO.
i take long walks to look at old buildings. i have never owned fewer than two bikes at any time. 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. i am not interested in dancing unless it looks like this.
working the angles, both acutely and obtusely.
getting into sticky situations.
getting out of sticky situations.
typos on teh internets.
keeping expectations looooooooooooow.
the art of self-sabotage.
i don't have time to watch television but i was binge-watching before it was a thing.
i read books. in the pile are Atwood, DFW, PKD, Houellebecq, von Neumann, Le Guin, Dawkins, Hofstadter, Lethem, Womack, Morrow, Vonnegut, Munro . . .
i also read textbooks . . . on theoretical computer science . . . for fun. would you like to know why the Quicksort algorithm has an efficiency of O(n·logn)? no? fine.
- 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
that said, on Friday night i might be found eating Amy's frozen pizza (olive, mushroom, and ad-hoc pepperoni), drinking a good <$10 wine, catching up on NPR, and searching youtube for the twisted, the forgotten, the profound, while sitting in my cubbyhole, waiting, waiting.