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My self-summary
We could polish this up to look as desirable as possible; however, that isn't going to get us anything but shiny objects and slippery fingers.

Activities: A decently brewed cup of joe with a great friend. A well written book and a pen in hand to underline the best parts. Attempting hardware projects just to prove that I can. Pretending that I'm a local. On foot with my camera. Closing my eyes and hypothetically dreaming unknown futures to the sounds I hear of the present. [Feel free to stop reading at any time]. Summer afternoons listening to my grandparents share stories from the past. Mailing polaroids anonymously to random addresses with lines from great poets written on them. Taking things apart just to see how they work. Reading bedtime stories while performing the voices. Playing for solids because I really like stripes. Talking to the house plants in hopes they will grow stronger. Non-obtrusively viewing someone else's existence. Night swimming in a darkened pool lit by the stars. Conjuring jokes about the wicked. Watching the taillights drive away and pondering where they go. Secretly touching the museum art pieces. Experiencing life in slow motion with my headphones on as if it all has a continous soundtrack.

Interests: Philosophy. Black and White films. The French Revolution. Photography. The books on a shelf of another's library. Unplanned road trips. Trees. Postcards. Feeling another's laughter. Impressionism. Handwritten letters. Unknown artists. Subtitles. Printmaking. The Beat Generation. Numb fingers holding cold chess pieces. The shape of the clouds. Sporadically passionate kissing. Small cities trapped in a snow globe. Unsung heroes. Obscure individuals that have changed humanity...
What I’m doing with my life
My grandfather once told me, "It's not what you're doing but who you're doing it with that truly makes the difference."

I'm several years into researching the theoretical relationship between photography & death... usually found with a book in one hand and a red pencil in the other; whether in line at the DMV or at home on the sofa.

...Along with logging over two hundred volunteer hours a year.
I’m really good at
Seeing beyond the extension of my own hand.

...and knowing next to nothing when the conversation inevitably turns to popular culture.
The first things people usually notice about me
I don't know what they usually first notice, but I can tell you what they usually first comment on.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
:: Joan Didion.
:: Roland Barthes.
:: Francesco Petrarch.
:: Truman Capote.
:: Albert Camus.
:: Pablo Neruda.
:: René Descartes.
:: Susan Sontag.
:: David Hume.

:: Adventures in Babysitting.
:: Benny & Joon.
:: Sleepless In Seattle.
:: The Truth About Cats & Dogs.
:: Say Anything.
:: Overboard.
:: Dolores Claiborne.
:: A League Of Their Own.
:: Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter Is Dead.
:: Home Alone.
:: (I have a thing for Maya Deren.)

:: Six Feet Under.
:: Northern Exposure.
:: My So Called Life.
:: Breaking Bad.
:: The Walking Dead.

:: Radiohead.
:: Philip Glass.
:: Elliott Smith.
:: Morrissey.
:: The Cure.
:: Patti Smith.
:: Joni Mitchell.
:: Kate Bush.
:: Tracy Chapman.
:: Natalie Merchant.

:: Peanut butter & marmalade sandwiches.
:: Grilled cheese & tomato bisque soup.
:: Carrot juice & toast.
:: Ginger ale & brussel sprouts.
:: Mineral water. Lots of mineral water.
(The palate of a refined kindergartener.)
Six things I could never do without
:: My camera (preferably with film in it).
:: My running shoes.
:: A cup (or two) of coffee.
:: My favorite hoodie.
:: A handful of books.
:: The open road.

:: And my brother... Yes, I'd like to think I couldn't do without my baby brother.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
:: Where birds go to die. How come they just don't fall from the sky?
:: If absence makes the heart grow fonder, what does closeness do?
On a typical Friday night I am
At my kitchen table. Listening to shitty tunes over the airwaves with a pot of coffee. Painting something that ends up taped to my wall or in a portfolio case. **And checking in with the goldfish from time to time.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
That I'm willing to admit most private things.
You should message me if
:: You can promise to always let me have the window seat on the airplane.
:: Promise to share the radio on road trips.
:: Won't/don't steal the covers.
:: Use your blinker when changing lanes.
:: Or simply just feel inclined to say hello.
The two of us