I'm a businessman. I've consulted for startups, nonprofits, major corporations, artist co-ops without a buck to their name. My clients provide me endless entertainment.
I'm a writer. I write about a novel a year. And a short story here, a play or two there. I just can't help it: words get me high.
I'm a maker. I blacksmith, turn wood. I don't have shopspace in Portland so I've been sticking to photography - it's an apartment-sized hobby.
I'm a cyclist. I love to put two tires underneath me and ride. I just stripped my bike down to frame and rebuilt it by hand. I've been on two tours and I'm dreaming of a third.
I'm a traveler. I like wandering strange cities and hiking mountains on the other side of the world. I like art museums the way some people like respiration.
Life is short... but I'm still going for 100% completion.
”You have really pretty eyes.”
“You need a shave.”
“Your necktie. Which is tied in a knot that hasn’t been used in, like, a hundred years.”
“You’re ugly and nobody will ever love you.”
“You smell like orchids have been fucking.”
“You’re wearing a suit, WHY ARE YOU WEARING A SUIT???”
“You’re being attacked by ice bears.”
“You’ve got very pretty eyes.”
“This is for OKCupid isn’t it?”
the Miyake bento