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My self-summary
Intelligent, curious, very fit, masculine, clean-cut, seeks potential partner and friends to share mutual interests, companionship, romance, personal values.

Wide range of interests, particularly intellectual (artistic, literary), also current affairs/history, outdoors(urban hikes), and travel.

Particular interest in "kitchen-sink" theater (Williams, O'Neill, Albee, Miller, Hellman, etc.) and in the history of
Western art.

Recently delved back into Hart Crane, Rimbaud, and Elizabeth Bishop, whence the following passage:

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
* * * * *
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places and names and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

* * * * *

"Voyages, V," Hart Crane

Meticulous, past midnight in clear rime
Infrangible and lonely, smooth as though cast
Together in one merciless white blade –
The bay estuaries fleck the hard sky limits.

- As if too brittle or too clear to touch!
The cables of our sleep so swiftly filed,
Already hang, shred ends from remembered stars.
One frozen trackless smile …What words
Can strangle this deaf moonlight? For we

Are overtaken. Now no cry, no sword
Can fasten or deflect this tidal wedge,
Slow tyranny of moonlight, moonlight loved
And changed… 'There's

Nothing like this in the world,' you say,
Knowing I cannot touch your hand and look
Too, into that godless cleft of sky
Where nothing turns but dead sands flashing.

'- And never to quite understand!' No,
In all the argosy of your bright hair I dreamed
Nothing so flagless as this piracy.

But now
Draw in your head, alone and too tall here,
Your eyes already in the slant of drifting foam;
Your breath sealed by the ghosts I do not know:
Draw in your head and sleep the long way home.

* * * * *

月下獨酌 Li Bai

What I’m doing with my life
I am seeking to reach my potential, which has been hidden or out-of-sight at various times.

Practicing honesty in my life, which like any skill, becomes more proficient, the more one practices.
I’m really good at

foreign languages


seeing (visual) details

bouncing back up from the bottom of the sea

struggling to find answers where there may not be any apparent
The first things people usually notice about me
is my intensity, intelligence, honesty, anxiety.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Tom, the Unknown Tennessee Williams (Lyle Leverett)
Architecture of the Italian Renaissance (Peter Murray)

La Strada Gosford Park Streetcar Named Desire Brokeback Mountain Jacques Offenbach's Tales of Hoffman Les Enfants du Paradis

classical music, musical theater, jazz, international

omnivorous but especially like Chinese, Italian, Mexican, French, Indian food.
Six things I could never do without
my cats

swimming and yoga

French and Mandarin languages

a lake / river / ocean /forest / meadow


New York Times

my PC



(...that's more than six)
I spend a lot of time thinking about
my past, present, and future. And my next meal.
On a typical Friday night I am
at home with my cats, reading, listening to either the RSR or France Musique, the best classical music streaming Internet stations, watching either a DVD (art or classic film) or TV-5, the French-language cable channel, or trying to improve my Mandarin.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Breathing = the waves = the wind in the trees.

Looking for the faint glimmer of a few stars in what would otherwise be a completely black sky.

Silence is like unadulterated spring water.

Winter light is beautiful, as is the light gently flooding the sky at dawn.
You should message me if
you think we have a connection and could go from there
The two of us