rising. I'm a fiercely creative individual with a healthy interest in pre-post-modern twentieth century art. I like lemurs and three-toed sloths. I enjoy cooking without recipes, industrial design, making films, writing, making photographs, encasing things in resin, designing custom furniture, playing Scrabble, taking things apart, building things, building things from the leftover parts from taking things apart, and am currently making an ARP-2600 from scratch just because I can. I have a strange sense of humor that causes me to consider "Blue Velvet" one of the greatest comedies of the eighties. I am currently obsessing about my next tattoo. I make rash judgments about people by looking at their music collections. I don't like heat. Anything above sixty-eight degrees with no humidity is heat. I have never drunk white wine, nor do I intend to. Minervois is my drink of choice. Or water, if I need to operate heavy machinery. The older I get the more I consider my brain heavy machinery. I am more technologically savvy than most, and wish I could see the world in 2.35:1.
I am intense, driven, and passionate.
I am cynical, sardonic, yet strangely hopeful.
Oh, and I can't see likes...feel free to message me to say hi.
Living my passion.
Asking "Why not?"
Ripping things apart to see how and why they work.
Designing and making new things.
Modifying old things--everything old is new again.
Learning without limits.
The fact that I'm a blur.
My interests are all over the map.
I am different.
Movies: Yes. Caveat: I am pretty disgusted with the state of American cinema these days, and not too terribly excited about anything that I've seen in recent years. This is likely exacerbated by the fact that I've spent the past year or so watching American cinema from the 70s and early 80s and realizing how f-ing awesome it is. The French Connection? Dog Day Afternoon? Serpico? C'mon. They don't make films like that anymore. Lately I've been catching up on Turkish, Danish and Middle Eastern Cinema. Nuri Bilge Ceylan, Fatih Akin, Michaelangelo Antonioni, Fritz Lang, Louis Malle and Jean Eustache are responsible for some of my favorites.
Shows: Episodic television, for the most part, makes me cringe. No, that's not quite right. Episodic television suggests to me that a sledgehammer through the screen would be appropriate. However, flatscreens don't give me the satisfying implosion and cloud of phosphorus that tube TVs do, so I've refrained. I've been watching Cosmos lately (both flavors) and am a tad horrified how it seems that the new version is "dumbed down" from Carl Sagan's version, and suggests that my suspicions about the state of science education in our consumer society are correct. That makes me sad. Why do I feel that critical thinking is going the way of the dinosaurs?
Music: Yes. Grooving on vocaltrance at the moment. 70s rock. Some metal. Some hip hop. Some country. Love synth based britpop and new wave. Punk. Pop. My interest in classical stops squarely at Baroque and resumes again in the Jazz Age. Opera, meh, all depends on the opera.
Food: Yes, please. I enjoy improvising in the kitchen, and am quite good at it. Baking is too much like chemistry and too precise for me to enjoy it. That being said, I can make a mean loaf of bread without following the recipe.
Choosing how to spend the limited time on this plane.
How to create the next thing I'm going to create.
Transactional vs. interactional communications
I am living.
I speak LOLcat near fluently.
I study Enrgish.
I am an odd bird. Or is it an odd duck? But since ducks are birds, does it really matter? Oh, the places to which my brain can travel in the course of writing a simple profile....
I am intense and self-aware. However, call it Mars, call it left-brain, call it INTJ, I'm not the best at reading or responding to others' emotional subtleties. I'm not the best at coming up with words to describe my own. This tends to be problematic in close relationships, and is something that I constantly struggle to improve.
I am not less than a little neurotic about the phone. I miss the pre-cell days when I could be "away from the phone" to the point where I sometime choose to IGNORE my phone because unless it's bleeding, there's no reason I need to be at ANYONE'S beck and call 24-7 just because I can carry a phone with me. Besides, if it's bleeding, have the sense to call 911, which, as a point of reference, is NOT my number.
I'm REALLY good answering questions that begin with "Does this look good on me?" CAVEAT: I reserve the right to abstain from voting if anything empire-waisted is involved.
I tend to think faster than I talk. As a result, I sometimes say some pretty strange things without thinking. I prefer written communication (strangely, texting for hours on end does not violate my personal ethic on not being on call 24-7) because I feel I can adequately express myself well enough to give people CONTEXT for the stupid crap I say.
I believe it's a myth that a single emotional connection can be everything to someone. We can have multiple emotional ties with multiple brothers, sisters, parents and grandparents, why do we not have the same capacity for love and connection with friends not related to us?
I doubt very highly that I'll ever get married again. I believe in relationships that are sanctioned by the partners within it, subject to the expectations and agreements made between those two people. It should be a union defined by intention, a union made by two independent persons who agree that coming together makes something better than the sum of its parts. Any of the property division or healthcare POA benefits that are automatically endowed by the act of marriage can be handled by an attorney a lot more effectively, and with a greater deal of intent and thought than a traditional marriage.
That being said, I happen to be an officiant and do some kick-ass, fully legal, non/anti-denominational union ceremonies.
Most of my closest friends are women. I find that most men turn me off the second they start talking. Most women I talk to tend to share this opinion.
I have to much art and film theory rattling around in my brainspace to make room for American football. That is near-heresy in this part of the country.
I have quirks. I am a non-sequitur.
2.) You're well educated or hold an advanced degree from the school of life.
3.) You're comfortable in your own skin, and more self-aware than most.
4.) You take responsibility for the direction of your life and the choices you've made.
5.) You're a scintillating conversationalist with similar interests, attitudes and/or sensibilities with whom to hang out, collaborate, watch movies, share music, write, chat over cocktails and/or coffee, take road tips, exchange recipes, inspire each other, and whatever else our twisted little minds might devise. I'd love to meet someone to introduce me to new and exciting films and interesting music with which to expand my horizons.
6.) You like stories. I'm full of 'em.
7.) You like my quirks and think they'd mix well with yours.
DON'T MESSAGE ME IF:
1.) Your response to "I spend a lot of time thinking about..." is "I try not to." Seriously? Ugh.
2.) You have a picture of yourself shirtless and holding a dead fish in your profile.
3.) You have a picture of yourself holding anything dead in your hands for that matter. EXCEPTION: You're a performance artist and you have a link to the video.