It means I get along with everyone, only really get along with the strange, precise, impassioned.
I think in circles. I play lots of basketball. I would love to meet a tennis partner, though, granted, that's not all I am looking for.
I've written novels (one of which is a type of smut), philosophical texts, made movies, traded commodities, traveled all about, been in a band, worked as a south indian cook, and etc. Probably now I am closest to my philosophical self. At least professionally.
( I will cook something like this some nights: salmon simmered in olive oil, curry leaf, black mustard seed, brown sugar, salt, fennel seed and garlic)
I thought a lot about psychosis and this idea of dispossession, which is what I wrote about. Now I am trying to find some good books to read in the interim, and end all my bad procrastination habits. Byebye buffy.
About 6 years ago, I wrote an essay called "on the use and abuse of cleavage." Because I wanted to know its history, and I why I can't stop staring. If anyone is an art historian, I ended up calling it a baroque technology. You can read this essay here: http://www.plainhoney.com/j-r/on-the-use-and-abuse-of-cleavage/