I moved from New York to Vancouver on Canada Day, and I'm on vacation until the beginning of August. Entertain me!
I've found that sending dozens of electronic messages back and forth before finally consenting to a face-to-face meeting is wildly inefficient. People behave differently in the flesh than they do when squeezed through a stream of electrons. If I sound like an amusing person, let's just go get a coffee or a drink or something.
Additionally, I'm looking for a non-amorous running partner near Commercial Drive who is willing to do somewhere between 6:20 and 7:20 per mile.
NOTE: This profile is growing increasingly inaccurate with the passage of time. A taxi ran over my skateboard during my first month in Vancouver, and I've mostly traded running for bouldering.
I try to spend an hour or two (or three) each day in a coffee shop, sipping espresso, reading, and thinking the deep thoughts. Except for the Sabbath, which I reserve as a day of rest so I don't habituate to the hypomanic effects of caffeine.
My running habit currently takes me about 40 km per week. I've been more ambitious on occasion, but as a result have rendered myself lame for months at a time. The vodka is good, but the meat is rotten.
When I've lived in locations with smoother asphalt (Zurich was great, LA was fair, NYC was abominable; also, NYC cab drivers navigate like drunken oil tanker captains), I've been an avid skateboarder. I'm pretty competent on a pair of freeline skates (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freeline_skates). I also ride a longboard. The only trick I know is not dying.
Before moving to Vancouver, I rarely got in more than ten skiing days per year, but years of lessons have left me competent and enthusiastic. I enjoy tree skiing best of all. It's remarkable how constraining the set of viable choices focuses the mind. Groomed trails make Baby Jesus cry.
Also, reeling in my prepositions.
Also, my skin sparkles in direct sunlight. The result of an unfortunate glitter accident during my wayward youth.
(B) Movies: Donnie Darko.
On the TV, Twin Peaks and Buffy have probably been my favorite series. I think Buffy is best when watched with the assumption that the main character is schizophrenic, and the show chronicles the evolution of her delusions. There's no other way to explain the rapidity with which broken windows, doors, and furniture are repaired, let alone the lack of civic outcry in response to an absurdly high murder rate.
(C) My favorite bands include: agalloch, ahab, the angelic process, ash borer, blut aus nord, boris, drudkh, earth, fleurety, the gault, in the woods..., krallice, liturgy, negura bunget, ocrilim, panopticon, red sparowes, skagos, sunn O))), ulver, weakling, and wolves in the throne room. I'm passionate about music, but I gave up on evangelism years ago. With regards to other people's music, I get along well with post-rock, electronica, and industrial. VNV Nation is my favorite dance music.
I prefer music without intelligible lyrics. It's been my experience that bands are rarely good at composing music, playing instruments, and writing poetry. Two out of three is good enough for me, but I don't want to be irritated by insipid lyrics.
(D) Foods: I eat an indecent amount of yogurt, muesli, and steel-cut oatmeal. And blueberries by the pint, when they're in season. I have soft spot for pickled and smoked fish. When dining out, I prefer spicy foods. I don't cook meat.
(Q) Web Comics: SMBC and XKCD.
(Z) Things that other people seem to like but I've never really understood: travel, The Master and Margarita, baseball, the hippity-hop, shopping, buskers in the subway.
Math (also sometimes in my dreams. But those are nightmares. Very unpleasant nightmares.)
The internets (Once upon a time, people lived in ignorance. They might wonder "where can I get the best cup of coffee in my neighborhood?" or "how do planes fly?" or "how much wood would a wood chuck chuck per hour if hopped up on a 0.6mg/kg dose of methamphetamine?" but, after a few moments of consternation, realize that neither they, nor anyone they know, had access to the answer. Today, an intricate series of tubes will deliver all the information in the world directly to your eyeballs. Instantaneously. For free. Just about anywhere. Welcome to the future.)
Sunlight (I spent two years locked in a basement laboratory. Well, the doors were locked, but to prevent others from entering, rather than to keep me from leaving. Regardless, I was obliged to spend most of my waking hours there. Few things are quite as depressing as descending into the bowels of the earth in the middle of the day and not emerging until the middle of the night. Going subterranean during daylight hours and working there until the sun has risen once again is one of those things.)
English (it's remarkable how essential total fluency is to having an interesting conversation. Good diction is totally hot.)
The impression (or illusion) of progress (doing science is like pulling teeth.)
I also enjoy contemplating my navel. However, I think I've plumbed most of its mysteries by now. I'm looking to diversify into other people's navels.
Recently, I've started delving into the quantum mysteries.
Words of the day: vastness, churlish
I developed an abiding dislike for the Swiss over the course of four years living in Zurich.
For reasons I have yet to fathom, I seem to be farcically inept at tying my shoes. They tend to spontaneously untie multiple times each day. The problem persists across different pairs of shoes with very dissimilar laces. I think I'm going to declare defeat and start double-knotting.