Radical anarcho-communist stuck in body/experience of patriarchal white male capitalist
Well, I'm originally from Florida, but I've been out west for a while now (California and Wyoming prior to Colorado). I'm pretty partial to the mountains :) Hot, sandy, crowded beaches and Florida Man just didn't do it for me (edit...think I may be headed home for a change sometime in 2017/18). I'm into bikes - both with motors and human-powered. I started out mountain biking and used to judge road bikers pretty hard, then I got a road bike last year and it's been a blast. Recently I've gotten into touring; I did about 500 miles through central Florida to St. Augustine last December, and more recently a pretty amazing 300-mile loop from Denver through RMNP over Trail Ridge Road and back to Denver. That probably makes me sound more hardcore than I really am. I'm a softie. I also have a bike of the carbureted variety - I was lucky enough to be gifted my grandfather's Harley Sportster 1200 recently :D Other things I enjoy include reading, good coffee, politics and political activism, being outside, exercise, terrible 80s movies, grammar and spelling nazism, hiking/backpacking/camping (recently got an ENO hammock, good life decision there), and probably some other stuff.
I quit drinking last year, and I don't mention that to be superior or anything about it. If you drink, that's fine, just don't take me to a douchey college bar on a second date. Yeah, that happened. I guess I feel like I've since been going through a bit of a personal transition. I picked up mindfulness meditation this year (although my discipline with sitting isn't superb :/), partly in an attempt to vanquish the cynical, nihilistic gremlin in my brain. The existence of Donald Trump is not helping in that department.
It's cliched, I know, but I can be extremely quiet until you get to know me.
During the day I work at a large general contractor as an estimator (telling architects they can't afford the fancy shit they drew) and daydream about taking off into the mountains on my bike and never coming back. Seriously, my loose 5-year plan is to save up some money, buy a small van and be a vagabond for a while. Or forever. Also society will probably have collapsed by then, so probably that'll just be what everyone's doing, road warrior-type crap.
The Last Psychiatrist. Cloud Atlas. Hyperion Cantos. Sphere. Malcolm Gladwell. Michael Lewis. Dan Simmons. Ursula K Le Guin. Currently I'm been reading bell hooks' "The Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love"...mind blown. Please teach me about intersectional feminism, the patriarchy, the spectacle.
Drive. The Thing. Event Horizon. Stranger Things!
M83. St. Lucia. Active Child. Glass Animals. Kitsune Maison. YACHT.
The insane demonization of psychedelics when they are probably the key to unlocking our full potential