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My self-summary
high life, low-life, box wine, dead vine, polished shoes, dress blues, argyles, old news, lapels, polyester, epoxy-like gels, composition, zebra steel, fresh to death and realer than real, corners and margins, dogeared books and dustbin bargains, hi-fi, sci-fi, wireless, selectric, electric, brothers, druthers, regrets, second hand cigarettes, neon, oak, varnish, coasters with no glass, the reeds and the brass, bent notes, landlocked boats, narrow bridges and well-worn coats, slouch hats and ballcaps and feather'd fedoras, couches, cots, and the beds of the tore up, treadmills, tarmac, and matted grass trails, dead weight, heart-rate, and sisyphus tales, the gales and trevails, the headwinds and dead sails, the brass ring, the bric-a-brac, the flim flam, the last track, the silence, and sleep.

I know! I couldn't get past "fresh to death and realer than real" either. :D

More to the point, I'm a fun conversationalist with most people and I'm a good one to drag along for coffee or cocktails in a friendly capacity. Sometimes this place has all the charm of a mail-order bride mixer at the Kremlin, so I figure it might help to know I actually enjoy meeting new people and don't feel the need to pick and choose a person's particulars like nacho toppings.
What I’m doing with my life
I've been enjoying life in downtown/midtown for a couple years now. All you SF-obsessed chumps are missing out! Work is work and it warps your bones, but eventually you punch out and have a cold beer. And that's where I'm at. Fillin' up those potential spaces in the week with frivolous dirtbag hobbies like some kind of convivial pleurisy in the lungs of life.

In the daylight-ish hours I'm usually cheering on the jackrabbits that stir in the dead grass along the runway at McClellan, doffing my cap to confused looks along the bike trail, riding my hipster horse back and forth between the lowlands and highlands, trying in vain to start a shitty acoustic punk band called Grimace's Lament, sniffin' out the best sandwiches in the metro (Taylor's Market is tough to beat), buying used Chaka Khan albums at Dimple, scribbling out crosswords I've purloined from work, dragging hungover fools to brunch, cranking up The Spinners and opening the sliding glass doors so urrbody on the street can hear all that soul up on the fourth floor, jammin' jamz on the quiet with a couple brushes and a cardboard kickdrum, cannibalizing the defunct bike from my accident, stealthily weaving booty-movin' music into Wurlitzer playlists with a crooked grin and a crumpled dollar bill, playing boozy after hours piano rags on my awful keyboard, making dope ass spritzerz with cheap vodka and La Croix and a little dash of bitters...
I’m really good at
Minesweeper and reading at the bar.
The first things people usually notice about me
Too much gel in my hair, buck teeth, nervous energy, pleasant demeanor, Kuato living inside my thorax... wait... no, that was that dude in Total Recall.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
News/Media (folks I read semi-regularly):
Jia Tolentino, Carl Beijer, Jamelle Bouie, Hannah Rosin, Conor Friedersdorf, Amber A'Lee Frost, Freddie deBoer, Sam Biddle

Books (rarer these days):
South of the Border... - Haruki Murakami, God is Dead - Ron Currie Jr, The Free - Willy Vlautin, Player One - Douglas Coupland

TV (mostly replaced movies):
Better Call Saul, Fargo, Kimmy Schmidt, Casual, Mindy Project, Rick and Morty, Bob's Burgers, and Office reruns for eternity.

Music (being sorta displaced by podcasts):
Whitney Houston - Greatest Hits, Eric Bachmann - s/t, Gipsy Kings - Roots, Lily Allen - Alright Still, Mitch Murder - Current Events, Erlend Oye - Legao, Beirut - No No No, Steely Dan - Aja, The Deslondes - s/t, and holy hell go listen to Mulatu Astatke's "New York - Addis - London" album right now. It's a goddamn treasure.

Not worth mentioning cuz it's all the basic bitch stuff you're imagining.

CD-ROMs (funzos for the reanimated nerd):
Firewatch. Seriously, play this game. It will forgather rain clouds and pull the beating heart from your chest. It stirred me more than any movie I've seen in the last ten years.

Sandwiches, tacos, and pizza forever. Sushi when I'm high on the hog and the monocle's handy. Comfort classics like macaroni and cheese and stroganoff on rugged days. And breakfast. ALWAYS breakfast. Whether it's coffee, brioche, tomatoes, and eggs at home, or Saturday on the porch at Golden Bear it's all magic.
The six things I could never do without
Bad wine, awful guitars, a long run in short pants, a sideways glance, a sad book, and a sweet reply.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Dropping whatever it is I'm doing and going to breakfast.

This is especially true whenever I watch Parks and Recreation. That show has a crazy Pavlovian hold on me.
On a typical Friday night I am
Hoofin' it around town and enjoying the Skittle-like rainbow of city life.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I can often be found at the grocery store, idly singing like Michael McDonald under my breath.
You should message me if
- You'd like to get some coffee/beers/library books.
- You'd like to jam econo with brushed drums and acoustic things.
- You know where the phrase "jam econo" comes from and would like to receive your high five.
- You'd like to start a shitty punk band called Nately's Whore.
- You too think Art Garfunkel was more than an awesome name.
- You wanna tell tall tales and talk outta school.
- You're a CPA and you want to take me on as an apprentice.
- You think that "The CPA's Apprentice" suggests a more compelling basis for a film than "The Sorcerer's Apprentice".