After watching Casual, I'm working on winnowing this thing down to a select few words that say so much, but leave much mystery. I'm told people prefer mystery to being too earnest. Obviously, this winnowing will take some effort. Trying to avoid the TL;DR thing.
I once made my profile super-long with extra-big words to intimidate the faint of heart (shieldmaiden Brynhildr here, sleeping in the ring of fire and awaiting my Sigurðr, evidently), but that screwed up the Cupid algorithm. Rejiggering my fishinfly and casting out again:
I'm looking for my sweetheart, my beshert, my beloved. Is that too much to ask?
Can you find the harmony in a song? I can hold my own with the melody line, but a real musician, who is also patient and generous, would be wonderful. For our road trips!
Come with me to all the exciting African surrealist and German expressionist and avant-garde-of-all stripes films, operas, musical happenings, art openings, installations and exultations, the Venice Biennale and the Berlinale, Cannes and Telluride, as well as a sauna hut on a lake somewhere, visiting my ancestors on a fjord ENE of Tromsø, doing a three-month chuchuhuasi dieta in the Amazon, a month-long yoga retreat in Costa Rica or Thailand or Bali, and a year-long trek through India from South to North.
I am a writer, researcher, editor and filmmaker. I have possibly way too many books. Sort them with me?
I slay at karaoke!
My secret go-to ingredients are saffron, Cointreau, cardamom or Angostura Bitters. I guess that's kinda me: sweet, spicy and a little unexpected.
I like Old Fashioneds and I love cognac-style rhum.
I like all kinds of music from Tortoise to Junip to Great Northern to Joni Mitchell to Led Zep to Schubert to A.R. Rahman to Julieta Venegas to Celia Cruz to Perez Prado to Sibelius to the Knife to Bjork to Philip Glass to Fever Ray to the Doors to Duke Ellington. I listen to a lot of Brian Eno and Harold Budd while I am sitting very still and concentrating.
I'm enjoying Mr. Robot and The Path. Stranger Things was fun and The Night Of was amazing.
In the fifth grade, [charming but long story redacted] I didn't win the bike because I was disqualified for blowing the curve. Fuck those guys.
And yet, with all that reading, I feel like I have giant holes in my reading history. I need to tackle more literary fiction. The classic novels. Contemporary fiction.
I would also like some potato chips.