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My self-summary
i'm a fairly private person. paradoxically gregarious, outgoing. i've been told by friends to do stand-up. my typical response is to curl up into a fetal position and cry.

friends opine:
"charming like a serial killer."
"basement-dwelling girl next door."
"awkward dad."
"you'd make a great grandma. just skip the mom part."
"wait. aren't you a lesbian?"

places i'm from: there, there, there, over there. i've settled here for the time being and have developed an addiction to steamed buns, lotus filling.

having an intellectual rapport with you is important, but it's your soul-stuff that gets me. also, can you make me laugh?

no pressure.
What I’m doing with my life
'missing thunderstorms. the kind that turns the sky black, but for its jagged snaps of white-hot judgment. the kind that charges the air around you, pricking up the little hairs on your arms and neck. the kind that rumbles low and deep, shaking the earth, rattling that window you're looking out of from the inside, watching the storm's mournful fury as you take a shaky sip of warming cold honey-lemon tea,' said the southe'na.

watching clean clothes wrinkle.
I’m really good at
capitalizing, intuiting, being simultaneously hyper-observant and completely oblivious, listening, half-listening, catching things before they break, writing premature but nevertheless heartfelt eulogies for friends, hating on twee, assuming accents accidentally, arbitrary alliteration, and assembling bedroom furniture to teddy pendergrass.
The first things people usually notice about me
that my ancestral continent is, perhaps, asia. and maybe somewhere else? cheeks. dimple. the sun-sapped pallor of my skin.

Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
get to know me, via these lists of things:

books: east of eden, the idiot, in cold blood, franny and zooey, the things they carried, short stories by fitzgerald, carver, chekov, yates, etc., magical realism

movies: lost in translation, tokyo story, seven chances, stranger than fiction, infernal affairs, fargo, moon, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, in bruges, donnie brasco, annie hall, jack's back, toy story trilogy, cool hand luke, little miss sunshine, blade runner, nights of caibiria, seven samurai, gone baby gone, se7en, miyazaki films, kon films, etc.

tv: the wire, twin peaks, x-files, sherlock, louie, frasier, an idiot abroad, cowboy bebop, ken burns, firefly, stand-up (izzard, '80s murphy, pryor, etc.), wishbone

music: michael jackson, sam cooke, talking heads, talk talk, prince, chet baker, bee gees, count basie, roxy music, sidney bechet, nujabes, joy division, new order, modern lovers, marvin gaye, the isley brothers, the jacksons, brian eno, etc.

food: indian, mexican, japanese, italian, thai, french toast--i don't discriminate.
The six things I could never do without
let's narrow it down to one: imagination.

okay, two: wi-fi.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
the outrageous, the mundane.

that strange whistling sound the wind makes when it passes through the hole in my heart.

(...or is that gas?)
On a typical Friday night I am
reading, writing, solo-strolling through the city, watching a movie (home base or big screen), binge-watching a show, stumbling into dive bars with a buddy in tow, y'know.

truth: most likely working.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
sometimes i do things i regret.
You should message me if
you, too, have an adverse reaction to bullshit. and while inconvenient (due to ubiquitous nature of bullshit), you're rather grateful for the reaction.

you get that you can be full of it.

a keanu reeves marathon sounds like a good idea.

you're the wingman.

(don't have A-list, so if you just ☆ me, i'll never know.)