I like to consider myself a good mix of different parts of the country. With a family from Chicago, I've got that Midwestern warmth and kindness and pronounce some vowels strangely. With a four-year stint at college on the East Coast, I've got an intellectual bent. And since I was born and raised in the Bay Area, I can be pretty laid-back and am a fan of soy milk. (Sadly, I have no claim to the South, though my guests would certainly compliment my hospitality and frying skills.)
In a previous life, I helped high school kids get into college. I was basically a surrogate tiger mom.
Also, urban and suburban exploration.
Plus writing and crossword puzzles.
People probably notice my smile or my hair first.
(I should be a Philip Roth fan, but I think he's too hard on his mother; this says a great deal about me.)
Movies: Vertigo, Love and Death, I Am Love, All About My Mother, Annie Hall, Little Miss Sunshine, Fargo, A Serious Man, Synecdoche New York, La Dolce Vita, and The Rescuers Down Under
Shows: My television viewing habits vary from the high-brow (Frontline, Nova, Mad Men) to quality escapist fare (The Great British Bake Off, 30 Rock, UnReal) to the nearly unwatchable (Tabitha's Salon Takeover, Groomer Has It—Animal Planet's defunct dog grooming competition).
On the picture-less front: This American Life, In Our Time, Radiolab, I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue, Planet Money, and Fresh Air.
Music: Piaf, Ellington, Dietrich, Cyndi Lauper, Tchaikovsky, John Adams, Devotchka, Dusty Springfield, Joni Mitchell, Patsy Cline, Tom Petty, Bob Dylan, a small group of musicals—my major gay affectation. Sondheim's where it's at, yo.
Food: Oh dear. For now I'll say BBQ pork buns. Inquire for the complete list. Let's just say I spend an inordinate amount of time on Yelp. Also, I'm an excellent salad chef and can work wonders with a wok.
Dogs (a furry subset of above, but worth repeating)
A nice place to run
Pork (I'm a terrible, terrible Jew)