Hi! My name is Erik and I'm a writer, artist and corporate drone (along with about a zillion other -ers and -ists. Seriously, a verbal self-portrait? Words are insufficient).
I live in Boulder County, though not in Boulder proper (so you know I'm grounded). In my free time... well, if I had any free time, I enjoy daddying (totally a word), geocaching, cooking, writing, and designing toys. I don't do World of Warcraft, but I'm an avid Kingdom of Loathing player. And I'm not as pretentious in real life as I seem here. Seriously.
I love to travel and I've lived all over the United States. Coast to coast, north to south. It's not that I'm on the run from creditors or in the witness protection program, it's just life happens... you know? Consequentially I have a subtle, strange accent with a slight southern drawl spiked with Canadian vowel sounds. Y'all want to go oout in the boout? It's not that bad (disclaimer: it's pretty close). When I was taking Japanese the teacher wanted to know why I spoke Japanese with a French accent. I was answerless.
I am easily distract-ooh!, hyphen-prone, and former-nomad.
I used to call myself a professional author, as the food I ate was bought with the words I wrote. My first and second books are available for purchase and are probably in the top million on Amazon [edit: two million [edit edit: four million [edit edit edit: forget about it] ] ]. I'm working on the fourth.
Also, whenever I'm outside I'm wearing sunglasses. On sunny days over my eyes. On cloudy days perched on the top of my head (in case the sun comes out). I'd like to say it's more because of the Timbuk 3 song, rather than the Corey Hart song, but the truth is that I'm extremely photosensitive and sneeze loudly and repeatedly when I see the sun. Obviously, this could be a problem when driving. Hence the sunglasses.
Dr. Strangelove, Sneakers, Duck Soup, Goodfellas, Rafifi, Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story, Delicatessen, Christopher Guest movies, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, The Big Lebowski, Cohen Brother movies, The Jerk, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou.
The Tragically Hip, Mike Doughty, The Rheostatics, Ryan Adams, Sarah Harmer, Pixies, Soul Coughing, Postal Service, Miracle Legion, Dar Williams, Jenny Lewis, Judybats, The Police, Rilo Kiley, Nields, Moxy Fruvous, Minibosses, Paul Simon, Joel Plaskett Emergency, Caitlin Cary, Spoon, Alabama Shakes, Black Carl.
Virtually all foods (except eggs, because they are gross). Particularly sushi, Thai, Szechuan, Indian, properly prepared steak, anything on a stick, Mediterranean... I'm getting hungry just writing this up!
(E) Idiot Box: Archer, Community, Parks and Rec, Arrested Development, Second through Seventh Season Simpsons, The Adventures of Pete and Pete, Firefly, Futurama, Home Movies, BSG (at least portions) and Community. The new season of Louie may be the best TV ever. I think I've gotten over my Rachel Ray crush. But my Amy Goodman affection is as strong as ever.
(F) Other: NPR, This American Life, RadioLab, Pokemon, Animal Crossing, 1000 Blank White Cards, Flux, Cards Against Humanity, Lego, Xevoz, Harper's, Make, Hedgehogs, pre-prohibition cocktails.
Amazingly, I still am able to function normally in modern society.
I also spend a lot of time thinking about the nature of free will. I believe in it, despite mounting evidence to the contrary. At least, I'd like to think I chose to believe in it. One can never tell.
Otherwise hanging out with friends misspending an evening after a week's worth of work. Every other week making popcorn in pajamas.
Folk legend Tom Paxton hates me.
I'm quite ticklish.
I have a pathological fear of losing my keys in a movie theater.
Oh and I'm a unmarried male who owns a minivan. It's practical! But I need to paint flames or skulls on it so people don't get the idea that I'm not a single guy.
I once accidentally shouted out Warren Beatty's name during sex.
I guess that's five things. I have more.
Edit: it's been suggested that certain private things I've mentioned are... less than masculine. To that I say: I spent more on illegal fireworks last year than I spent on shoes. What could be more manly?
Only humans (or robots that can pass a Turing test) need apply! Seriously, when I was a kid I would have killed to talk to a real, live robot. Seriously: If the phone rang and there was a chance it could be 1970s Artoo-Detoo rather than a robomarketeer? The future is disappointing.
Anyway, if you're within driving distance and want to go to the movies or just want to say hi. You needn't be within driving distance to say hi. Or if you want to exchange mixtapes. Or mixCDs. Or even plain old lists of songs. Viva the new frontier!
Or if you want to message me. You have free will (and hence: not a robot).
Oh, just do it: I'll write you back.
Edit: I don't know if robots heed my warning or OKCupid is doing a better job of filtering the mechanized masses, but only humans have been messaging me. We will win the battle against our software aggressors!