Last summer I was seven weeks on the road! Amazing that such fun is legal. I'm talking bike touring: Scotland, England, the Netherlands. This summer I'm thinking of keeping it local, checking out Amtrak's new pro-bike policies and camping along the way.
The path to grad school was not direct. There was a stint in art school resulting in a BFA, hitch-hiking in England and Scotland, a year in Paris, two months on my motorcycle, solo, taking my time to explore the south and southwest before ending up in the Bay Area for three years. Not to mention the misdemeanor arrests for civil disobedience and the FBI file. Today, I love my bike commute -- the new touring bike rocks!
I've camped lots (can put up a tent in the rain), I know several really great knots and I love a good adventure, locally or not so locally. Many places left to explore. I'll just have to quit my job. On my dad's side, the family got kicked out of Spain during the Inquisition. On my mom's side, I'm a first generation American. I'm a secular, political Jew (yes, such a thing exists); my favorite holiday is Passover, but we've always celebrated National Present Day: 12/25.
My favorite alcoholic drink is champagne but a good IPA is great. Yes! to apple pie. I make good, strong coffee. I love tipping generously for good service. I know how to make hospital corners, challah, and other outdated things. I don't cook, but I can make the world's best omelet. And ratatouille from scratch. And complicated delicious salads. And thick soup. If you make dinner, I'll wash up.
Pathological optimism leaves me cold, but I'm even less interested in cynicism. I will go out of my way to patronize an independent bookstore. I'm passionate about unreasonable waste, among other things to get passionate about. I can fix an old wall. I can build a new one. I have tools.
I haven't lived in a house with a working TV since 1977, but I love the new version of Sherlock.
I try to do the right thing, not the easy thing.
My hair is not usually as tidy as it happens to be in my photos; the woman who cuts my hair tells me I'm not allowed to cover the grey. (I listen to her.)
I am a New Yorker, a single mom, and serious fun
Enjoying my son's growing independence, and his graciousness.
How I might fabricate the artwork that comes to me in dreams.
Message me if you're a decent, kind person. I'm not looking for a hook up. I'm most attracted to an interesting mind, yes, this matters to me. I want to meet people with whom I can potentially have an intimate relationship, who will value me as I value them. Not looking for a casual one night stand.
Again, please skip me if you're seriously into golf or god. Neither are interesting to me.