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Field Report Summary for Max ("gentle_coda")
Subject is an itinerant techno-spiritual healer of indeterminate origin (but actually was born in Manhattan). Frequently seen at cafés and fencing clubs in New York City, San Francisco, Boston, Washington D.C., Cleveland, and Portland.

    “Life's most persistent and urgent question is, 'What are you doing for others?'”
— Martin Luther King, Jr.

    “It isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it's got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, 'This is the problem I want to have.'
    “I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.”
— Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe

    “Programs must be written for people to read, and only incidentally for machines to execute.”
— Harold Abelson, Structure and Interpretation of Programming

   If I could begin to be
half of what you think of me
I could do about anything
I could even learn
how to love like you

Look at you go
I just adore you
I wish that I knew
what makes you think
I'm so special

— Rebecca Sugar, Love Like You

    “One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.”
— Annie Dillard, The Writing Life

    “Half of life is fucking up, the other half is dealing with it.”
— Henry Rollins

    “Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.”
— Stephen King, On Writing

    “I love you, you light me, warm me, you are suns.”
— China Mieville, Embassytown

   Explicit is better than implicit.
Simple is better than complex.
Complex is better than complicated.

― Tim Peters, PEP 20 -- The Zen of Python

    “Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But since no one was listening, everything must be said again.”
― André Gide
What I’m doing with my life
After spending my twenties moving every six months or so, I have established a permanent home base at my best friend's co-op in Northampton, MA. I live with five housemates and three cats (two of them are my kittens, Jinx and Vi!) in a big weird wonderful family duplex that rivals your friendly local game shop in its steady rotation of nerd-leaning creative types. I am also frequently in New York City, where I keep as many of my favorite people as possible.

Wherever I happen to be at the moment, it's likely that I'm writing, programming, teaching people about computers, fencing, lifting heavy things & putting them back down again, or providing warmth for other humans with my excessively high body temperature and predictably surprising sense of humor.
I’m really good at
Confusing cats

Biting off more than I can chew

Explaining abstract, intangible things like websites and racism

Making friends with total strangers
I spend a lot of time thinking about
How to explaining abstract, intangible things like websites and racism more efficiently
You should message me if
You are skeptical of gender and generally avoid its dualistic siren song, preferring instead to be a full-fledged human bean, contradictory multitudes and all

You really enjoy getting footrubs

You love to talk, to listen; you love words and language and feel a special kind of something when someone makes just the right words for you, or loves your words for all the right reasons

You hate getting footrubs and would prefer to enjoy them instead

You take people at face value, allowing them to define themselves over time with their actions, rather than making presumptions based on statistical likelihoods and anecdotes

You have a soft spot, a penchant, a curiosity, or perhaps a hunger for charming submissive boys with nice arms and dulcet whimpers and myriad buttons to press

You're looking for someone to build a future with, someone you can write in the "Emergency Contact" box without a second thought, someone to be your anchor or wings or home or concubine, someone who can fall in love with your scars, someone to go out with and come home to. Someone you don't want to share but aren't afraid to leave alone or loan to a friend, who needs a lover not a mother, who can be all yours and several someone elses' too and it works out great as long as we set healthy boundaries and lovely expectations and keep our calendars in sync

Or perhaps if you are into one or more of ... lists books puzzles cats pizza netflix kink cuddles comics fencing compersion sci-fi dadjokes fantasy gaming napping chai kissing solaire leona portland vermont teaching learning vel'koz compassion feminism intersection programming karaoke boylesque watercolor drink-n-draw hedwig rollins walking wandering collars parties solitude spreadsheets silence dancing fucking petting pegging begging dating linguistics databases coffee cola curry weed tumblr twitter reddit nyc cleveland sf painting stretching miyazaki asimov mieville butler carlin
The two of us