I'm a questioning, playful, logical, emotional, intelligent, doofy, sensitive, oblivious person. I strive to be as honest as I can, with other people, and with myself. Sometimes I fail spectacularly, but most of the time I do pretty well. Hmm. Throw in “I’m looking for a partner in crime”, and “to have adventures with,” and I guess I’ve described everyone here.
I've been in New York most of my life. I've thought about moving to LA, where people actually make eye contact, and believe in personal space, but it’s never quite felt right. I wish I could keep the people here, the look and feel of the city, and the constant promise of discovery, but make it so that people could acknowledge each other without going crazy.
I think love and sex are grownup versions of Calvinball: you make up the rules together as you go along. The best relationships are built on the trust that you’ll not only follow your rules, but that you’ll really play. With all the grown-ass intelligence and feeling and power that you’ve got. Playing is everything. People seem to forget this as they grow older.
My friends would say I’m friendly, thoughtful, and a bit of a smartass. I love learning, but I’m kind of anti-academic. My mind is always open, but sometimes my heart takes a minute to catch up. I travel a decent amount for gigs, but I’d like to do more with that “partner in crime” I mentioned.
I have exactly one tattoo.
Despite my complete lack of flashy moves, I'm consistently told that I'm good at the piano, singing, and dancing. I've thought about it a bit, and I think it's the intersection of three skills: listening, timing, and managing intensity.
I have a knack for making people comfortable, and for turning my apartment from neat to messy incredibly quickly. I also discovered a few years ago that I'm freakishly good at that game where you catch stacks of quarters off your elbow.
TV: I have a proposal for turning children into thoughtful, responsible, and compassionate adults: raise them on a steady diet of Star Trek: The Next Generation. They'll get it.
And to help them remember how to laugh, love, and play when they start to grow up? Regular viewings of the first few seasons of the Cosby Show.
That said, Arrested Development. And the Wire is clearly the best TV show ever made. (I have a theory about The Wire's relationship to Fraggle Rock that I won't go into here.)
Music: The Beatles, D'Angelo, Prince, Michael Jackson, Kurt Elling, Jeff Buckley, Steely Dan, Bill Evans, Stevie Wonder, Joni Mitchell, Radiohead, Bon Iver, Emily King.
Food: I could eat Thai food every meal of every day. I think it’s the coconut milk.
I had the best drink of my life a few months ago at a bar in Seattle. The Marrakech Express: made with cardamom bitters, pomegranate molasses, and sparkling wine. It was like drinking a library, filled with undelivered love poems.
Music. My iTunes Top Rated playlist is the best drug I've ever taken.
Dancing. If I don't go out dancing at least once every 2 weeks, I catch myself doing shoulder isolations on the subway.
My laptop. Flirting. My friends, the ones who really make me feel comfortable, and vice versa.
You're a writer, artist, or anyone who sees things, and turns feelings, places, and people over in your mind.
You love to dance. Like me, you hear the music and can't stop yourself. You need to move like you need to breathe. If you get mad when they start playing Michael Jackson near the end of the night, because now there's no way you can leave, we'll probably get along OK.
I also have weaknesses for big hoop earrings, tank tops, tomboys, and fellow mixed babies. And nerds. Seriously, please be some kind of nerd.
You're alive and ready for adventure. You know who you are.