A creative compromise between John S Mill and Hunter S Thompson. Nerd by day, one-man Fellini movie by night. Seeking la dolce vita but not stuck on that permanent adolescence kick
-All-time favorite fiction writer is probably Jorge Luis Borges. Just went through a David Foster Wallace phase. Particularly fond of Flannery O'Conner, Marquez, Delilo, Grant Morrison, Philip K Dick, etc. Always appreciate recommendations.
-I will leave my ideological tint ambiguous except to name-check Michael Oakshott, Leo Strauss, and Chicago/Vienna School economics.
-Nerdy movie tastes in that I like to systematically go through old master directors one at a time. eg Kurosawa, Almodovar, Herzog, PT Anderson, Wong Kar Wai, Coen Bros, David Lean, Kubrick, Godard, Eric Rohmer, etc.
-There is a right kind of music for every mood, so I won't declare a favorite except to say that the Clash and Bowie are demigods and the Flaming Lips put on the most joyous show I've ever seen. Presently I've got Love, Portugal. The Man, Kendrick Lamar, Pavement, Deltron, and Stone Roses on repeat so make of that what you will.
Also, eating well, reading, 8 hrs sleep, and exercise every day helps a lot towards stability, getting out of day to day ruts, and helping to think clearly. A few years ago i realized that I'm fairly happy as long as I sleep/exercise/read interesting stuff every day, and if i do that for a week my mood etc is very good.
-How many cups of coffee I can reasonably drink in a day.
-Whether it would be more fun to play poker with Henry Kissinger or Charles Bukowski.
-My parking spot and when I will have to move my car. Because of the expropriatory ticket costs in this city the concept of a spot evokes a half-spiritual, half-murderous hysteria and the quest to find it never really ends, which is why I find myself yelling, "Look! A parking space! Oh my God, another one!", like I just saw a bald eagle or a dolphin, not only when I have no plans to park but when I am not even in a car.
-Where to eat/ what to cook. My favorite is bbq and big red wine.
-If the Pacific Ocean were filled with gin, what would be, in terms of proportionate volume, the proper lake of vermouth necessary to achieve a perfect dry martini?
Like all suave Gallic litigators I harbor the dream of someday aquiring rural agricultural land and becoming California's proscuitto baron.
I haven't quite got past the inherent strangeness of online dating, but at this point I know too many people who have found new friends here to dismiss it. So I guess I just have to repress my inner luddite and accept that people do things on the internet now.
When I have free time I like to walk around and explore SF. Say hello if you want to go on a food adventure or grab a drink some evening. If you want to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon walking around the museum or playing board games with my entertaining and gregarious friends. If you think you might be the Eva to my Juan Peron.