I am personally disorganized. I have a thing for bicycles. I also have a thing for hand and power tools. I occasionally disappear into a workspace with some raw materials, printouts from some internet site, scribblings on paper towels, and excerpts from the collected works of R. Buckminster Fuller then to spend a few hours hammering, gluing, cutting, splicing and whatnot only to emerge later with an object or something that invariably makes passersby go "Okay, WOW, but why couldn't you just change the lightbulb?"
I've spent most of my life in Massachusetts, though I lived in New Orleans for a couple years to see what that was like. I moved there post-K and moved back August 2008. My love of NOLA and my yet greater love of the Northeast were at odds, thus the entire trip served (if nothing else) to remind me where my home will always be. One of my favorite conversations in New Orleans was explaining to a friend what a "Fluffernutter" is and why it is important. She said "Peanut butter and WHAT? EWW." ...while sucking on a crawfish head.
I believe in disclosure, though perhaps not everything immediately. Being disingenuous makes me sad. I think OKCupid profiles are inherently skewed towards the positive, which is fine if you're only interested in someone for their positive qualities. Me, I'm interested in the more subtle qualities of the human experience, and humans have bumps and bruises; I'd be happy to listen to yours. The best stories people tell are the human ones that reveal our inner dork, like the time I got completely flummoxed in front of a lovely woman and the only words that escaped my lips were "Purple balloons are good!" (I can do better now, though). I'm sometimes a big crybaby at movies; Inside Out moved me straight to blubbering at the end. But I've also got some stereotypical male stuff in me; the sight of a big chainsaw still makes me grunt like ape. I've got bumps and bruises and scars, but I clean up pretty good too. That's the interesting stuff. Facades are useful sometimes, but I'm thankful that I have little need for actual bravado these days.
Other stuff: Even when I was in excellent shape, I've always had a bit of a gut. Nowadays, my gut has grown to the point where it demands voting rights. I have a quirky, sideways smile. I don't like onions. I'm reasonably certain I don't want kids for several good and important reasons. Due to shifting priorities, circumstances and life happening, I never actually graduated from college, did the 2.3 kids/wife/house-in-the-suburbs thing. And I'm fine with that. I have a few regrets, but I'm also pretty okay with them. I've tried many things and succeeded, and I've tried many things and failed. I'm genuine and introspective and patient and compassionate.
Obligatory: Of COURSE I like meeting new people. Say hello. In fact, say more than that. What makes you a person?
I like efficient architecture. I've even designed houses in my spare time for fun, though I have no training. I can help raise a mean barn. I believe (and try to practice) a holistic approach to sustainable living that includes doing more than simply recycling your plastics and cans.
I love teaching people stuff! I'm trying to arrange my garage into a space where I can teach welding and other metalworking skills to anyone who wants to learn the basics. I need an anvil badly. The problem with anvils is those who have them never want to get rid of them. Anvils are like that.
Then there's the gills on my neck, the third eye, the platypus fur, the webbed feet and the antennae.
Movies: I've re-fallen in love with the works of Hayao Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli. And for stark contrast, the Guy Ritchie film Snatch made me fall on the floor laughing.
Music: Here's a list of the artists that appear on a mix CD I made a month ago (I don't own a mp3Podthing): Great Big Sea, Cat Stevens, Guster, Dave Matthews Band, Jamiroquai, Midnight Oil, Nick Drake, Fine Young Cannibals, Van Morrison, Ulrich Schnauss, Kansas, KMFDM, Foo Fighters, System of a Down, Barenaked Ladies, Indigo girls, Bjork.
Food: Here's a smattering of what's in my fridge, freezer and cupboard: Mini grape tomatoes, extra virgin olive oil, Trader Joe's frozen chicken potstickers, frozen Mahi Mahi filet, fresh baby spinach, genuine Japanese ramen (I know, I know), frozen flat iron steak from a local farm in Belchertown, two quarts of local Side Hill Farm yogurt, and a four-pack of Allagash Black for the protein.
Everything else I've been able to let go of at one point or another. If you love something, set it free, right? It becomes all the more precious to you later.
ok, ok. I had a hard time letting go of ice cream when I tried that for a while.
There, was that so hard?