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My self-summary
One part nerdy, one part artsy, three parts curious.
What I’m doing with my life
I recently left my job to do some of my own projects (fiction writing, music, contracting on the side to keep it all going) and damn it feels good. Middles of the day are highly underrated. Also: a project I am not yet ready to talk about, but will hopefully help people in the arts.

What else? Singing to myself and alarming my dog. Update: now accompanied by a ukulele. I restrung it as a low-G because I wish it was actually a guitar. My dog is becoming accomplished at giving me long-suffering looks. If you're currently sneering at me because ukuleles are cliche, well, alas my field of fucks had gone fallow.

Update number 2: I wouldn't have seen it coming a couple years ago, but I now ride a motorcycle. It used to be a CBR 250, but I pretty quickly swapped it for a Street Triple R and it's amaaaaaazeballs. This motorcycle thing seems to be escalating. Ok yeah and now I have a dirt bike too, oops. Life goals: Trans-America Trail.

I'm in an open relationship with numist, who is my favorite person ever, so I'm not looking for a partner, but I do like meeting neat people. After recently looking for the right way to describe it to someone, I decided "friendships don't have to be platonic" is the way I look at it.
I’m really good at
Learning pointless phrases in new languages. The first thing I learned in German was courtesy of my college roommate: "I don't give a shit."

Questioning what I'm doing with my life/time/privilege.
The first things people usually notice about me
My hair (it's red). Today someone I had never met told me I looked like a mermaid with my red hair and freckles.

Also, my dog. She's quite the conversation starter. An eccentric man on the MUNI told me all about helping to deliver a litter of Irish Setter puppies and successfully giving one of them mouth-to-mouth because he wasn't breathing. I still have no idea if he was bullshitting me or not. Update: a guy on the MUNI just recognized my dog and waxed poetic about how she always has the softest fur and always looks so calm. I'm pretty sure I talked to him once at this bus stop a year ago. It was a little unnerving tbh. o_O
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
I eat pretty much anything. Food is neat.

I'm a sucker for movies with twist endings, which means I'm usually disappointed (M Night Shyamalan) but sometimes not (Fight Club!). Other favorites: Princess Bride, Hot Fuzz, Little Miss Sunshine. Sometimes Wes Anderson. Recently: Her. Hot damn, that movie.

Books: Snow Crash, World War Z (I have not actually seen the movie), Wool, In The Woods, Bossypants, Surely You're Joking Mr Feynman, Einstein's Dreams, short stories by Neil Gaiman.

TV shows: Sherlock, Parks & Rec, 30 Rock, Breaking Bad, Castle, Firefly, Futurama. Jurassic Bark is the saddest thing of all time (note: that may be hyperbole).

Music: Ida Maria, Passion Pit, Matt & Kim, Arcade Fire, Caro Emerald, Alabama Shakes, OK Go, Phantogram, Tennis, Neutral Milk Hotel, cheesy 80s music.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Sometimes when my mind wanders I imagine disaster scenarios and what kind of heroic actions I might take. But judging by my performance in paintball and laser tag excursions, I'd probably be the first to go in [disaster scenario du jour]. (Confession: this used to say zombie apocalypse, but I've been given to understand that's cliche and tiresome and other unfortunate adjectives.)

(I'm starting to realize this section makes me sound more coordinated than I am. I'm sorry to say, my depth perception is crap, and I'm not joking around about being the first to die in a zombie-related public health incident.)
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
So, here's a secret way to read my mind: I often start humming songs based on what I'm thinking about at the moment. Example: I was walking around during Pride weekend thinking "I love this city", which somehow translated to "We Built This City" (on rock and roll) in my head.

... I didn't guarantee that it would make a lot of sense, or necessarily involve *good* music, but there you go.
You should message me if
You're a bit odd and you think too much. You talk with your hands.