i'm a designer . . . and while i love design, my own life has been spare in the material realm. i sold everything i owned (save 4 boxes and a bag of clothes and my camera) when i moved to thailand in my late 20s and have never felt more liberated . . . i’ve been a bit of a gypsy.
i'm generally an optimist and really enjoy life. i believe absolutely in kindness and am revolted by cruelty in any form. i make excellent thai food (and i do not spare the chili peppers). i know how to use the word “phylum” in a sentence. just learned how to SCUBA DIVE and it is my new MOST FAVORITE thing to do. was learning to surf and still have the board, but now am getting more active on a bike. bought a great road bike and getting up to speed on it.
i am a true sci-fi geek . . . my imaginary playmates (when i was young) were the original cast of star trek - there was a tree in the backyard with a nook in it that i used as the transporter. this was in new jersey where i grew up, but i do not (never did) have the accent . . .
i have all of BSG on my laptop. i love reading the index in harper's, listening to human interest pieces on NPR, am avidly into yoga, and kick butt in backgammon and cribbage. i also have a burgeoning robot collection . . .
i believe in simplicity and in hedonism, and i know when to exercise which . . . happy with my life and my trajectory, but open to meeting others and seeing what kind of synergy we create.
looking to make a difference . . . thinking about trying to start a 'habitat-for-humanity'-like organization focusing more on interiors. did my thesis at CCA, in the interior architecture program, on prison environments with the understanding that they are not transformative and not helpful to society long range. spent time with inmates and staff at a max-security correctional facility for my research - incredibly interesting, and incredibly horrifying.
have been to burning man several times and loved my experiences there, but i CAN live without the playa and think it's inane when someone says they cannot. (yet i still think about going, and i love a good "burner" or dance party.)
drawing parallels between seemingly unrelated things
sarcasm (not the mean kind – oh okay – the mean kind too, but only in private)
and using the word parallel, apparently
dune, all other frank herbert, hyperion, malcolm X, dan millman, lao tzu, secrets of the talking jaguar, the god of small things, invisible cities, the poetics of space, neruda, anything by dennis lehane, most stephen king, melville (took me a long time to appreciate him), the next industrial revolution (essay by william mcdonough), some writings by noam chomsky, many essays by ralph waldo emerson, writings by or biographies about designers or artists i admire . . .
'being there' is, hands down, my all-time favorite movie . . . blade runner, aliens, american beauty, dave chappelle's block party, lawrence of arabia, rivers and tides, all the real girls, upside down, doing time doing vipassana, ben hur, inside man, i'm sure there are many more i'm forgetting in this moment . . .
lately listening to a lot of old and new red hot chili peppers (they're an all-time favorite) . . . the talking heads, the beastie boys, and van morrison are probably the other top favorites . . . led zeppelin, pink floyd, mos def, pretty lights, miami horror, tame impala, little dragon, fitz and the tantrums, everything but the girl, muse, roxy music, LCD soundsystem, nirvana, coltrane, miles davis, ben webster, erykah badu, me'shell ndegécello, CSN, the white stripes, wilco, tribe called quest, tom waits, david bowie, shelby lynne, ella fitzgerald-louis armstrong, cesaria evora, thievery corporation, moby, michael jackson, bassnectar, morphine, nina simone, mark growden . . . stuck lately on an old faith no more song for some reason – "evidence"; and on the pretty lights song "finally moving remix"
(i have a great talking heads story . . . ask me . . . )
a really good burger with a really good zin, flytrap, absinthe, fresca, country station (now gone), this little indescribable thai place, the coast cafe . . .
my next dinner party
home mixing up materials in search of some aesthetic connection
out at a gallery
out for an amazing meal with friends drinking a fabulous red wine
[i try to get back to people who write me, but i run my own business and time is precious. if you contact me and i don't respond, my apologies – just means i'm buried . . . and best of luck in your search . . . ]