I used to work with an arts empowerment program, teaching theater at a Brooklyn high school. It really sucked to leave them.
I buy too many philodendrons, make messes, and put a little vanilla extract in my eggs for french toast.
I'm still learning how to make fun of myself. I have a second fridge for beer. I'd like to be someone who boxes.
I devour mythologies, folklore, and the stories we tell ourselves. I dream extremely vividly, and every night. Calvin and Hobbes are my muses.
I love the smell of bonfire in my hair, especially after a night of skinny dipping. I come alive for the Perseids and bioluminescent dinoflagellates.
"I'm interested in the million tiny deaths that occur in everyday human interaction."
I'm always considering a summer bartending in Denali. I idolize spontaneity. Some day I might fulfill a lifelong pipe dream to scamper off to the wilderness somewhere and foster orphaned timber wolves.
Coming up with bad examples of good ideas.
Driving long distances without ever having to stop to pee.
Egyptian Rat Screw
Catchphrase and Taboo
Super Smash Brothers
Any art forms where I can take a skeleton and adhere my own choice of flesh and muscle to it.
I'll play basketball (and pool basketball!) or ultimate frisbee until my lungs collapse (which might be embarrassingly quickly).
I wear shorts in too-cold weather?
How I feel about whomever I'm talking to - my body and facial expressions have no filter.
What's buzzing around my brain right now (no bearing on life-long favorites here):
Music: I'll listen to just about everything, from Skrillex to Nina Simone. It's about pinpointing the mood, the moment, and the motion. A few: Red Hot Chili Peppers, Maroon 5, Dropkick Murphys, Modest Mouse, Motion City Soundtrack, Spoon, Decemberists, The Frames, Dispatch, Amanda Palmer, Of Monsters and Men...
Writers/Print: Watership Down. The entire Calvin and Hobbes opus. Edmundson's Anna Karenina + The Clearing, Kundera's Identity, Calvino, Reza de Wet, Jeffrey McDaniel, Outlying Islands, After Mrs. Rochester, Terry Pratchett, Martin McDonagh, Neil Gaiman... And whenever I want to turn off my brain and coast, I'll reread the HP series or Dan Brown books until I atrophy.
TV: Friends - I watch that shit like it's background music. The Walking Dead, Supernatural, True Blood, Colbert + Stewart + Rachel Maddow, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends (REMEMBER THAT SHOW??), Bones, Fringe, Arrested Development, How I Met Your Mother. But guys, I really don't enjoy Big Bang Theory. Guys. GUYS. It's not funny. I just don't understand.
Movies: The Prestige, Live Free or Die Hard, The Dark Crystal, Perfume: Story of a Murderer, Hercules, The Lion King (I always wanted to be Shenzi), Emperor's New Groove, Incredibles, Princess Bride, Almost Famous, How To Train Your Dragon, Empire Records, Imagine Me and You...
Food: Pesto, bacon. Crunchy salty things. Pecorino romano. GRAPEFRUIT JUICE. Stove-popped popcorn with salt.
Drinks: Pale Ales and IPAs, Malbec, Bulleit or Knob Creek, Margaritas, Kraken, Kraken & pink lemonade, Kraken & ginger beer...
The ability to sing.
"I wanted to be the tree in the woods everyone could hear falling."
"I am a Fabulous Beast, and as such, I should only be glimpsed very rarely, through the forest, running away for dear life." - Marianne Faithfull on the set of Girl on a Motorcycle, 1968
"From Birth, man carries the weight of gravity on his shoulders. He is bolted to Earth. But man has only to sink beneath the surface and he is free." - Jacques-Yves Cousteau
"'Hallo, Rabbit,' he said, 'Is that you?'
'Let's pretend it isn't,' said Rabbit, 'and see what happens.'" - A. A. Milne
I don't have any secrets. I still haven't found a question I wouldn't answer. Not having secrets is... lonely.
You take off your shirt whenever Like A Prayer comes on.
You'd rather spell shit correctly than type it quickly.
Do not message me if you have ever, ever in your life told a strange girl on the subway at 4am that she has "the legs of a princess", or slapped a heavy, possessive hand on a girl's waist at the bar, or whistled through the window of a taxi and asked a girl if she had plans for the night. If it's your method for picking up women, I want nothing to do with you. I have no interest in someone who would want to go home with a woman he met this way. Please. Do not send me a message. I am done fending off these messages. It is too soul crushing. Please. Skip me. I'm not interested. And you shouldn't be either.
Aspire to more.