i need a new musical reference but right now the only thing running thru my head is the sound of silence.
i'm an exercise in the esoteric.
i like old stuff, i like new stuff.
i'm an eternal optimist, except when i think about "the worst that could happen." thats when i try to out guess my obstacles.
i will take the time to get all the ingredients for a new dish. or a favorite. i guess i'm going with persnickety. it took me four tries to find sherry vinegar recently. i was disappointed with the results. oh well. some old favorites i make very well. pie crust is soooo easy.
i've been brewing beer for a couple of years now. i'm starting to share it with more people. close friends tell me it's good. i want to make it better. i like the creativity, the magic, and also the science of the process. it's kind of like welding. the anticipation is what gets me. design a batch, do all this stuff for a couple of hours, and then wait several weeks to see how it turns out. sort of like cross pollinating apple trees. i like apples. i like apple pie. no, i like almost all pie. i have a wicked sweet tooth, and i know how to use it. i also am very good at burning off the calories.
music? yes. all over the map. it should be lyrical, i guess. last year, i found myself enjoying phillip glass! nothing atonal, no metal. pretty much everything else. i grew up hating disco. now, i hear it from time to time at work. i enjoy it as much as i am working with it, but i don't really seek it out. the local symphony was also on tv growing up. i like a bit of classical and i love jazz. i guess it's that free thinking thing. i really miss the old WKRP episodes with the original music. funny how the "phone police" bit is becoming more and more relevant.... what do i turn up the radio for? springsteen. joe jackson. he's the man. 'dream police' by cheap trick. kate bush. BLONDIE! i really went to england recently primarly because i had missed the bryan ferry show here.
my work is very creative - sometimes. other times, it's "put tab A in slot 2." but i always enjoy it.
i'm back to just one cat. we're still trying to figure each other out.
i've been told i have very nice hands and a strong back.
i am at once very active and laid back. i can walk all over town, bike all day, sail hard (sort of) for four or five days straight, or just sink into the couch. i hear i give great backrubs. i get good marks for kissing, too.
hmmm, what else? i once wrote a really good, ok, much better version of this it's gone now. oh well. i find humour in many things. let's just say i have a dark sense of humour. i was watching some stooges recently, thought of how similar it was to the brothers marx, and then right after that there was an episode of Taxi, the episode where we meet Jim, and i was amazed at how much Taxi resembled the stooges and the marx brothers. lots of "thinking jokes." i can laugh at charlie sheen for only a little bit, and a good pie fight is always right up there with a door chase, but i love the subtleties of marx, wright, sellers and martin. "does your dog bite?" i'm looking forward to michael j fox's return, probably because Spin City was such a cute show. alas, his show went before i could see it. Robin Williams - your lasst show was so tragically constrained...
i'm very modest. it's one of my charms. you have no idea how much i hate writing about myself.
i hate this process. but then i hate "hanging out" in bars, too -- either i go there with friends or i go to see a band. i don't go to drink the night away, or to hang out. "Cheers" was a fun show, i really like the idea of having "a local", but i can't bring myself to hang out night after night in the bar. i really just like the "taste" or adult beverages. (i have no idea what coke smells like - thank you very much, Stephen Wright.) actually, now i do have two locals. but only because they make good beers. and i only pop in occasionally. one, two beers.
i prefer live theatre to movies or tv. i just hate going alone. somehow, i watch mostly pbs. i like to stay informed. i like everything i've seen by stephen moffatt. love dr who! i will go to a 'chick flick'. not into horror, no slasher. but i love the way dr who makes my skin crawl. and oh, reservoir dogs! "good will hunting" is one of my absolute favorites.
i used to read the ny times. there's just not enough time in the day to read everything in the paper. i value good writing. from time to time i'll do a crossword, in ink. i've only finished one of the sunday ones. but it was a diagram-less. i thought it was easy. go figure. no, i'm not trying to brag. really. i'm very modest. it's one of my charms.
i love a really really good used book sale. or a good used record store. awesome sweets are awesome.
hmmm, i really need to scrap this and start over...... did i mention i hate writing about myself?..... perhaps i should write about you?
my perfect girl: oh, landmines abound here! my perfect woman is my life partner. i really want to paraphrase a certain supreme court justice here but... well, i'll know who she is after we meet. any hints? somewhat athletic, who can keep up with me (or i with you) when we only have so many minutes to catch the train/ferry/plane/buss/band/theatre. a certain amount of smarts are required. wit is better. wit beer is good too. in the end, height is important, and a certain amount of sveltitudity. but in the end, everything is in flux. really, who am i looking for? it's like a painting or a beautiful piece of music that you can listen to over and over, for the rest of (y)our lives.
someone criticized me for not saying what my plans were, to put it loosely. let's just leave it at long term equal relationship, there's too much to try to write here. little suprizes, fancy dinners for two (and a few million mosquitoes, i guess we'll be retreating indoors...), evenings and mornings goofing off, and adventures with impossible schedules, with details left off on purpose. and it's corny, but relationship and friendship....
something about enjoying lifes great pageant. yeah, together.
oh, i almost forgot. actually i did forget, so i'll put these moments here: things i don't do? motorcycles, and dope. and yes, my desk is as cluttered as my mind!
a first date. hmmm. a first date is all about figuring out what can't be described in prose, or in this format. someplace to talk, for some reason beverages always seem to figure. someplace with decent lighting, and please someplace where we can talk and not scream or shout at each other over the game or the band or the juke box.
the option to continue our meeting is always nice - either with dinner, or a walk or a gallery.
oh, and we could discuss why we chose what we chose for our "personality." i would have written "really?" or "none of the above" if i had a choice. but i guess there are only 52 personalities. oh well. i guess i'll settle for the "free thinker" box, but it's not really free thinking now, is it?
how about the fourth or fifth date where we just hang out on a pleasant warm evening and enjoy tasty beverages before putting something tastier on the grill? i have awesome fireflies. (but alas this year i have wicked skeeters. oh well.)