I'm a creature of routine. I have a job, a dog, and a 6–day-a-week yoga practice. So some days my actions and movements are so choreographed that you could superimpose them on each other and notice only minor differences. From those differences, you might see a pattern, and from that pattern you'd see what's really going on. That said, I have a mischievous and adventurous streak.
Some of my favorite things:
Bustelo coffee made way too strong with a drip filter
Red wine with a single ice cube on a warm day
Ice cubes and trace minerals in my water bottle for hot yoga
Bedoin Tent, my neighborhood restaurant
Training the dog to love grapes
iTunes playlist with 200 instrumental songs, chosen for Sunday morning feeling, but used for working
Coconut water, acai smoothies, carrot/pear/ginger juice
My 1992 Bridgestone XO-1, newly refurbished with Albatross bar, bar-end shifters, cork grips, BMX-style pedals, and sprung Brooks saddle on order from England
My Ideal Person:
I'm beginning to think that what I'm really looking for is a yoga partner. Someone whose idea of a nice way to start a date is sweating in a hot room for 90 minutes. You're probably not too concerned about your hair. You think the only thing better than a Zico after class is a glass of wine. You're a creature of routine.
The last great book I read
I'm slowly working through McLuhan's Understanding
Media. It's engrossing to read a brilliant counterculture
hero making predictions 40+ years ago — and try to figure
out how much of what has happened was foreseen, unforeseen,
and some mixture of the two.
My most humbling moment
Sunbathing on the roof, I was accosted from 5 feet away by
a loud, obnoxious bird that looked right at me as he belted
out a mocking cry. I thought "what kind of bird is that?
it looks familiar." The bird flew away and came back
several times, each time resuming his mockery. I went downstairs,
got online, and started researching birds. Sure enough,
it was unmistakable: I'd been mocked by a mockingbird.
Favorite on-screen sex scene
Next question please.
The celebrity I resemble the most
I don't know about physical resemblance, but spiritually
I have always felt that I resemble Arnold Schwartzeneggar
circa 1979. That or Thelma White.
The best or worst lie I've ever told
No, I refuse to join the capitalist power structure.
If I could be anywhere right now
Lying in savasana, having completed a my second yoga class
of the day, enjoying the slowness of time.
Five items I can't live without
Computer, yoga shorts, dog, coffee, bike.
Fill in the blank: _____ is sexy; _____ is sexier.
Nice ass is sexy — nice asanas are sexier.
In my bedroom one will find...
Good dog, clean sheets, nice man. You might like it if I read
your book to you.
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