My Ideal Person:
::...up for drinkin', thinkin', & going to see decent bands {or unknown bands} or cover bands doing tinny, non-ironic renditions of duran duran's "rio" in the east village {kidding}

::has a craigslist addiction--or at least a soft spot for finding things like turntables and manual typewriters from the 20s or earlier with black keys, which may or may not remind you of terry gilliam's brazil.

::can get me into the park slope food coöp or spin a good tale about why many addresses in queens have hyphens.

:art emily brontë and part emily the strange?

::won't laugh too hard when I recount the story when I heard satyr, rather than seder, regarding passover.

::someone who has seen the tarantino scene in sleep with me, explaining how top gun is a homoerotic subversive film: "You've got Maverick, all right? He's on the edge, man. He's right on the fucking line, all right? And you've got Iceman, and all his crew. They're gay, they represent the gay man, all right? And they're saying, go, go the gay way, go the gay way. He could go both ways...Kelly McGillis, she's heterosexuality. She's saying: no, no, no, no, no, no, go the normal way, play by the rules, go the normal way. They're saying no, go the gay way, be the gay way, go for the gay way, all right? That is what's going on throughout that whole movie...He goes to her house, all right? It looks like they're going to have sex, you know, they're just kind of sitting back, he's takin' a shower and everything. They don't have sex. He gets on the motorcycle, drives away. She's like, "What the fuck, what the fuck is going on here?" Next scene, next scene you see her, she's in the elevator, she is dressed like a guy. She's got the cap on, she's got the aviator glasses, she's wearing the same jacket that the Iceman wears. She is, okay, this is how I gotta get this guy, this guy's going towards the gay way, I gotta bring him back, I gotta bring him back from the gay way, so I'm do that through subterfuge, I'm gonna dress like a man. All right? That is how she approaches it. All right, but the REAL ending of the movie is when they fight the MIGs at the end, all right? Because he has passed over into the gay way. They are this gay fighting fucking force, all right? And they're beating the Russians, the gays are beating the Russians. And it's over, and they fucking land, and Iceman's been trying to get Maverick the entire time, and finally, he's got him, all right? And what is the last fucking line that they have together? They're all hugging and kissing and happy with each other, and Ice comes up to Maverick, and he says, 'Man, you can ride my tail, anytime!' And what does Maverick say? 'You can ride mine!' Swordfight! Swordfight! Fuckin' A, man!"

::a fellow spectator/flâneuse, occassionally snapping pics of whatev'. one who doesn't mind gifts of spiky kiwanos, cactus pears, feijoas, or cherimoyas. i'll spare us all the durian, save for pranks & mischief.

: know of a place in haarlem. there are 5 cats. the game is that there's 1 cat for each borough. can you help me assign each cat a borough? the lithe queen {susie} might be manhattan. the mean 'nathan lane cat' {luke} might be queens. brooklyn, bronx, + staten island are confounding me.

::believes that italicization , letters & ligatures have an æsthetic value, which carries over to words, like épanouissement, straße, narcissus, and œuvre.

::the chair & CEO of jukt micronics? gun-wielding sandinista? uses myspace professionally, avocationally, & non-recreationally.

::someone who's genuinely floored with who they are. A confident, sometimes confidant.

::has a turntable? likes to listen to scratchy & not-so-scratchy records, whilst drinking cassis lambics.

::someone who likes going on spur of the moment adventures like seeing a late showing of a movie on a rainy thursday night. recalls things like the smell of freesias along the 101 in very early spring -or- how fun it can be to zoom along fdr drive on a sunny weekend with the sunroof open--perhaps a bit faster than the law allows.

::someone who loves films of most genres...selected few: la science des rêves, babel, flannel pajamas, inconvenient truth, blowup, la bataille d'alger, v for vendetta, cassanova, gn, + gl, me+you+everyone we know, crimen perfecto, huckabees, the machinist, before sunset, life aquatic, garden state, how to get the man's foot outta your ass.aka baadasssss, eternal sunshine, anchorman: the ron burgundy story, barbarian invasions, station agent, in america, team america, confessions of a dangerous mind, 400 blows, swimming pool, l'homme du train, winged migration, l'auberge espagnole, adaptation, macbeth, rabbit-proof fence, the hours, frida, punch-drunk love, va savior, donnie darko, ratcatcher, 13 convos about one thing, cq, monsoon wedding, importance of being earnest, cat's meow, le fableux destin d'amélie poulain, royal tenenbaums, pane e tulipani. :lease...nobody who insists on screening all of the aampas nominees for best picture or the prior winners or give me too much of a hard time for liking elia kazan's films, despite hating what he did in real life.

::someone who can make the mundane, e.g., grocery shopping or the santa monica farmers'/saint mark's greenmarket, fun. likes to go early to a greenmarket before the aggro stroller-in-the-ankles crowd gets there. buys organic, quietly & non-rabidly?

::someone who will point to a spot on a map and will want to go there.

:ne who draws, writes, paints, tags, photographs, or builds. A fellow woodworker? the creative thang. a foil to my musical untalentness? An oboe.bassoon.clarinet player? A percussionist? An experimenter w/ apple's garage band software? oh, if you want to craft songs on the mac, create mash-ups, can help me get over my fascination w/ 3/4 time + waltzes in altrock.folk, and/or rearrange existing songs since you really believe in that goethe quote: "Und umzuschaffen das Gesschaffene Dass sich's nicht zum Starren waffne Wikt ewiges lebendiges Thun/To refashion the fashioned, lest it stiffen into iron, means an endless vital activity," just e-mail me now, or wink, or hotlist, or whatever the protocol is on this crazy thing. maybe can play "head on a door" on a flutaphone or recorder. maybe can play or appreciate LOUD playings of "bigmouth strikes again."

::an ¡eclecticasista!

::believes that point reyes is a sacred place. will help me explore the hills behind my new place near paramount ranch. doesn't mind trips to nyc, even in august--is willing to use the subway in august. can tell me the best way to get from boerum hill to east harlem after midnight on the subway--as well as tell me when it's best to take a cab. ok, ok, when the L isn't running + I need to get to williamsburg from manhattan, take a cab. got it.

::a visionary who wants to make up her own new words. a proustian grammatician? an esperantist and/or someone who will allow me to butcher romance, hell, all languages.

::someone also deeply concerned with how medium and small-tobacco & pimpin' are often ignored by policy wonks and hip-hop culture, respectively.

::can guess my college major {3 degrees in the same thing} w/ 20 questions?

::múm fan, ok, how about someone who won't cringe at the thought of seeing múm.

::my rushmore.

::someone who can appreciate sappy lyrics by stockholmite swedes {in the right context} such as 'warm night': "follow you down on this warm night/down to a certain color/altough I'll make sure we fall on safe ground/I wouldnt lay your faith in my hands. snare me well with all your charms/bring out some amber to warm me/only kiss me if the light is right/otherwise we'll wait a while."

::NEITHER a queen bee NOR a wanna-be.

::someone patient enough to read all this crap. maybe something resonates.

::someone to tell me, 'you really don't need that,' at costco...unless I really do.

• The last great book I read
  gatsby, fitzgerald
  veronika decides to die, p. coelho
  ode to opposites, p.neruda
  san francisco blues, j.kerouac {I think it's chorus
  37 that will always make me think fondly of summers in the
  city}
  thinking w. type, e. lupton
  fleurs du mal, ch. de baudelaire
  _eco-design_ made me want to start an ecohip-hop movement:
  "y'all make me wanna bust the grid, up in here,
  up in here."
  the glorious double-oversize 1st. ed. of learning
  from las vegas, venturi, brown, izenour
• My most humbling moment
  realizing that grad. school often does precious little
  to prepare one for doing meaningful work that truly affects
  peoples' lives. also: spending an entire work day
  programming a very simple VisualBasic routine (I'm
  clearly not a programmer) thinking: (a) there should be
  circus/carnival music playing and (b) i don't remember
  smoking any pot. ::realizing that as faculty, I am "the
  man" and much of what I do is shuffling paper, although
  much less than at my prior gigs.
• Favorite on-screen sex scene
  The 'misfit toys'-esque romance of watson/sandler
  in punch-drunk love. margo tenenbaum's dossier.
  the hyper-real romances in abre los ojos. that electric
  tension b/t blanchett/fiennes in oscar&lucinda. retrograde
  as it is, brando + saint in onthewaterfront.
• The celebrity I resemble the most
  a far less popular eli cash
  a more grown-up stephane
• The best or worst lie I've ever told
  "oh, I'm ok." I recently cut my finger rather
  badly coring quinces & rather than rinse the wound
  in cold water, I had it on hot & thought of how dreamily
  blissful it felt. I think I even had a vision of jean-paul
  marat. luckily, there was an intervention of my proto-shock
  folly.
• If I could be anywhere right now
  point reyes but I won't say where...
  dive bar in LES.
• Five items I can't live without
  (1) Increasingly scattered friends
  (2) Being ambulatory
  (x) Being centered {over-rated}
  (4) Seeing colors {blue in particular}
  (5) Others' senses of humor
  
  
  (3) damn comfy burgundy pajamas
• Fill in the blank: _____ is sexy; _____ is sexier.
  el rio de nuestra señora la reina de los angeles de porciúncula
  o san francisco de asís is sexy; stealing kisses on the g-train
  is sexier!
  
  
  
  larry sultan at sfmoma is sexy; john currin at gagosian
  is sexier.
• In my bedroom one will find...
  organized chaos. north face gear that taunts, an old dresser
  w/ burl inserts that creaks, a bookcase with books that
  yearn to be read, a window with filtered sunlight. lots
  of maps. home-made coppery wort chiller, art supplies,
  drafting table, Henry Miller's Black Spring.