I color outside the lines.
And I try to avoid applying adjectives to myself, because one can never step into the same river twice; language can never pin down our flavors, tones, and textures. There's so much more to me beyond what you and I think we see in a person. And when we think we see some thing, we should assume that the potential for the opposite thing is strong. I consider all our proclamations and stands with a grain of salt. I wish we'd all learn to cut each other some more slack.
I'm glacially slow to judge.
A friend once called me a "cheerful goth." I'm often weighed down by the failures of modernity, that ocean of despair we've unleashed on otherness, that cage in which we perch our neurotic personalities (as if "personalities" really exist). My humor is dark and dry, but also very frequent: I have infinite faith in our ability to overcome the world. We, after all, made it, and we can unmake, mend and patch. Not cynical, but sarcastic. Never bitter, always aglow. I take you seriously, because I believe in you. Smiles and hugs come easy.
Q: What's worse than taking a bite out of an apple and finding a worm in it? A: The Holocaust.
Life is a dark corridor lined with candles. Sometimes it's all lit up! I'm getting more and more proficient at balancing the despicable necessities of capitalism with the creative swirl of the heartmind. For me, the perfect rhythm of life is made of six-month stretches, each devoted to different wonders: conducting ethnographic research, designing free software, acquiring languages, producing music, and writing very, very short stories. The post-punk new wave is always around me. It plays in my head when I'm listening to, yawn, boring people.
"Music wonÂ’t save you from anything but silence."
I don't wear watches, despise cellphone culture, and travel light. Why willingly clip my wings? Why would anyone? I have no interest in politics and other team sports, but enjoy vital action: daily yoga, far runs, high spirits and quick fingers. I mostly eat vegetables. Don't own a TV, but have a few musical instruments, book shelves, and there are trees outside my window.
There once was a boy who made up animals for a living.
I'm especially soft-spoken and gentle for a man, but my gaze has been known to intimidate. I'm wild, but never feral: I believe in civilization and progress, and that diligence and dedication help gardens grow. Do we make decisions based on passion? Or is it our mind that quietly points the way for our natures?
I appreciate the rational and the sensual as one and the same.
My Ideal Person:
I can't say I know exactly what I want, but by now I know what doesn't work. So, don't be:
1. Neurotic. We all have our quirks, but for some of you objectivity and a sober perspective are unsurmountable challenges. If you can't step outside yourself once in a while, then you'll never be able to stand next to me.
2. Meek. If you don't believe in yourself, I probably won't believe in you, either. I'm always there to buttress my friends, but in an intimate relationship, I'm turned on by equal footing. If you want something to lean on, go find yourself a nice fence.
3. Unstable. If your life falls apart at the drop of a hat, beware: I'm half-man, half-tornado. You don't have to be a sequoia, trunk as strong as the centuries, but if you're a lovely little dandelion, you will find yourself pulled into the stratosphere.
The last great book I read
I'll just list three favorites: Love in the Time of
Cholera (El Amor en los Tiempos del Cólera) by Gabriel García
Márquez; A Week of Kindness (Une Semaine de Bonté) by Max
Ernst; Autumn Journal by Louis MacNeice
My most humbling moment
As an Israeli citizen, it was my mandatory legal duty to
serve in the military. Luckily for me, my service began
right after the Oslo Peace Accords, during a short period
of hope and stability in the region. I was never commanded
to do anything that compromised my ethics. My humbling
moment occurred on day 3 of basic training, as I saw grown
men's spirits broken in order to make them into killing
machines. The human psyche can be so subtly manipulated,
even when encased in machismo, until it snaps like a twig.
Equally humbling, though, was our ability to survive.
There is a rare strength in vulnerability.
Favorite on-screen sex scene
It's in the film "Brazil, " in one of Sam
Lowry's dream sequences
The celebrity I resemble the most
I've been told I look like Bono, Johnny Depp, and Val
Kilmer: imagine their freak, three-way offspring.
The best or worst lie you've ever told:
I pretended I was Cherokee in order to get a free drink.
If I could be anywhere right now
Back in Mongolia, riding a horse across the steppe and drinking
fermented mares' milk with the old men.
Fill in the blank: _____ is sexy; _____ is sexier.
Form is sexy; content is sexier.
In my bedroom one will find...
Pieces of dyed paper. A cloth poster of Robert Smith (stolen
for me from a bathroom in London by a friend of mine). A few
paintings by friends. A few guitars. More dictionaries
than you have ever seen in your life.
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