into: Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: my little cup brims with tiddles. -Joyce//Nabokov
makes me happy: O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell
//O SOLITUDE! if I must with thee dwell,// Let it not be among the jumbled heap// Of murky buildings; climb with me the steep,-//Nature’s observatory-whence the dell,//Its flowery slopes, its river’s crystal swell,// May seem a span; let me thy vigils keep// ’Mongst boughs pavillion’d, where the deer’s swift leap // Startles the wild bee from the fox-glove bell.// But though I’ll gladly trace these scenes with thee,// Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind,// Whose words are images of thoughts refin’d,// Is my soul’s pleasure; and it sure must be// Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,// When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee. // -Keats
makes me sad: Monotheism
hobbies: bicycles, books, beer, backpacking
vices: Pro cycling, coffee
thoughts on sg: I like it
current crush: Christopher Hitchens
gets me hot: Excellent grammar, donuts
favorite position: Homo sum: humani nil a me alienum puto
MY KINK FACTOR: I buy sex toys at the hardware store.
