The living resume is here, infrequently built wares of soft here. The largely unattended running photo album is here (a better, more self-effacing photo album collects internet dust here.) Little shards of my left brain may get scattered around here. I simply cannot tweet as well as any common sparrow, so I am content to listen (to them).
My favorite words are those that construct images. I often trail off mid-sentence because I am trying to find the perfect one. If you know of any authors who are brilliant at bringing images to life, please do recommend. I am starting to really fall for surrealist artists.
Current identity-crisis-solving theory: I care about the things I care about because I find beauty in them. Dance, rhythm, musicality, quality of movement. The art of aging. Figurative language, well-timed wit, elegant transitions. Minds whose power I can barely comprehend. Abstraction. Nature. Grassroots conservation, clean energy, circular supply chains, cultures of reciprocity, cultures tied to their environments. People. Friendship. Teammates who call each other close friends.
I find beauty in all these things, and so much more. I am fed up trying to find a more unifying theory than this one. The beauty of beauty is how deeply mine it is. And I always love to discover more.
I am both less and more than my digital presence. Hopefully more of more.
SF Bay Area > Boston > London > Zürich > Santa Cruz > NY > Berlin > NY // SF > ...
T-T-G // A-A-T.
P.S. I am looking for my next role.
If you or someone you know is looking for their next hire,
please check out my quasi-not-really-a-CV.
If you or someone you know is looking for their next hire,
please check out my quasi-not-really-a-CV.