Alex

Lately, I've been trying to let instinct govern my thoughts and actions. So far, my experiment has proven exiting: I'm rediscovering how fun living on impulse is. I don't know at what point I tried to take control of every agent affecting my life, because its exhausting and quite frankly impossible, but, at the moment, I'm satisfied with the universe's randomness.

So, “about me.” Evidenty, I make awkward first impressions, because I usually just spurt out whatever's on my mind before looking up and realizing the person I'm talking to is completely unfamiliar to me and then when we officially shake and say our "nice to meet you's" we felt like we've known each other for years. This hasn't happened but I feel like it does.
A self-proclaimed geek, I try to be academic but I'm thinking I should change my major to theatre, because I've really just learned how to be a good actor, though I actually think this is precisely what every professional knows that they've mastered. Acting a certain way.
Like I mentioned earlier, I'm interested in returning to a more organic existence, one in which nature's laws of chance take hold and my body is subject to more stressors it was designed to withstand rather than not. Obviously, this is an asinine hippy remark, but I'm serious. I must concede, however, that living a fulfilling and prodctive existence in our world is incompatible with acting like a child on the first moral level too. So I'm going to be a little more complex than seeking pleasure and avoiding pain. With what I've been experimenting is a synthesis of control and chance: I selectively choose areas of existence and attempt to recreate the randomness I've learned I crave. For instance, I've integrated the worldview of Evolutionary Fitness into my life by subscribing to things like the Paleodiet and Crossfit.
Along these lines, I've curbed my yearning for nomadic roaming by doing some; this summer I went to Greece, flew to Alaska to work in a fishery, and hopped in a van to take the romanticized roadtrip down the Californian coast to Mexico. Travelling is so wonderful and fun and enlightening. I'm sort of trying to situate my professional life around the prospect of getting paid to travel the globe. And if that doesn't work (or in reality, it works out really well), I could one day achieve my life'a aspiration of establishing in an occupationol tribe on a sailboat that sails around the globe providing international/paleo food, music/poetry/dance/stories/art, fun, and a glimmer of hope to those looking for sustainable models for our now nearly global culture.
Something else all this travelling has taught me is how important my friends and family are to me. I'm thankful that they can be patient with me and understand my escapist tendencies.
But for as much as I enjoy the raw feeling of action, I enjoy musing, and often a time sit with my leg crossed on my knee, my head hung on a thought.
I find a similar sense of escape and hope and awe with music, both listening and playing. Mostly because I've been travelling so extensively, my music carreer has gone solo and in the singer-songwriter direction. I'm working on getting a few tunes, influenced by my travels and otherwise, down on tape and up on something. It's been ingrained in me since preschool to share, and I think there is no more noble human gesture than to create something and share it with someone.
So I guess this "about me" has become more of a snapshot--the about me of the moment--rather than a description of my enduring traits and interests. But I think any other "about me" would miss the mark and shoot someone else unawares right in the ass...and I don't want that to be me. It's not me; all I can tell you about myself is a collection of moments.
If you made it through my ramblings and are still interested, I'd be thrilled to speak with you.
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