I will attempt to cook anything. I believe fully in fortune cookies. I rely heavily on the kindness of strangers and my southern smile to keep it coming. I am a hoarder of mementos. Learning a wonderful new word or seeing a beautiful piece of art will keep me up all night. I love the feeling on my tongue when I bite into a tart cherry. I can stumble my way around a guitar. I love to give handmade gifts for any occasion or no occasion. I cherish the moments I see true friendship in my life. I love hiking and camping and kayaking and all that, but no bugs would make it a lot more pleasant. I like having multiples of things. I have stacks on stacks on stacks of books; that’s the kind of paper I want to get paid. I love books so much that I book bind. If you don’t know what that is, I’d love to be asked about it. It’s a dying art. I consider myself a craftsman more than an artist, and it wasn’t until I left art school that I began craving drawing. I relish in the moments that I can just stop and let music consume me. I never pass up an opportunity to trade a sketch for CD at a concert. Summer rain makes my nose scrunch. I’m a borderline extreme couponer. I believe wholeheartedly in living in the absolute present. I forgive easily and forget easier. I am an oxymoron, and I know less about myself than I ever have.  But I think that’s just fine.