Bitten by the Wanderlust bug early on, I’m accustomed to sleeping before takeoff and packing light. I select leisure destinations based on whim while obligatory travel often turns into a welcome respite aided by an easily replenished list of audio or traditional books, surprisingly entertaining road-trip landscapes or quiet time to reflect on whatever comes to mind. At times I forget to pack socks in my trusty wine colored Mandarina Duck carry-on then have to stand on the outside edges of my feet while raising my arms overhead in the airport security x-ray booth. Shudder. But that’s about as tweaked as I get while travelling.
Since leaving my birthplace outside of Chicago, I’ve lived in Europe for a short while. After shuttling back and forth to San Francisco and New York for a number of years I’m now taking part of the revitalization experiment going on in downtown Los Angeles...including the possibility of getting rid of my hybrid car. I yearn to live in a pedestrian-friendly city, so a reconnaissance tour is close on the horizon. China, Southeast Asia or South America are currently contenders.
As an architect, I always have a Pilot Razor Point pen on my person.
I’m a quiet and neat guest, ‘discret’ as the proprietress of my Versailles apartment said in her likewise ‘discreet’ way. Judgments aside, I never took up smoking, but I can be a receptive ear for friends’ (website hidden) when they try to quit. Cats seem to dislike me, but dogs do? Perhaps the former sense that I’m allergic to them or that I envy their sense of balance. My gymnastics career ended in High School a million years ago.