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I live in Alaska, USA. Avid reader (poetry, "literary," sci-fi, (mostly British) mysteries, Shakespeare, books about books, books about language)) and writer (poetry, and a 3x-weekly newsletter). Obsessed with watermarked and other vintage paper, fountain pens and inks. Enthusiastic origami folder, though not particular skilled at it.

Let's say authors instead: David Foster Wallace, Mary Beard, Jack Gilbert, Gustave Flaubert, Heather McHugh, James Wright, John Berryman, Raymond Carver, Nick Hornby, William Matthews, Colin Dexter, Donna Tartt, Kevin Brockmeier...so many authors, so little time.

Regina Spektor, Elliott Smith, Ben Folds, Rilo Kiley, Aimee Mann, Okkervil River, Aimee Mann, Radiohead, The Hold Steady, Alice in Chains, The Weakerthans

Stars, inter-stellar light, quantum entanglement, the sound leaves make in the dark as night sets in, the small hollow at the base of a woman's neck, hip bones, ruins of Roman colosseums, emotion expressed in the eyes, emerald flaws, solipsism, recurrence, multiple infinities, infinity plus one, ruined and abandoned places I once inhabited, the gathering of dew, the perfect arch of an ecstatic back, monkeys, the rare knowledge that something is happening for the last time when it is happening, stone, the quiet moments after, missing teeth, fine blonde hair on a tan thigh, the sound keyboards make in the movies, decaying flowers, walking in the pitch-black night, my biological father's face, epitaphs, dark matter, the technological singularity, Rothko canvases in the right light, caves, the sound of the sea in shells, forgotten ideas, the flow of auroral light, ligatures, spines and bowls, moonlight reflected on the wind-blown sea.