I went with my art department in college to London, Paris, and Rome. I remember turning a corner in a museum and seeing, at the top of a stair, the Winged Victory. I remember catching my breath, and feeling my heart speed up, because it was so beautiful and larger-than-life. I later learned this was probably mild Stendahl syndrome. I seem to get it a lot when I look at beautiful things. I remember the Arc du Triomphe, and six-lane roundabouts with no defined lanes. I remember Kaua'i, and how beautiful everything in the world seemed - the night full of stars, the sense of being alone in the middle of the sea, at night, and the smell of island perfume: salt air and strange flora, crowned by the impossibly perfect scent of plumeria. I remember Japan, with so many independently owned shops and grocery stores; it was really amazing, how un-corporate everything was. I remember haggling in broken Spanish in Cancun, two sheets to the wind, and rappelling in the forests of Belize.

I can teach Shaolin Chuan Fa Kung Fu up to first degree black sash; I can teach English; I can teach how to use a computer, or how to use Adobe Photoshop and Adobe Illustrator; I can teach elementary art, i.e. color theory and how shapes fit together. I can't teach someone to draw, but I can show them how I draw and what tools can be used. I'm also very good at origami and stretching exercises.

Reading, writing, art, artmaking, martial arts, animation, good music, travel!, island life, world languages