Jason

Writer

Writing, reading, teaching, acoustic music, sailing, yoga, travel, stalking the perfect buckwheat soba

Pale Fire by Nabokov, Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy, Earthly Powers by Anthony Burgess, anything by Charles Baxter, Andrea Barrett, Theodore Sturgeon and the entire Encyclopedia Brown series

Derzu Uzala: The Hunter, Burden of Dreams, Wings of Desire, La Jete, Rules of the Game, Monster From The Surf

Flaming Lips, Very Pleasant Neighbor, Larry Gallagher, Belle & Sebastian, Yo La Tengo, Ida, Beekeeper. Babe the Blue OX, Schubert, T. Monk, Kinetic Transparencies

Anything where the title character saves Christmas (or Kwanzaa, or Ramadan, or Puri).

Let's see... I'm writing a book set in the 18th and 19th centuries. I'm
fixing up an old house. I sail a vintage sailboat, play a 1920s-era upright
bass, and would still drive a Studebaker if I had room for it in my garage.
All that old stuff makes me sound like a fuddy-duddy antiquarian,
doesn't it? Actually, I'm a recovering technologist, and such artifacts are
just the antidote. I've made a mindful effort to deaccelerate--the
batteries in my Palm Pilot died years ago. Now I get to ride trains of
thought for days on end.

Oh, you know, brave-minded, geek-and-proud, creativity-centric, non-
dogmatically spiritual mensches and menschettes. I was married not so
long ago, and am the recent but proud father of a daughter, so people
who refuse to let matrimony or parenthood eat their brain are especially
admired.