|Location||Montreal, Quebec, Canada|
|Introduction||Post-university, degree in hand... of course end up working as a chef at a random cafe... still holding dreams of becoming a *pastry* chef, and even more realistic dreams of going to japan next march for a loooooong time. wee. ^_^|
|Interests||veganism (huh yes), asian food markets, making zines, making comics, drawing with pens and pencil, being somewhat nocturnal, making sculptural food (gyoza, phyllo, sushi, et al), getting lost and smelling things, caterpillars and bugs, crazy folk music, dramatic weather, jewel-coloured quilts, philosophy, tea (30+ kinds and counting), holiday socks, that stupid model show, whiskey, empty jars, observing people, animations.|
|Favorite Movies||lost in translation, amelie, la femme nikita, the science of sleep, wizard people dear reader, the princess bride, miyazaki films|
|Favorite Music||shoegazer, prog, new wave, math rock, dream pop, noise rock, ye ye, anti-folk, anything icelandic|
|Favorite Books||orlando, through the looking glass, the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, speed, goblin market, the butterfly ward, the secular grail, drunken robot (a couple of train wrecks), the life and opinions of tristam shandy, any book where the narrative references itself|
How tall would you be if you had never cut your fingernails?
Tall enough to scratch the moon, but it would take a lot of coordination, what with the meteors and the swaying.