About thesuperheavy.com...er, I mean me

I'm going through the scraps of paper, loose pictures, and random letters and whatnots of the past few years in an attempt at getting organized before I shift my global locae yet again and I realize I'm having a hard time keeping track of myself - the self I've lived and been these past few years.
I know that the self I was before is safely tucked away in boxes somewhere in eastern Washington where my darling mother stored them for me...the dregs of the pre third world me.

When I left the States it was easier somehow...or at least there was a place to put what I didn't want to part with so I could let it be, return to it later (much, much later I realize now) and figure out then what's important and necessary to keep of my historical self. But this time, there is nowhere to store anything at all and the box marked for shipping back to the States is crammed full of all the lovely touristy things I've bought to help keep this era alive at least on shelves and walls in the form of artwork and tiny beaded boxes...all that junky shiny stuff that makes me feel like a crow it's so natural for me to pick them up, want them, need them.

Anyway, among the wrinkled papers and images are parts of my life I can barely remember, and that's kind of scary considering everything I'm looking at is maximum three and a half years old. So, I'm going to keep this habit of writing up a little bio every once in a while - based on nothing in particular other than the desire to be able to look back and remember.

I'm grateful for this messy adventure that is my life - I mean, it's so chock full of experience and strangeness. It's wonderful, but I just can't possibly be expected to remember all of it on my own.
Thank God for the technology that is internet blogging - I tend to throw away my paper-posts..and that's exactly what I'm about to do, in favor of extra room for shoes and hair products.

So....

Age: 33 (scorpio)

Mass: 52kg

Hometown: the 206

Previous locae: Tehran, Iran

Current locae: Bangalore, India

Next stop: Kathmandu, Nepal

In high school voted: most likely to be seen out of class

Cohabitate with: the brilliant and talented Hamidof, Mooshy (a furry shark masquerading as a mouse), some cockroaches, lots of dirt and noise

In love with: the aforementioned brilliant and talented, furry and incognito entities

Not so much liking: meat, sun, some cockroaches, lots of dirt and noise

Wishing for: a tiny diapered girl-version of Hamid, no need of suitcases, better hotels, more shoes - always more shoes, truly white whites

Working on: being the rich dad, moving from vegan to veg and back again, not cutting my hair

Reading: Starting Your Own Corporation, Nitzsche: Thus Spake Zarathustra (I have been reading this book for two years, over and over again), Hafez, Postsecret

Missing: Miss Jess, walk in closets, proper bathrooms, sushi, Whole Foods market, playing Chutes and Ladders with Sophia and Nathaniel

Not so much missing: the club scene, credit cards (yes, really...I don't have a single one), alarm clocks

Passionate about: our marriage, our business (in that order)

Things I've learned to do: drive a motorcycle, crash a motorcycle, leave it all behind, have more fun with a party of two than ten, be completely alone in the middle of the planet and like it, ride a horse, talk to my parents, grow a business from literally nothing, be myself