Senior Editor for Atlas Obscura.
i want to be a cranberry farmer. i want to drive the plymouth to dakar rally. i want to work for a small magazine as a staff writer reporting on film and society. i never want to move to southern california. i want to volunteer all week long at the independent movie rental place around the corner from my apartment. i want to be diagnosed with synaesthesia. i want to drink lots of good bourbon without consequences. i want to write essays and go to school forever. i want to learn french again and get back my spanish. i want to be known for my photography. i want to work on a horse/cattle ranch. i want to design and make furniture. i want to engineer and market and sell a new, burpless pickle. i want to know everything about music there is to know and be able to talk about it without sounding like an asshole. i want to go to tokyo and montreal and iceland and russia. i want to send mail art, and i want to renovate a house, perhaps. should i ever have money to invest, i want to bankroll air-can whipped cream, freez-e/otter pop popsicles, and the original ice cream cone (pharmaceutical companies are temporary, whereas these foods are staples).
did this help you? it sort of helped me.