Hello, my friends!
My name is Matthew Koenig, and I live in Santa Fe, New Mexico, though I also call Portland, Oregon; Stavanger, Norway; New York City; the Nicoya peninsula, Costa Rica; most of the East Coast, half of the West Coast, and parts of Oklahoma and Texas, home.
I’m a contemplative soul, and I appreciate the simple things in life: a long walk in the woods, a cup of yerba mate on a cold winter morning, homemade underpants, antimatter, V-12 British touring sedans, and houses made out of Siberian tiger penises and shredded Guttenberg bibles. If I had to describe myself in 53 words, however, I would say I’m quite energetic, I have a penchant for proper punctuation, I’m fond of both stuffed babarussas and the grand pajandram of the English language, and I positively thrill at the prospect of a New World Order. I don’t like poultry farms, people who feel too much, healing modalities that involve weeping, and the sanctity of free-market capitalism.
Please enjoy my little bits of nonsense. They’re quite silly.