Uncommon perhaps, original yes, obscure and authentic with effort, so no.

Musician who moonlights as a magazine editor who moonlights as a fiction writer/poet who dreams of being immersed in other cultures but who is still currently an ignorant North American. Hoping to make sense out of what the plan is before too much time passes and I end up being ensnared from gouging my own rut of indecision. I like dry humour over slapstick, I read Harpers over Maxim, conservative dresser, withdrawn if I am not sure of something, oftentimes I would rather listen to learn rather than be heard. I have traveled moderately but still would not call myself worldly. I am terrified of being average, however I am determining that amidst countless attempts at obscurity I end up being who I am anyway, which in essence is not that bad after all.