I'm in the process of making a new profile. This one is old :P

We are all porn stars. Every single one of us. Yep, you too.

At the top of the screen they are telling me to punch a rapper to win a free Ipod or something like that. And to be honest, it doesn't sound like a good deal.

I want to save the world, and have a lot of fun in the process. I do data entry during the day (I process personality tests!) and I'm a grad student in the evening.

Ok, apparently this OK Cupid thing (formerly the truly awesome Sparkmatch!) has me pegged as someone who is very "pure" and "mathematical." Doesn't that just spell out SEXY to you? "Whoah, check out that hunk over there! He looks so pure. Is that a slide rule in his pocket?!?"

I took a test recently which told me I am...
messy, disorganized, not rule conscious, rebellious, rash, weird, ambivalent about chaos, likes bizarre things, anti-authority, not good at saving money, not a perfectionist, leaves many things unfinished, low self control, strange, desires more attention, romantic daydreamer, abstract, impractical, unproductive, leisurely, likes the unknown. In other words, the kind that your mom will just love. Actually, moms always do love me.

I have to say something. OkCupid is not the real world. OkCupid conversations are not real conversations, OKFriends are not real friends. They can lead to real friendships, but that friendship requires shared space, a shared vision. It requires stepping out from behind the keyboard.

If you aren't willing to take another step, I will at some point be calling you a coward. Or a fool. Because I'm nice like that.

I am cute, cultured, and generous

I'm a hella good cook. I'm in school to be a teacher.

One of my favorite things to do is to click on "BAD Matches" and send them messages like "Hey, we're a horrible match... want to get together and make demon babies?"

I like foreign cultures. Margaret Mead wrote: "As the traveler who has once been from home is wiser than he who has never left his own doorstep, so a knowledge of one other culture should sharpen our ability to scrutinize more steadily, to appreciate more lovingly, our own.

languages, making food, baking, other cultures, listening, learning

I've heard, my dimples. Why do people dig dimples? This thing says I'm not thrifty. I think that means I'm not cheap. But you see, I am cheap. I wash my jeans in the bathtub. ("Why, you crazy old bastard", you ask? Let me tell you! I can save about four dollars, and it's a lot less wear on the clothes than the washing machine!) But I really enjoy saving money just to blow it on people I know. Once I bought about $20 worth of trinkets to give away while I'm substitute teaching.

Ok, I'm lazy, so I'm going to paste it from my LiveJournal (I'm eatsoylentgreen over there):

absolutely fabulous, absurdity, archaeology, art, art galleries, being naughty in church, black humor, blank notebooks, books, bookstores, brain picking, calvin and hobbes, cilantro, cirque du soleil, coen brothers, como park, cooking, creativity, dance, dark chocolate, dark city, david sedaris, economics, editing, edward gorey, elvis presley, england, europe, feminism, film, flea markets, france, freedom, french, friends, funk, games, garage sales, garlic, geeks, god, hips, homestarrunnner, human rights, immigrants, indian food, jamiroquai, jesus, landscaping, learning, learning languages, linguistics, literature, liz phair, london, lost in translation, medieval history, moby, moxy fruvous, museum hopping, museums, new york city, old houses, organic beauty, pacifism, paleontology, paris, paul wellstone, people watching, philanthropy, photography, procrastination, progressives, public transportation, queer eye, rathergood, reading, red meat, red wine, riverview theater, russia, sangria, sculpture, silence, singing, ska, strong bad, subversion, subways, sushi, teaching, thai food, the beatles, the big lebowski, the daily show, the onion, the simpsons, the specials, the tick, the white stripes, they might be giants, this american life, thrift stores, travel, twin cities, universal health care, uptown, used bookstores, vegetables, wallace and gromit, wanderlust, weirdness, wine

I'm not going to answer that. One thing about me (yes, let's talk about ME ME ME ME!) is that on almost all of the questions I put that it's irrelevant what the woman answers. And that's because I can imagine a perfectly moral, thoughtful person answering any one of the answers. I like different people, different ideas.

How would a library handle the Harry Potter rollout? Yes, an unimaginative one would order 2 or maybe 5 copies if they were generous. Then they would have a waiting list for people to check them out.

But in my dream library, we had fun in costumes, temporary tattoos, making potions and little exploding things (outside of course) and fortunetelling (which pissed off the conservative church members down the street)

And at 12 midnight, we opened the book that we ordered. I and a couple friends then started reading the first few chapters to all the kids, acting out the voices for the rapt crowd of nerdlings.

In the months before, I had a lottery ticket jar to see who would get to take the book home. For free you could put your name in, once per day. For a quarter you could put it in twice.

After reading for a couple hours, the name was drawn and Harry Potter went home with the lucky child.

wishing I had made plans to visit my friends.

I have a tendency to find something I like and overdo it to the extreme. A favorite videogame, a person, a kind of food. Recently I ate 3.5 pounds of baked beans during a 24 hour period. I'm still shocked at that one.

Say folks, I'm really busy nowadays, but I'd like to hear from you all. I don't have time for the IMing much... just drop me a line and tell me how you're doing, what you've been up to.

I'm secretly a nerdophile. It's actually a turnoff if I find out that a woman hates learning. And you can get me hot by talking about academic stuff you read. Or the instrument you play.

you'd like a nice chat. Or if you want to use my spear thrower.

Whenever I get messages it makes me happy. When I look and see that I have 4 or 5, part of my brain thinks "ooh, I'm so popular!" That's right, I'm in OKCupid High School.