I like my humor dry but witty, my chicken tikka masalas spicy, my Szarlotkas heavy on the bison grass vodka, and my engines of the Carnot variety.
What I’m doing with my life
Ever closer to getting my PhD in Synthetic Organic Chemistry. My life is basically like one of those Xzibit memes: Yo dawg, I heard you like cancer. So I'm giving you cancer while you're trying to cure cancer. The struggle is real.
When I want to get away from the toxic fumes, I'm usually playing co-op board games with my labmates, trying to find a bar in this city that makes a Sniff & Wesson, or jumping my cares away at a pop punk concert.
I’m really good at
Convincing other people to be up for causing mayhem.
Nailing the one song you should apparently never do at karaoke: One Week by The Barenaked Ladies.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
First-hand accounts of the inner workings of religious cults with sensationalist titles like Moonwebs: Journey into the Mind of a Cult.
True-story or fiction films about cover-ups/conspiracies. And You've Got Mail.
Jericho, Justified, The Good Wife, Code Black, The Last Ship, Dig, The Blacklist, Veep, Black Mirror, Wayward Pines, Zoo.
The Generationals, We Are Scientists, Sam & Dave, Townes Van Zandt, Elvis Costello, Stiff Little Fingers.
Cherries, extra strong cheddar cheese, dill pickles, and shrimp.
The six things I could never do without
- Stop Making Sense
- A rotovap
- Shazam (that app is as close to magic as I've seen)
- OPUS card
- Goi Cuon
- This American Life
I spend a lot of time thinking about
If it's possible to live in a big city and own a German Giant rabbit.
WHERE IS JA?
On a typical Friday night I am
Using a machete to cut through red tape.
Drinking Bombay Sapphire out of the bottle while sitting at the
base of the Mount Royal cross in the middle of winter at 4 am. We
like to keep things classy like that.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
When I was younger, I asked my dad why The loneliest Monk was so into jazz. Still haven't lived that one down.
You should message me if
You're a one track lover, down a two way lane.
Your idea of an excellent Sunday morning might involve laying in bed, doing the NYT crossword together.
You have a record player.