I'm an editor/journalist who covers consumer technology. (You know those "techies" who all original San Franciscans hate? Yeah, I write about them.) So that's my job, but I often think I'd rather be one of those political pundits who appears on Lawrence O'Donnell or Rachel Maddow and riffs about "McCain-Feingold" or "Simpson-Bowles." Just one problem, though: I know these are bipartisan reform acts, but I have no idea what they really mean.
If you meet me in person, and if we really click and let all that ultra-polite small talk evaporate away, I trust you'll find me skeptical, opinionated, and even slightly misanthropic—but also demonstrably, emphatically warm and engaging. I'm an INTJ.
I am practiced in looking askance. I do not approve of mustaches. When I think of the TheOnion website, I proclaim silently, in my head, "L'onion!" in a thick French accent. I dislike various words, but will nonetheless use them when proper context and/or specificity is required. These include foodie, ointment, panties, moist, and crumpet.
Romance is tough. It often feels almost unlikely. But who knows. If we can cut through the unseemly over-sharing of OKCupid (and I'm as guilty as anyone), something might just happen. Please mail me if you think I might make you laugh, and vice versa.
Oh, and my pictures are up-to-date and I really am 6-feet-tall. But not an inch taller.