Idealistic, enthusiastic, and unable to resist a bad pun. I love the spaces where seemingly contradictory things overlap. Childlike whimsy and old-man cantankerousness; high-concept lowbrow food; using humor to explain and process extremely serious things; the mixture of sacred and profane.

Sometimes I get awkward and/or geek out about stuff like language, politics, and , science, but I can be pleasant and charming and talk about normal stuff too. Though lately I've been spending a lot of time talking about emancipatory politics and feminist practice, and don't be afraid if I try and talk about them to you.

I recently saw this video which compares sexuality to musical jamming ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgd3m-x46JU ) , in that it's a collaboration rather than a commodity, and the point is to enjoy the process. I think this generalizes relationships in general; I'm not psyched about gender roles or the assumptions of certain things that guys should do and certain things that girls should do in dates/relationships. Let's instead say fuck that old bullshit, we should figure out our expectations of each other together.

Presently, I'm being an educator, freelancer, activist, caterer, musician, and a good friend, all while exploring around New York City and also around America.

I'm also in the process of figuring out how to contribute towards the kind of change I want to see to my community/world for a living. It's a tough one.

Rock 'n' roll, cooking, being a dork, making liqueurs, playing the trumpet, listening, bad puns, cuddling, explaining to bro-dudes why things are racist/sexist/otherwise shitty in ways they can understand and internalize, grammar, taking jokes way too far, laughing, bursting into song at the slightest provocation.

Recently, several people have said they thought I looked like a Republican when they first met me. I'm not a Republican. I'm about as far to the Left as anybody you know. It's just that punk rock–type clothes don't look good on me.

Books: The Master and Margarita, Lord of the Rings, Snow Crash, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, Dune, Batman, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, To Kill a Mockingbird, Candide, and most things by Kurt Vonnegut, Alan Moore, Douglas Adams, bell hooks, Oscar Wilde, and Bill Bryson

Movies: Star Wars and/or Trek, The Big Lebowski, Dr. Strangelove, Ghostbusters, The Incredibles, The Muppet Movie, My Neighbor Totoro, Blazing Saddles, Lord of the Rings, David Atttenborough documentaries

Music: The Clash, Sam Cooke, Rihanna, The Band, The World/Inferno Friendship Society, Wanda Jackson, Little Richard, Zeppelin, Azealia Banks, The Temptations, Handel's Jubilate Mass, Reel Big Fish, NOFX, Smokey Robinson & the Miracles, The Hold Steady, The Ramones, 16th Century English Madrigals, Cake, the Slackers, Less Than Jake, Springsteen, the Kleptones, Simon and/or Garfunkel, The Beatles, Wilson Pickett, Queen, Operation Ivy, Toots & the Maytals, Rancid, Gino Washington, Elvis Costello, The Aquabats!

Food: dead babies, fresh pasta, spinach, thai curry, avocadoes, lasagna, Mexican food carts in Queens, french onion soup, garlic, Carolina barbecue, mangoes, pork, the entire brassica genus, seitan, vindaloo.

I've worked as a cook or chef at places ranging from from a vegan hippie commune to a barbecue smokehouse, and love sharing and learning culinary techniques/history/theory/legends. I'm also kind of a pizza snob.

Other people, uncertainty, books, garlic, some kind of musical instrument.

OK, that's five; I'm low-maintenance.

The etymological origins of words and clichés.

How can I be romantic without relying on the fucked-up machinery of consumerism and patriarchy?

If Catholics have communion wafers that transubstantiate into the body of Christ when they're eaten, is it still Jesus when they crap it out?

How everything functions within the global cultural-economic system and how it's probably contributing to destroying the planet. (Also whether I need to adjust my tinfoil hat)

Is it possible to be hetero and queer? Would it be disingenuous to identify as such?

Am I still a punk? Or a hippie? Or some kind of strange mutant hybrid?

If I was somehow transported back in time, what miracles of modern science could I produce in order to prevent myself from immediately being jailed or killed for looking funny?

Tacos. Mmmmm... tacos.

Getting into trouble.

LEGOs say they're for ages 6-12. I totally played with them until I was 14 and a half.

You've succeeded in rejecting the ridiculous notion that it's the male's place to send the first message, because fuck the patriarchy.

Also if you want to hang out, drink interesting beer, watch movies with space ships, play guitar, or board games.

If you like to sing.

If you want to go on an adventure. If you want to cook some really, really good food. If you think humanity is worth fighting for.