I currently live in San Francisco and have been here for around six years. I grew up in Sonoma County, went to school at UCSC, lived in San Diego for a year, swore I would never move to San Francisco, then moved to San Francisco.

I majored in Sociology at UCSC, which I may as well have majored in Baked Potatoes at the International School of Carbohydrate Enthusiasts for the effect it has on my current life.

I never wanted to live in SF as a kid because (please read the next part in your best neurotic Jewish voice) the cars and the traffic and the people and the noise and the rent and oy vey!

But then most of my favorite people in the world moved here, I thought "Ah what the heck?", moved to SF, and have been here ever since. Living here through two Giants' World Series will be something I never forget. (Side note on that: who keeps old couches around just to burn them in the street when their favorite athletic club wins an important sporting title? Seems silly.)

Other highlights of living here: Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, Bay to Breakers, burritos, having access to every kind of food, having access to fresh produce, knowing most bands/comedians will have a stop here...

First off, I am opposed to the wording of this section. It sounds like something an overbearing mother would say in Woody Allen movie. "Bubbula, what are you doing with your life? Poppy worked three jobs and went to night school to put food on the table for you!"

Anyway, that aside, I am living in San Francisco and working as a solar installer. I am hoping to take that one of three directions, which are, in order (with some additional thoughts):
1. Construction management (I'd get to be in the field but not have to do the grunt work)
2. Master electrician (it would be cool to have "master" in my title)
3. Small business owner (don't care for the stress/hours)

I am not in this to sit here and stroke my ego, so I don't think I would personally claim to be "really good" at much of anything. People who are "really good" at things are professional athletes, chefs, and musicians. Until someone pays you to do something, you are probably just "pretty good" at it, right?

I am alright at the drums. People seem to think I am pretty good at cooking. I enjoy making things out of wood and metal fasteners though rarely have the time. I have brewed some pretty decent beers, though again, have not been super active on that front recently.

My sock tan is the stuff of legend.

Shows: Community, Parks and Rec...
Guilty pleasure category: Survivor - I watch with friends as a fun excuse for a mid week gathering.
Music: Titus Andronicus, The Bronx (Mariachi el Bronx as well), Propagandhi, They Might Be Giants, D4, HWM, World/Inferno, Cobra Skulls, Japandroids, uhm...many other things
Guilty pleasure category: Lots and lots of pop punk stuff. Like, lots.
Movies: I like movies.
Food: Best burger - Southern Pacific; best burrito - Cancun; best bakery - Arizmendi; best Chinese - Eric's; best overall food - Suppenkuche; best bigass sandwich - Sweet Chinito's; best non-SF place - Wildwood bakery in Sonoma County.

1. Burritos
2. Three way tie for boring, standard answers: Music, friends, family (Is it bad that friends and family were placed below burritos? Maybe I am just hungry as I type this)
3. 49ers (the athletic football competitors, not the historic miners)
4. Good beer
5. Pickles
6. Salsa (separate category from burritos. I say this because most places in SF do NOT have salsa bars; many do not even have decent Pico de Gallo. This is the real reason why the terrorists hate us.)

I spend more time than I probably should thinking about the 49ers. The internet is a very dangerous thing for people who may have a moderate obsession with something. It is easy to spend hours reading about and following that moderate obsession and, wouldn't you know it, voila! You've got a full-blown obsession.

On a typical Friday I am likely in the mood to get home, complain about work for a couple minutes*, drink a beer, rent a movie, grab some Chinese, and hit the sack early. Or, you know, drink until I black out. One or the other.

*Don't take this to mean I am a sad sack that hates my job; I like my job, but there is always that one task or one interaction or one crappy worker that just really demands a good ol'-fashioned bitch sesh.

I measured myself at work recently and there is a chance I am closer to 5'9" than 5'10". I will let you know as this story develops.

If you have enjoyed reading my page and have gotten all the way to this point, then it seems there a reasonable chance you would find me to be an entertaining person.

In no way necessary, but bonus points if you dig punk music and can throw a football. And maybe don't mind the occasional poop joke. And you aren't a dude, because I think I may have just described a dude.