I was born in Massachusetts, majored in film at Vassar, and then moved to NYC about 5 years ago. Mostly because, working in film, it was down to either NY or LA. And never living in LA is one of my life goals.

I'm an optimist, but in the sense that I think things are pretty awful right now, but people are basically decent, and they're going to get better in the long run. And hey, things are significantly less terrible than they used to be. I'm a big fan of science, although I don't have the math aptitude to understand a the math-ier bits. Late nights and Wikipedia have filled my head with far, far too much useless trivia. Including things I really wish I could get out of my head, like the horrifying truth about ducks. Ducks, it turns out, are secretly the worst.

I have a cat, Zeke, who is objectively the best cat. They did studies, and they found he was the best cat by statistically significant margins.

...also I worked for two years as a video editor for this awful, awful alternative medicine/medical conspiracy theory place and have a visceral reaction to pseudoscience. So stuff like, say, homeopathy, makes me... snippy. And argumentative.

Working as a video editor/assistant video editor. Mostly ads, but got some music videos and web comedy stuff, which I'm trying to move more into going forward.

-Cooking a variety of pastas. Food that doesn't involve throwing together a sauce/boiling noodles? Not... not so much. Oh, except eggs benedict. I can make that too.
-Overanalyzing media. Thanks film major! I'm still trying to shake the urge to write a paper on the depiction of race in Transformers 2, or construction of gender and sexual identity in Nightmare on Elm Street 2. I'm not sure why, but this urge is strongest with terrible, terrible movies.
-Being the weak link on Trivia teams.

Movies: Alien, City of God, Serenity, Fucking Amal, Shaun of the Dead, Let The Right One In, 12 Monkeys, Pan's Labrynth, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Wet Hot American Summer, Scott Pilgrim vs The World, Cabin in the Woods.
Music: The Decemberists, Santogold, Basia Bulait, The Go! Team, Metric, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Arcade Fire, Girl Talk and other Mashups, Passion Pit, Pixies, Tegan and Sarah, Sleighbells... I dunno, Florence + The Machine, TV on the Radio, and a bunch of other stuff.
TV: The Wire, Community (although these new episodes are just bumming me out), Parks and Recreation, Mad Men, Friday Night Lights, The Venture Bros, Tim and Eric Show Great Job!, Clone High, Home Movies, The Simpsons (but, y'know, the old episodes), The Office, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Firefly, The Daily Show and The Colbert Report, So You Think You Can Dance, Childrens Hospital, Party Down
Books: Kleinzeit, Kurt Vonnegut, A Song of Ice and Fire
Podcasts: The Paul F. Thompkast, Radiolab, Mike and Tom Eat Snacks, This American Life, WTF, All Songs Considered, How Did This Get Made?, Hardcore History, On The Media, The Memory Palace

Food: Thai, Mexican, Indian, and... well, recently I've been eating a lot of Thai and veggie burritos.

-Internet access
-My music/podcast collection
-The aforementioned cat.
-That... is about it. I mean, besides food, shelter, potable water, and all that stuff. But I'm assuming this section isn't a pop quiz on Maslow's hierarchy of needs.

How awesome it would be if I could go back in time and tell Young Me to learn a whole bunch of foreign languages or something, or travel forward in time and get a bunch of future technology and then build a house on the moon. I saw Back To The Future a lot when my brain was super impressionable.

Which is also why I spend a lot of time thinking about how awesome hoverboards are. And how they don't work on water, unless you got powah.

Oh, and then I read A People's History of the United States a few months ago, and then I spent a lot of time thinking about how much I'd like to go back in time and try to make American history not the most depressing thing ever.

At a whiskey tavern with some fellow post production friends, ordering drinks based on how awesome their names are. Then immediately regretting making drink choices based on name because the Fighting Cock is not a very good whiskey at all but goddamn is that a good name. (Fortunately, the Rebel Yell and Virginia Gentleman worked out pretty okay...)

...or at the Nitehawk, doing basically the same thing while a movie is playing.

I am pretty much the worst at geography. And I misspell "definitely" pretty consistently. I had a reoccurring nightmare during middle and high school about the front (and just the front) of my teeth turning to wood, which was deeply horrifying for reasons I'm at a loss to explain. I have a general phobia about tooth loss, which I can at least chalk up to having knocked out my front tooth on a rock when I was a kid. But the wooden tooth front thing? No idea where the hell that comes from.