I don't know what I'm doing and it is absolutely lovely like that. The day I feel boredom will be a day upon which I've failed, because right now there is moshing and dancing and learning and building and so much badassery to stride up on. Though it sounds insane and may well be, I'm no longer certain that I inhabit the same reality as most people. I live in a super-connected technology bubble where the future happens faster and I viscerally feel the thinness of reality pervading the ever-fuzzier line between my imagination and work. It is as though, through the actions of transforming my imagination and ambition into real stuff, I have created a pocket in reality full of magic and awe in which the distortion of everything else has become palpable. And what's even better is that when I manage to gild my tongue with silver and insert a complete view of that sub-pocket into another person's mind, it gets bigger and more saturated and the ripples get bigger and more tempting. This began when I looked around the world and felt out its connections only to find the tool set of reality entirely inadequate. I mean, we're humans, we can encapsulate entire unrealities and unpeople in our imaginations and then transmit them to others, and as such we should wield technology like high magic! It ain't there yet, so I'm out to build that magic.

Disclaimer Notes
I'm seeing someone. I like her a lot. Both her and I are open to more, whether alone or in combination. But seriously, I am out to just make friends first and foremost, not out to lech up the place.

Consultant/entrepreneur and hacker/engineer moshing in a pit of exciting possibilities and somehow stage-surfing into a future where I can fly. I have a 22-step plan for this (I'm now on step 17) that I refuse to write down.

Building and fixing. Analyzing, measuring, experimenting upon, and fixing complex systems as well as designing, testing, and deploying deep awesomeness are what keeps me happy and my head fat. With detailed systems encapsulating dozens of intricate moving parts, scope and context become hugely important so I tread and tinker at many scales and situations. I am some sort of bastard amalgam of scientist, engineer, hacker, businessman, musician, designer, chef, and artist.

For example: I make barbeque sauces from scratch. Each one of them is mind-blowingly wonderful. And when I cook with them, I pair perfect cocktails and choose the right music. All parts attended to, conceptualized, and created. Ain't nothing left out when I get busy.

Sight: Tall, blonde, dapper.

Sound: Deep, weird accent.

Smell: Amber resin, aromatics, cedar smoke, and tea.

Touch: Firm and warm. Sometimes chapped with a few jutty angles.

Taste: Cinnamon and tea.

Humor: Morbid and irreverent.

Interaction: Not all there. Parts of me are usually engaged in other machinery at vast distances.

ಠ_ಠ I ain't picking favorites. There are too many things I like too well to easily throw a list to you.

That being said, I want Noisia to helm a remix album of Shostakovich string quartets and Liszt waltzes. I want Guillermo del Toro to develop an X-Men movie. I want raspberries the size of apples. I want Ashley Wood to illustrate Feynman's "Quantum Electrodynamics". I want Cory Doctorow to remix Neil Gaiman's Sandman series with Mike Mignola inking characters and Ben Templesmith providing all the color and backgrounds. I want MARS-1 to design a race car and Roger Ballen to fight Tarantino in remaking Chitty Chitty Bang Bang while Rob Zombie and Jacaszek battle over its soundtrack. I want to taste pure green (lemon matcha distilled is close) and chew warm purple (filo dough and blackberries with rum is close). I want Eicca Toppinen and Mike Patton to write a formal requiem while John Zorn, Yael Naim (or Kimbra or Janelle Monae), and Tom Waits record an album of old blues standards as handed down to use by Leadbelly, Howlin' Wolf, and Dinah Washington. Michael Bay should make Bollywood-themed action pornography. Eugene Hutz should put together a traveling circus and I should be able to print out pie.

Hammer, headphones, hackerspace, heat, hunger, heathenry.

How to break physics with technology. How to shoot lightning bolts out of my hands. Building myself some new sensory inputs. Why there aren't more occasions than racing to wear face paint. The Reality Normalization Field. Textures and smells and neologisms. Behaviors as emergent properties of inputs, thoughts as emergent properties of chemistry, wrapping myself around complex systems until I've fully grokked their depths. Tools. Parts. Combinations thereof into beauty. Futurology and trend prediction. Nonlinear dynamics, biochemistry, electronics, programming, user interfaces, armchair transhumanism. Buttons! What doesn't yet exist that I need to exist and am going to have to just make myself.

Stubbornly trying to light water on fire.

The more I know, the less I understand. This bothers me.

You may choose from the following options:

A. Introduce me to new music.
B. Make a bid on my time or cooking.
C. Tell me the joke that will send you to hell.
D. Reply to something inane I've said.
E. You need to borrow a tool.