A free thinker, a man of the renaissance, a psychological warrior and a damn good Samaritan.

I'm the kind of guy who'll stay up until 4AM to help a complete stranger cram for a calculus exam. I'm a private pilot, a public treasure, a lover's best kept secret and my Brother's Keeper.

As I walk, the very earth moves beneath me. When I speak, even my most casual words are bequeathed to thee. I am a quiet man of mystery, mastery and intrigue, and yet I wear my story openly upon my sleeve for all to read. Depeche Mode once wrote a song about me.

Perhaps I am but a figment of my own imagination, but I like it that way, as the reality that exists in my own mind is the best of all possible realities. I think, therefore I do, therefore I am; reality manifested. I am a synonym of self-actualization.

Past: entrepreneuring, business mgmt., freelance graphic artistry.
Present: triple majoring in physics, biochemistry and biology.
Future: PhD for molecular biophysical research and/or an MD for neurosurgical doctoring.

Some people call me the space cowboy, others call me ambitious; I call myself Zach, a man with but one life to live, and the intent to use what time I have to shape the future and, in so doing, to etch my benefaction upon the pages of history.

... or I could just drop out, disrobe, don a cock sock and pursue my dreams as a Jesus-impersonating stripper instead. My mother always told me it's good to have a backup plan.

Mycology, hydroponic gardening, cooking, baking, defying the status quo, fly fishing, tying flies, flying ties, alchemy, "lone wolfing," throwing knives, picking locks, saying dickish things, hacking various electronic devices, having a high metabolism and intimidating introverted OkC girls with my haughty profile.

I'm currently learning to sew and tailor clothes; I'll be "really good" at this shortly, just as soon as I get these flat felled seams figured out.

I'm not black.

I don't care for pretentious lists; let's keep this sweet:

-Books: The Disappearing Spoon, The Code Book.
-Movies: Psychological thrillers, dark comedies.
-Shows: AD, BB, P&T's BS, TED and other stuff I can acronymize.
-Music: Probably way better than whatever's on your playlist, including club remixes, stuff with synths, alternative-newwave-dance-funk-punk rock, weird fusion shit like Punjabi, and post-Baroque classical.
-Food: Thai, Korean, whatever's on your plate (when you're not looking).

Octopus paxarbolis, my collection of fuzzy Douchebag™ headwear, my own brand of home brewed 14% ABV beer, elite thrifting, an assortment of ongoing DIY projects, chasing thermals.

"Boring" science stuff, like how much liquid N₂ I'd need to shatter the neighbor's cat.

... Kidding*!

(*Dead serious.)

Getting drug around town, drugged around town, and into drug-out f*ck-out hackysack brawls with Portland's foulest and most reviled bicycle gang: the Vegan Inlaws.

Alternatively: wouldn't you like to know.

I'm an experimental social psychologist, this profile is part of an ongoing study, and just by visiting you've already become my unwitting subject. Thanks for volunteering yourself to be my next guinea pig.

Also: I give killer moustache rides (but no, you can't have one, so don't even bother asking, hussy).

You probably shouldn't. If I were to respond and actually begin conversing with you, there'd be little hope for your delicate feminine mind to resist my gentile charms.

You've been warned.

p.s. I'm no man-slut and "less kind" is a load of crap; damn algorithms just don't know how to pigeon hole a Real Man™ like me.