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My self-summary
I've been the exception, in both good and bad ways, for my entire life, and I like to think that it's given me perspective. I'm trying to find a way to improve the world in a more-than-negligible way, and to become the sort of person who might be able to do it, but there's an inherent tension -- one that I haven't resolved -- between that and learning everything that I can about the universe while I'm still in it, and, you know, enjoying life while it lasts. I'm big on rational thought coupled with basic human decency.

If you're into personality tests, which you probably shouldn't be given that their scientific validity is fairly suspect, I'm an enneagram type 1 and an INTJ.

Here's a long autobiography that I typed at one point. Skip to the TLDR if you get bored:

I grew up in genteel poverty in south L.A. county. My family had two pianos (an upright and a baby grand -- I never learned to play either, sadly), a quite extensive library of decaying literature and medical texts, most of which I never read, a large but progressively diminishing amount of antique china (earthquakes), and regular stints without water or power. My father died when I was six, and then my mom fell into a 20 year depression.

She took me out of school after 7th grade with the intention of homeschooling me, which amounted to giving me a copy of Wheelock's Latin and telling me to come back once I knew it. You can imagine what I did instead. That lasted until what would have been my sophomore year of high school, at which point she panicked and enrolled me in a dubious independent study program run out of an office building in Long Beach.

I managed to get out when I was 19. My family had spent a few months in San Francisco while my father was undergoing cancer treatments, and my memories of that time -- the happiest of my life until that point -- together with Berkeley being the best school that it was possible to transfer to led me to move to the Bay Area. After so long at home (and later commuting to a JC) and having been largely raised by crazy people on internet message boards, my time at Cal was, socially speaking, my freshman year in high school through my senior year in college compressed into two years--and just as cringe-worthy as you'd imagine--but I made more good friends than bad ones.

I also made the questionable decision of majoring in international development studies (I'd probably have gone into a science if my high school had offered any real science or math beyond algebra, but as it was I really didn't want to be stuck in junior college in South Gate until I was 22, and development seemed like an area in which I could contribute to improving the world) and then graduating in 2008. I moved back home in 2009 thinking that, as an adult, I'd be able to get my mother's dilapidating house and long-delinquent finances in order. I did manage to keep the situation from completely collapsing (at least she still has the house), but I didn't make as much progress as I'd hoped and the price was that I stagnated for two years, so then I did what any reasonable person in the same situation would do and joined the Peace Corps.

I lived in a little village near the Black Sea coast of the Republic of Georgia (in Guria province). I mostly taught K-12 English, although I also did a good deal of university lecturing, human rights education, and rural development work. I built a road using rubble from the ruins of a collective farm, drank copiously from the horns of various animals at more all-night Georgian feasts than I can count, stayed in a refugee camp, explored cave cities, talked to a few ambassadors and Hillary Clinton, and caught parasites while climbing mountains. It was cool.

I got back last year, unsuccessfully looked for an apartment in Alameda for about a month, and then moved in with some friends in Norwalk while I studied for the LSAT. I had to take it twice, which made me miss the 2014 application deadlines, but at least I did pretty damn well the second time.

I'll be in the area for another year and a half. I'm back with my mom at the moment, but now that I've found an LSAT teaching gig it looks like I'll be able to move out pretty soon.

South Gate->Berkeley->South Gate->Tadzrisi->Ozurgeti->Alameda->Norwalk->South Gate
What I’m doing with my life
With the LSAT finally over, I'm starting my law school applications and trying to fix my mother's life for her (paying debts, lifting liens from her accounts, getting her healthcare, fixing broken things and making the property look a little less ugly, etc.--It's a job in itself).

Otherwise, I'm trying to find ways to make myself look marginally more attractive come the summer application season. I'm thinking of taking the GRE so I can apply to a joint J.D./M.P.P. program because I am a masochist.

I'm trying to decide whether I should shoot for public interest law (civil rights/civil liberties/maybe labor) or international human rights law. The latter sounds more appealing, but I wonder if that choice would represent a form of moral cowardice -- nobody criticizes you when you put Slobodan away, and you get to feel oh so good about yourself, whereas the progress to criticism/scrutiny/contempt ratio is somewhat lower for people trying to solve much more pressing issues back home. I'm interested in what others think about this one.

I'm also doing some volunteer work. Mostly GED prep classes with some people at a halfway house, though I'm going to try to start giving out free LSAT tutoring to offset some of the damage to the meritocracy that I'll be doing by working for a test prep company.
I’m really good at
-Staring vacantly into space
-Complaining. I discovered in Georgia that I can complain very well. I don't often come off as especially sympathetic, which renders it quite ineffectual, but it still has intrinsic value as performance art.
The first things people usually notice about me
There really isn't much that would set me apart from the crowd appearance-wise. I'm a 5'10" dude with brown hair. Some people seem to think that I have a foreign accent, which is bizarre since I have a bourgie, soporific NPR accent.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Writers: Dostoevsky, Hemingway, Mistry, Orwell (especially his essays)
Lately I've been reading a lot of nonfiction stuff about ethnic nationalism, partially to make sense of Georgia, partially because it'll be relevant if I go into international human rights.

Films: Children of Men, Pan's Labyrinth

TV: The Wire, Game of Thrones, Arrested Development, House of Cards (both of them), Community

Food: I like to try a lot of different cuisines -- if I didn't I wouldn't have joined the Peace Corps -- but this is an area in which, when left to my own devices, I let my Spockiness run wild and default to subsisting on utilitarian gruel.
The six things I could never do without
From recent experience: A creative outlet, friends who are family, a reason to believe that I'm doing something to improve the world, my wonderful computer, something to read, and shoes with thick soles.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
How I'm going to reassemble (who am I kidding, assemble) all the components of a functional first world existence. I also worry quite a bit -- about my friends and especially family here, about the host family and village that I left behind in Georgia, and about whether there's anything that I or anyone else who feels the same way can do to stem our society's collapse into a grimly hierarchical kleptocracy. I also enjoy brainstorming ideas for a book that I'm not writing.

And why a lot of my highest matches seem to be so big on eugenics.
On a typical Friday night I am
I have no idea. I'm free for the first time in 3 years.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I only really feel motivated to look for long term relationships, but for the last ~ten years, my life has been neatly divided into two year stints in any given location -- Berkeley, LA, Georgia -- which seems so fleeting. I don't want to have to wait until law school to find someone -- especially after Georgia, which was two years in the wilderness in more than one sense -- but I also don't like the idea of a relationship with an expiration date.

Also, Okcupid says I'm more wealthy, and though I'm tempted to just shut up and gratefully benefit from the mistake like I do when cashiers give me too much change... you should know that this is not the case.
You should message me if
-you want to undermine traditional gender roles. Or if you like me.

-or if you're going to be a dick and reinforce gender roles in this section then you at least use proper grammar while you're doing it: "Older than I," "Taller than I," etc.

-you'd be willing to indulge my impulse to go on stupidly long road trips just to look at some rocks.

- you care about the world and you're probably too hard on yourself.

-you want to meet and just see where it goes. Most of my high matches seem to be good and interesting people, and though I am mostly looking for a girlfriend, I'm grown up enough to appreciate rather than resent friendship.

-but if we do end up in a long term relationship, you'd be willing to help me avoid turning into Calvin's dad.