I suppose you've come to this page to find out about me - so I'll put aside that self-conscious feeling of overindulgence I get when I talk about myself to strangers and get on with it.
I've just finished up a PhD, on a topic that is a hybrid of evolutionary biology and computer science. The whole ordeal has been somewhat traumatic. I'm loath to start my profile with that little factoid, but after you've spent a number of years on such a monster, it does become a part of your identity.
Meanwhile, I'm working on building a small consulting company with my supervisors. This mostly involves statistical models of threatened species, and is frightfully sexy. It's pretty cool as it affords me a work life that is ethical, diverse, interesting, challenging and quality centric. That said, I'd rather not let work be the center of my life and only care about money as far as having enough to not worry about it. Work/life balance is supremely important to me. If there's one thing I've learnt from my education, it's what a waste it would be to squander it on profit. I'd much rather drive a shitty car (or, even better, ride my bike), spend less time working and more time with all the people/things I care about.
I'm open/honest to a fault, think that communication is paramount in all relationships, and get on best with people who are like-minded in that respect. I'm something of an idealist, especially regarding relationships.
I think people should be nice and look after each other. This philosophy poses me something of a quandary, when I pry open my introvert clam shell and expose myself to the densely populated world wide web. I'm good at reading messages and profiles - I relish in the things that people generously share on here and I can't recall reading a profile that didn't, at least, hint at a treasure lying beneath - a glimpse of the billion alternative universes where I made different decisions. But, time is finite, if not love, and the only way to do justice to the individual is to be selective (if you try to please everybody... yada, yada...).