Silly, sarcastic, witty, occasionally serious (when absolutely necessary), honest and direct.

Eclectic, eccentric; Foghorn Leghorn might say "There's somethin', ah say, somethin' downright odd about that boy," but generally harmless and thoroughly housebroken.

I'm a gentleman who treats women well, just because I want to, and that's the only reason I need.

I bike and hike because I like to get out and enjoy the world around me. Yes, while biking, I am a Mamil!

I photograph to discover the (sometimes hidden, sometimes obvious) beauty inherent in all natural things, and quite a few human-made things as well.

Life is too short for artificial chocolate, imitation vanilla or margarine.

"High tech" provides a paycheck, but I'm more than your standard issue Silicon Valley nerd, and smarter than your average bear.

The only thing about me that's "Type A" is my blood. A+, in fact.

I'm not one of these guys: http://youtu.be/TozPgBhU4C0
You're welcome.

Working, biking, photographing, traveling, lather, rinse, repeat.

I work at Stanford and if you really want to know how the Internet works, I can tell you in mind-numbing detail. You see, it involves little gnomes...

Recently, I've been taking evening classes, with an emphasis on ancient Rome. In addition to classes, I've been on two archaeological digs: in (hot, dirty) Pompeii in 2009 and (rainy, cold) northern England in 2010.

One-handed clapping. Think of castanets but without the castanets. Should I ever be in a life-or-death flamenco situation, I'm prepared.

Baking cookies and cheesecakes.

Being punctual. I actually have to warn people about my punctuality, since being late is apparently expected.

Remembering people's faces, which is karmically balanced by an absolute inability to remember names.

Public speaking. I have no problems getting up in front of a crowd and yammering on about just about anything, even if I haven't a clue what I'm talking about.

I'm pretty handy with a camera, provided it's an all-manual all-mechanical one. Most modern cameras have too many buttons.

I can only presume it's my radiant aura of über-manly studliness?

I've often been told that I don't look my age. I have a painting of me in my closet that looks like a fat, old, bald dude with wrinkles. He's getting worse every year.

Books: I have finally read both Murakami and David Sedaris. Apparently, 99.99% of women on OKC are obsessed with one or the other or both of them. They were OK. I just finished "Cloud Atlas," and haven't yet seen the movie, that'll come later.

TV: It seems that HBO and AMC have me enslaved on Sunday nights, with Game o' Thrones, True Blood, Girls, Mad Men, The Walking Dead and Hell on Wheels. Add The Big Bang Theory, Mythbusters and some cooking shows.

Movies: I have a couple hundred DVDs, and my netflix queue is over 300 movies, so this list could be really long. A couple movies that you probably haven't seen but should: Smoke Signals, Ikiru.

Music: Eclectic and then some. I must warn you, I have quite a collection of bagpipe music.

Food: On a plate, or in a bowl, or on a stick, or hand-held. I'm not really picky. Don't really care for bell peppers, though.

Dark chocolate.
Living near an ocean.
My cameras, and there are several, but not a single DSLR, and that's just fine.
A bicycle (or two, or three, or four).
Trader Joe's.
Eyeglasses (gotta see!)

The Scheimpflug principle (made you look it up, didn't I?)
Will the weather let me get in a good bike ride and/or photo excursion this weekend?
That woodchuck and wood...Could it? Would it?
Why don't TV shows ever advise viewer indiscretion?
If I'm a "roadie" on my road bike, am I a "mountie" on my mountain bike? Do I get a nifty hat?

I'm putting on my top hat,
Tying up my white tie,
Brushing off my tails.
I'm duding up my shirtfront,
Putting in the shirt studs,
Polishing my nails...

Actually, I'm probably just watching Netflix, since I tend to do long bike rides on Saturday mornings. I'm definitely not polishing my nails, well, almost definitely not...

I insulted a man in Reno...just to watch him cry.

I have dimples and I'm not afraid to use them!

In college, I took both modern and jazz dance classes. Yes, of course, I did it to meet girls, and no, of course not, it didn't work.

Go ahead, send a message, I don't bite! Well, not unless asked very nicely. And yes I will reply, even with a "no, thank you" to any message.

Oh, one not-so-tiny requirement: Please be sane. Is that too much to ask?

If this makes you smile: http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap120710.html

If you don't find this at least somewhat amusing, you may have problems with my sense of humor: http://adult.engrish.com/2010/10/29/see-jane-drool/