I grew up in Ohio. I returned here a few years ago after completing my Master's Degree (Philosophy with a specialization in Bioethics) at Boston University. My thesis was on the ethics of human augmentation (the genetic engineering/cybernetic limb/psychopharmaceutical part, not the boob job part). If you are into the whole Myers-Briggs thing I am an INTJ.
I would be delighted at the chance to carry on an intelligent conversation about philosophy, popular science, behavioral economics, political theory, music, literature or, and this surprises even me, football. Never saw that last one coming.
This... this is probably obvious, but I'm a nerd.
I'd describe myself as a realist. Most people would probably call me a cynic. Though I suppose I would rather stand with George Carlin on this one and go with "disappointed idealist." That idealism does flare up now and again. It's reminiscent of heartburn in that way.
On a more serious note, I'm in the midst of renovating a house on the west side. It consumes an unfortunate amount of my time.
Movies: The Fountain, Children of Men, The Lion in Winter, The Seven Samurai, Lost in Translation, Charlie Wilson's War, Away from Her, Good Night and Good Luck.
I have a fondness for tragedy.
TV: I don't have cable, so what I do catch now is mostly via netflix. (old stuff) Farscape, Babylon 5, Firefly, Samurai Jack, Star Trek TNG and DS9, Futurama, House. (more current stuff) Downton Abbey, Game of Thrones, Mad Men, Breaking Bad, Rick and Morty, The Venture Brothers, Archer.
I just decided to re-watch the X-files. I'd forgotten how dead sexy Scully's scientific skepticism was. It helps that Gillian Anderson is a total fox, I'm sure.
Music: (brief list) Matthew Good, Andrew Bird, Florence and the Machine, Frightened Rabbit, Josh Ritter, Aimee Mann, Gregory Alan Isakov, Mumford and Sons, CCR, Pearl Jam, Basia Bulat, The National, Muse, Soundgarden, Iron and Wine.
Food: I don't eat sushi. It's a texture thing. Not that I object to going to sushi places, I'd just be ordering something else. Other than that, I am generally game for most types of cuisine.
Words, written beautifully
Moments of silence and stillness, now and again
Steam rising, wisp-like, from a glass of hot tea
An evening under the stars, occasionally
The sound of snow falling
Somewhere in that mess, cross referenced and averaged, is my typical Friday night.
I was once pulled over by the police while walking. This was a few years ago. I had come home from Boston for the winter break and having no need to be awake at any particular time I found myself milling about around 3 am. There had been a massive blizzard for much of the evening which was, just then, tapering to residual flurries. I looked out the window at the as-yet-undisturbed blanket of snow and decided it was a good time to take a walk. I bundled myself up, grabbed my ipod and set Clint Mansell's "The Last Man" on repeat.
The world was silent and still and unremittingly beautiful that night. The song I had picked seemed appropriate. But, I hadn't gotten too far down the road when I heard a car coming from behind me. The road just outside my home was divided and so I watched as a police cruiser sped on past me down that parallel road. I continued walking, and when he found a break in the median to turn around he did so. I figured he would stop and ask a question or two, but again he just passed right by. The development I grew up in is heavily wooded and has a number of small nature trails that go here and there throughout. Seeing the cop continue on his merry way, I cut across the road to one such trail, which led down to a small waterfall. I stood there, next to the waterfall, listening to the half frozen water thrum and pound over the shale for a few minutes, until I decided that I should head back before I, myself, froze.
When I emerged from the trail, I saw not one but two police cruisers pass by. He had called for backup. Again, due to the divided road, they were passing by on the wrong side. I continued up the road, back toward my house. Not to be outfoxed by traffic laws, the policemen exited the association onto a main road, and re-entered on the road I was now walking on. They sped toward me, turned on their lights and jumped out of their cars as I was slowly pulling my headphones from my ears. This began a roughly ten minute conversation wherein I attempted to convince two very confused and suspicious police officers that I really was just enjoying the quiet and the newly fallen snow. I didn't mention that they were ruining it. My explanation was met with consternation, but eventually one of them asked for my ID. I went to extricate my wallet from my pocket under my thick jacket and when I did so his hand moved quickly to his gun. I sighed and thought to myself "wonderful, this is how the world ends, a twitchy cop in the dead of night because I wanted to look at some snow." Fortunately, he refrained from shooting me, and once he confirmed that the address on my license was, in fact, just a few houses up the street from where we were they bade me a good night and drove off.
I mean this in a "you enjoy intelligent, witty banter and discovering the hidden, beautiful places of the world" sort of way, not the "I'm concerned when I am with you that I might wake up missing a kidney" sort of way.
I know, I know, where is my sense of adventure? Well, its terminus exists somewhere prior to involuntary organ donation.
Honestly, I'm on the verge of giving up.