I grew up in the north end of the Santa Cruz mountains in a town called Kings Mountain. Redwood forest= awesome place to grow up. After that I went to LA; UCLA, then stayed a few years after. I can't honestly disagree with most things that people hate about LA but I still love the place. I think of it as more of a skill than a place, somewhere between eating right and balancing a mean heroine addiction. Rule #1: Know your escapes. I hope always to have at least a few dear friends in the city of angeles. After that I moved to Chicago. The best city. Hands down. If the weather weren't hellish enough to weed out us weaklings the place would be overrun. I lasted just over three years riding a bike around town and slinging booze at a bar on the near north side. Good times. After that, about five years ago now, I moved back to the bay area.
Now a days I live in sunny San Mateo. I take care of a private bonsai collection and japanese garden and I manage a stock portfolio. I love what I do, get paid pretty well for it, and it allows me a decent amount of flexibility both in terms of travel and on a daily basis. I feel pretty lucky. My job consists mostly of things that are not necessarily helped by constant attention so I often find myself with the freedom to let my mind wander a bit. I love thinking about how things fit together, from physics, to geometry, to sociology, to economics, to joinery, to history, et al.
Anyhow, only so much that one can write about themselves in one sitting. I'll pick this up again soon. Till then, message and ask or live with the mystery.