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Life has been very kind to me. I feel like someone flipped a switch on my videogame console a decade ago, and I'm stuck playing the great game of life in easy mode. The rebellious east-coaster in me is suspicious of the easy life, but I'm learning to be all right with that.
Happiness (my own and others) is important to me, and I spend a fair amount of timing thinking about how to improve the net happiness of the universe. It's a hobby.
My ideal relationship is being with someone who I can love as hard as I possibly can, and who will love me back the same way, and neither of us will freak out as a consequence. This is apparently no mean feat. (In the meantime, mere dating is acceptable.)
Some other random things about me: I'm honest, direct, and articulate (if I find myself at a loss for words, it's probably because I really like you). I love to travel. I think this world is a beautiful place, and I want to see as much of it as I can. I love getting lost in cities. I'm a maker, and I'm usually in the middle of a dozen half-finished projects. I'm compassionate, geeky, political, and creative.
Things I'm not so good at: I tend to overshare (a tendency that could potentially be career-limiting, but hasn't been so far). I'm also not the most observant tool in the observatory: I daydream routinely and miss the details sometimes. The question, "Jonathan, did you notice anything new?" is likely to send me into conniptions.
I'm a nerd, but in the John Green sense, who wrote: "nerds like us are allowed to be unironically enthusiastic about stuff… Nerds are allowed to love stuff, like jump-up-and-down-in-the-chair-can’t-control-yourself love it. When people call people nerds, mostly what they’re saying is ‘you like stuff.’ Which is just not a good insult at all. Like, ‘you are too enthusiastic about the miracle of human consciousness’."
So, I geek out about technology, but I'm involved in a variety of music and art projects on the side, because they keep my brain fired up.
Brooklyn-born, I'm Jewish by heredity, and in the nominal sense that God got my foreskin and so now he owes me. I actually belong to that extremely reform branch of Judaism known as "Atheism." Me and God: we've got this understanding, see?
This is my favorite bizarre-o OKCupid question: "In a certain light, wouldn't nuclear war be exciting?" Sure it would, in a horrific way. As a child of the 80s, I was raised on dystopian fantasies and fiction, but you'll never catch me immanentizing the eschaton.