Not spending nearly enough time in Forest Park, for starters. I've
lived in Portland for six months now, and it's a shame that I
haven't gone strolling through it yet. I have read Wildwood,
though, so I have at least vicariously strolled it's more fantastic
I just completed my Master's degree in Computer Science, wherein I
spent a lot of time huddling in a lab in Oklahoma, making data
visualizations of correspondence networks during the Enlightenment.
I graduated in May and moved to Portland to work in the Intel Labs,
where we try to predict what technology will look like in 10 years.
I do a little ethnography, some data mining, a dash of machine
learning, and a lot of data visualization. I am currently in the
process of making my cubicle a little more zen, and a little less
soul crushing, mostly through the liberal application of
I spend a not-insignificant amount of time fretting over my
houseplants. Most of them do all right, but a number of them have
stubbornly failed to thrive. A golden pathos vine, which the
Internet claims to be the easiest houseplant to grow, spent the
last five months dying, melodramatically. I am considering adopting
the Alistair Crowley method of houseplant maintenance, where the
underperforming houseplants disappear under mysterious and
suspicious circumstances. The remaining plants would be lush, for
sure. Also terrified.
I am in the midst of planning my balcony garden (I'm contemplating
growing string beans on rope ladders down the side), and plotting
brewing my next batch of beer (I think I will make a pale ale,
using only Cascade hops.)
I spend an unseemingly amount of time hoarding data for future
research and visualization. Lately it's been statistics about
violent crime in OECD nations, Twitter hashtags, and World of
Warcraft avatar changes. When I am not actively increasing my data
hoard, I perch atop it protectively, daydreaming about writing
Android apps and video games.
I aspire to host "New Friend Dinner Parties", where I invite random
folks around town who have struck my fancy to dine with me. I'd
like to make a sofa out of a dinosaur o
skeleton, and start a Burlesque and Bakery (possibly called Cans
and Cupcakes or Boobs and Baked Goods. Tits and Tasty Cakes? I like
But! All of those things aside, what I ought to be doing is making
adventures and forging relationships with people who are neither
computers nor houseplants. Any takers?