Absurd, intelligent, ponytailed open communicator.
Recovering serial monogamist and engineer. Teacher and shy, but passionate fixer of things.
Feedback, empowerment, bicycles, tools, Biking, hiking, board games, science, movies, Adventures!, ...
Traveler, burner, fire spinner, attentive lover.
I've been missing closeness these days - that sense of intimacy that comes with sharing life with someone.
I love people; most people are pretty amazing. I'm energized by people, too, especially intelligent, playful ones who challenge me. But sometimes I'm off in my own head. Or off in a book. And sometimes I'm off in other countries. I'm an adventure/travel addict, as a means to novelty. Seriously, random adventures are necessary. As of this writing, my most recent adventure was a 6-week trip to Peru, and I'm already wondering if I can make it to Guatemala during my 16-and-a-half day winter break.
But I digress. Self summary?
I have a great sense of absurdity. I mean humor.
When I let my hair down, people tell me I look a bit like Johnny Depp. Or if I let my hair down and I haven't trimmed my beard in a while, they say I look like Jesus. In any case, if I let my hair down around you, it usually means I'm *super* comfortable in present company. And a bit chilly.
At times, I am a monkey.
Up until last year, I was a serial monogamist, with relationships that last 8-30 months. These days, my only relationship is on a sort of hold, as she lives in Seattle now. But I'm enjoying the freedom and honesty afforded by parallel monogamy ("non-monogamous" or "polyamorous" apply, I guess, but parallel monogamy feels more true). I'm idly looking for a primary significant other. No rush, and short-term or casual dating in the meantime sounds great, especially because finding that chemistry that clicks seems to take a lot of tries. But if you read my profile and think you might be interested in something significant, let me know now. If it seems like something clicks between us, I'd be delighted to go monogamous for a while, as we figure things out. Or not.
I try to communicate clearly and directly. My biggest failures in honesty or forthrightness come when I might hurt someone's feelings. Otherwise, I'm pretty solidly open.
I've been riding bikes a lot recently. I miss long-distance touring, though, as recently I've mostly just been commuting or running errands. Bikes have replaced martial arts and cross country for exercise; I like how much lower-impact it is on my joints than those.
I love feedback. Especially feedback as a means toward growth and self-improvement and growth together. If you don't, you might find me annoying or pedantic; just let me know, and I'll shut the hell up. But yeah, feedback rules, if given with love.
Empowerment also rules. Why do something for someone else when you can teach them to do it for themselves? (I'm currently kicking myself for forgetting to teach my neighbor how to adjust her shift-lever after I tightened it up) Teach me things, and I'll teach you things.
My high school teachers insist I'm a "renaissance man"; for now I think jack-of-all-trades is more accurate, and I'll grow into their title when I master one of them.
I spin fire (mostly staff), which finally gave me an excuse to meet my neighbors when I lived in West Oakland. Fire spinning ftw!
As a recovering engineer-turned-schoolteacher (see next answer), I'm not particularly spiritual. I've seen what spirituality can do for people, though, and am down for brief forays. I once cried at a tarot card reading, so I'm not 100% logical.
But most of all, I'm down. Am I down to... dig a ditch? try dancing tango? go to a musical? get drunk and heckle? swim naked? run from Oakland to Berkeley? drive to the mountains and camp out? yes. Whatever it is, I'm probably down. I suppose I draw a line at unnecessary violence. So boxing, I guess I'll pass these days. But yoga or solo t'ai chi or pilates (what is pilates, anyway?), sure, I'm down.
This attitude of downness, if you will, has led to a strangely wide breadth of experiences. Robotics competitions, living in Egypt, Contra Dancing, teaching kids, intense 8+ hour board games, helping throw renegade parties and other desert festivals, riding a bike from Dresden to Budapest and solo from Italy up to Amsterdam, 3 years running at Burning Man (though I'll likely miss this year).
Speaking of Burning Man, that's where I got the name Tinker, as in the professional nomadic fixer. The full story will have to wait, but indeed, I travel and fix stuff. It's a bit of a compulsion. So be careful if you have one of those handyman fantasies. I might just spend all evening actually fixing the sink.