I'm a scientist by training. Not the socially awkward type, well, mostly not the socially awkward type, but more of the somewhat wacky prankster type of scientist. It defines me in the way that art defines an artist.
I love: to be out on a hike, reading a good book, listening to music, cooking with friends, a really good party or to be zipping down the highway with the top down and the stereo turned up.
I like to volunteer and try to make a difference in the community.
I can be a great planner. But I don’t like to do it. It’s not the effort I mind so much as the lack of spontaneity. If you live in the big city, or big city adjacent as the case may be, there’s always something you can find to do that’s interesting. The Taoists have a saying, the journey is the reward. John Lennon had a saying, life is just what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans. I think both are true. The planners I know, tend to be the obsessers I know. And that’s just no way to live.
I like to travel. To see other countries, hike their pristine trails, eat their exotic foods and get sick in their exotic public restrooms. I like to show them that not all Americans are bastards.
Not enough? Damn.
I never want to shovel snow again.
I want to buy a basset hound that totally ignores me except when it needs to go out. Seriously, it shouldn’t even look up when I call its name. It might not even have a name. I'll call it something different every day. But, if he wants to go to the dog park, the Basset with no name will brag to all of the other dogs that he’s living the doggie equivalent of Nirvana.
I think that if you're not laughing at your self you're missing out on some really good humor.
My homemade, 2013 holiday card said Jesus loves you means something else in Mexico.
I think The New York Times has a liberal bias and that’s why I read it. Don't get me started on my lefty NPR.
I follow Batman on twitter and it is often the best part of my day. http://twitter.com/god_damn_batman
I was raised by the Amish, well Mennonites really, but most people don't know who they are due the efforts of those glory hogs the Amish (oh yeah, I said it). The Mennonites would complain but we're talking about people who have until fairly recently considered the button as "worldly" and "proud" and as such, likely to be the work of the devil. Standing up for themselves ain't a strong suit. And think about those faded, well worn, and very comfortable 501's in your closet, they're are a first class, denim clad, making your ass look great, trip to hell.