I enjoy conversation and language. In conversation, I find the ideas more important than the expression; in written works the elegance or depth of the language complements the idea. I'm not a grammar snob, but I do appreciate memorable and thoughtful phrasing. I'm not often satisfied with my own efforts here, though, and of course there's a difference between serious writing and the everyday.
And I also enjoy sitting back with a good beer and watching Adult Swim, playing the latest absurd computer game, or hitting the clubs. I don't dance very well but it's fun to have an excuse to dress up, listen to loud music and drink with my friends.
One of my former coworkers once accurately identified me as the kind of person who might own a cloak. I don't actually own a cloak, but I'm willing to admit to being the kind of person who might.
I live just outside Davis Square. Homeownership is not without its hassles, especially in an elderly triple-decker, but it probably beats paying rent. I'm pleased that I'm still close enough to the subway to keep my car off the road most of the time; even aside from environmental considerations, riding the red line is usually more pleasant than driving across the BU bridge.