I could no longer fight it, here is my myspace profile.

Paramedic. Taxicab driver. I walk calmly into situations from which others run and I've become rather well acquainted with others' suffering.

I'm one of those hopeless types, those that want to save the world. That mindset pretty much guides nearly every action I take: career, education, even transportation.

I am younger than I look, and some say than I act as well. I like to dress nicely whenever I can, which is easier to do in the wintertime because I can just add another layer of clothing to my less than ideal figure.

I subscribe to left-of-center politics and liberal ideals, am a bit mild-mannered (at first), take movies and music both lightly and seriously. I enjoy playing the role of philosophical soundboard by bouncing thoughts and ideas back and forth (it doesn't exist in a vacuum). I ride a red scooter (vespa PX type body, 90 miles to the gallon baby! Take that dirty SUV drivers!) and drive a red pick-up truck (to cart around my scooter for emergencies), and wear a red jacket as part of my EMT uniform.

The red was a complete coincidence.

Open minded? I suppose I am in several regards, but not in regards to religion. I am a strong atheist and that will never change. I realize that my stance on God and spirituality is what may very well be what keeps me alone for the rest of my life, but I can not and will not compromise on that.

Note: If you think Jesus or God is important in your life, then you should probably just stay well away from me, as I tend to think of your beliefs as a sign of cognitive disorder, and a pretty significant character flaw.

Philosophy is comprised of questions that may never be answered, while religion is comprised of answers that may never be questioned.

Geeky interests? Many: scooters, motors, horses, racing, flight lessons, viola, flamenco guitar, flash mobs, cartoons, video games, card games, anime, computers, electronics, astronomy, comics, history, independent movies, independent music, RPGs (tabletop, electronic and otherwise), wikipedia, NPR, politics (national and global, city politics is too confusing, ironically), wine and sommeliers (I'd love to learn to become one), peace corps, girls with accents, learning to survive both the upcoming zombie apocalypse and the robot uprising and arguing over which will have the greater impact on humanity, pirates, ninjas, psychology (maslow!), sheet music (I have a collection from the turn of the previous century, slowly losing my ability to read them), jazz, punk, body modification, tattoos (I'd love to get a few, having a difficult time committing to an idea), suicide girls, cats, dogs, mythology (Joseph Campbell's The Hero With a Thousand Faces), baking, rofl copters, art and art history, the environment, FLCL, photography (manual SLRs only), the weather underground aka the Weathermen (I have a signed copy of Fugitive Days: A Memoir by Bill Ayers which I should really get to reading one day), girls with unnatural hair color (current personal favorites include: purple, red, blue, green, and orange), science fiction, fantasy, and struggling desperately to maintain my idealism and my compassion despite the gravity of my job.

For the first few minutes that you'll know me, you'll think that I'm someone who has it totally together: a charming, witty, and urbane character who knows who he is, where he's going, and what he wants out of life.

Get to know me a little better, and usually within five minutes, that facade begins to melt away as my bumbling, clumsy, goofy, and less self-assured nature rears it truthful and ugly head.

Get to know me even better, and you'll have a fiercely loyal companion for the rest of your life.

There's more for you quickmatch ninjas: vucubcaquix

I am three days, three acres, and three thousand men!

I'm an EMT-B (emergency medical technician-basic life support) and a taxicab driver.

I would like to join the Peace Corps to somehow affect a positive change on at least a limited scale.

After my tenure in the Peace Corps, it's a dream of mine to work for Amnesty International or Medecins Sans Frontieres (Doctors Without Borders).

That's me getting WAY ahead of myself though. Current immediate goals include, establishing a line of credit to build a credit history (which is way harder than I expected it to be), and saving money to get my own apartment.

Getting people from point A to point B.

CPR, breaking the sternum during chest compressions, the Heimlich maneuver, suctioning airways, not vomiting at disgusting smells.

I do rather well at remaining calm and rational and level-headed during true emergencies, but tend to panic for ultimately insignificant things.

I can learn things that pique my interest very quickly. I picked up a guitar, and started belting out flamenco rhythms and beats in a few months. I picked up a camera, and soon had photography portfolios arranged by aperture use, shutter speed, and various other subjects.

As quickly I can learn something, I can just as easily forget.

When we're outside? My red scooter.

When we're inside, probably the white helmet I'm carrying, or my big earlobes, or the fact that I weigh 924 pounds.

Who are we kidding, definitely my breasts.

True story.

Not enough books.

Way too many movies...

I ONLY LISTEN TO DOUBLE MUSIC!

My last.fm profile.

Food? I'm trying to cut back. But it was Guatemalan food while growing up.

I used to be a baker.

My red Stella scooter, my three manual SLR cameras, my guitars, my messenger bags, my pea coats, and my hats.

Other things would include but not be limited to: my pocket watches, my leather-soled shoes, newspapers (I used to read about three or four a day), a cup of earl grey with milk and sugar, and of course someone to talk to.

...how to more efficiently self-destruct.

Daydreaming.

Usually not doing what I really want.

I wouldn't mind mixing it up with someone if we're both compelled.

Someone died on me as I held his hand, I was taking his pulse and his heart stopped.

Rest in peace, Lukas.

I support physician assisted suicide, PAS, euthanasia, especially for the terminally ill and for those in chronic pain.

I am so much more light-hearted in person that it somewhat disarms people.

You enjoy talking about philosophy at 2 a.m., want to support someone trying to renounce meat, wouldn't mind sometimes lying in bed and listening to NPR, and/or you are actively making the world a better place (or at least trying to).

Or maybe if you just want to combine forces with a like mind. One really can't save the world on their own, can they?