When I graduated from college I decided to forego the benefit of my
degrees and spent two years working as a metropolitan paramedic. I
couldn't have made my father more distraught if I'd robbed a bank
and confessed to it on CNN. Other than making a good story, this
hopefully illustrates the point that I'm largely incapable of
following a path unless I have a good reason to do so. At the time
I found nothing compelling in either computer science or
biochemistry, so I figured I'd try something completely different
and see where it took me. The circuitous path I've followed, due to
a few similar tangents over the years, has led me to a life in
which I'm happy and successful, and confident that everything I do
is for the right (for me) reason. I also picked up some relatively
uncommon, but useful, skills over the years. Time well spent, in
retrospect.
I look for the same regard for logic and knowledge and
understanding in those I'm close with. I also appreciate people who
are willing and able to learn new habits, and discard old habits,
based on new information or greater understanding or changing
circumstances. If you can appreciate (and perhaps best me at?) my
particular brand of alternately dry, obscure, and ridiculous humor,
that's just icing on the cake.
Overall, I'm more Fry than Laurie, more Hobbes than Calvin (in all
possible senses), more Chapman than Cleese, more Alton than Emeril,
more Stiglitz than Smith, and (much) more Obama than (not sure what
name to put here, but it probably doesn't really matter). I have a
knee that sets off airport metal detectors, I unabashedly dig
through trash bins to rescue recyclables, and I'm vaguely disturbed
by sentences in the passive voice.