I care way too much about certain things and far too little about others. I take secret pleasure at being an eyesore of punk t-shirt and baggy jeans in my university's professional environment.

I wish I could sit with a guitar in little smoke-filled hole-in-the-wall clubs and sing songs for the rest of my life.

When I'm bored and some place unfamiliar, I try to imagine what I'd do if the zombie apocalypse occurred at that very moment. It keeps me occupied and prepared, although I've heard complaints I make 'pyew pyew' noises.

I'm insatiably curious about the world we live in and am what could be described as a nerd. I'm cool what that.

My heroes are Vic Ruggiero and Shane MacGowan.

I study political parties and ideology in political science. I basically try to understand why seemingly reasonable people flip the fuck out when it comes to politics.

For undergrad I actually majored in behavioral biology at JHU. I'd originally planned to either go to med school and become a psychiatrist or grad school to be a clinical psychologist. I worked in the university med school's eating disorders ward as a research assistant for several years and was sort of burned out to mental health.

I now plan to be a professor someday. This is contingent on (1) somehow leaving grad school in a manner other than hanging from a noose and (2) there still being an economy when I graduate.

When not slowly having my life drained out of me by academia, I go to shows and write. Someday I hope to get a story or two published.

Remembering useless information.
Sarcasm.
Creating awkward moments.
Daydreaming.

I've been told that my eyes are extremely deep and compelling. However I've also been told they're creepy, so I guess that one could go either way.

I also have a very large passage from a Zen poem tattooed on my chest. I'm guessing that sticks out at the pool or beach and whatnot.

I'm planning to get the Hubble equation tattooed somewhere on me as well as a reminder of how little all the shit I end up worrying about ultimately matters. All I need is a place I'll see it often but it won't fuck up my career...

Words:
-Hard-boiled fiction; stories about love and loss and inevitability. Pretty much anything by Chandler or Hammett will do.
-Science books about epistemology or the nature of the incredible, beautiful universe we live in. (The latest of these is the Evolutionary Origins of Religious Thought by Pascal Boyer)
-And yes, I confess, brainless reading like Star Wars novels.

Pictures:
-Zombie films of any sort. The cheesier the better usually.
-Film noir; a compliment to the hard-boiled fiction, I suppose. I like the real stuff, that was trying to run sordid stories of intrigue and sin under the Hayes Code.
-Absolutely terrible films like the remake of The Wicker Man, Starcrash (HOLY SHIT DAVID HASSELHOFF FIGHTING ROBOTS WITH A LIGHTSABER) or Batman and Robin

Cathode Rays:
-Futurama
-Arrested Development
-Coupling
-The Office (both)
-Cowboy Bebop
-The X-Files
-Venture Brothers

Sounds:
Vic Ruggiero, The Slackers, The Pietasters, The Skalars, Westbound Train, Eastern Standard Time, Voodoo Glow Skulls, Jimi Hendrix, Minor Threat, NOFX, Horrorpops, The Pogues, Gustav Mahler, Johnny Cash, Tiger Army, Bad Religion, The Clash

-Ska
-Punk
-Psychobilly
-Classic Rock
-Old Blues

Tastes:
-Chinese
-Thai
-"Italian"
-"Mexican"

1. My friends
2. My family
3. Occasional Solitude
4. My kitty
5. Music
6. A shower whenever I need it

Given the billions of human beings that have ever existed and the many years each has lived, how many thoughts have any of us ever had that are truly unique?

For some reason this makes me really depressed so I tend to think about other things. Like who would win in a fight: Tony Little or that douche that sells the ShamWow?

Out with a friend. She knows who she is.

I've lived in Maryland my whole life and have never been to New York City. Or California. Or out of the country.

I am aware that in the Star Wars expanded canon, Luke Skywalker has a son named Ben. That's just scratching the surface of my nerd-fu.

I know it's not much, but I hardly know you people. Talk to me more and I'll tell you interesting things like embarrassing craigslist dating stories.

I have an actual bonafide Mancrush on Vic Ruggiero. Once at a show I was extremely drunk and starting screaming "I LOVE YOU".

If you see the entertainment in taking a trip to see the creationism museum to snicker at the absurd exhibits, ask the guides difficult questions and in general laugh at the monument to anti-intellectualism. And I'd like at the end of the day for us to laugh and smile and look at each other realizing there's a lot of idiots, but humanity's more or less still ok.

If you realize that going to see a lecture by Brzezinski, visiting a museum, getting a black eye in a punk mosh pit and sitting on the hood of a car in a field out in the country while listening to the sounds of summer at night all have value.

If you would get at least *some* of the obscure and bizarre historical references and MST3K quotes that I tend to say spontaneously. You don't have to think they're funny, mind you, just realize I don't have Tourette's and am not just blurting random shit like "Big McLargeHuge!" out for no reason.

If you have a list of a million things you want to do and places you'd like to go but have just been waiting for the right person to experience them with.