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apteryx01

49 San Francisco, CA Man

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I’m looking for

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  • Ages 26–72
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Aug 7
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Height
6′ 1″ (1.85m)
Body Type
Thin
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Atheism, and laughing about it
Sign
Libra, and it’s fun to think about
Education
Working on Ph.D program
Job
Technology
Income
Less than $20,000
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Doesn’t want kids
Pets
Has cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), Chinese (Poorly), Italian (Poorly), C++ (Fluently)

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My self-summary
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OMNIVOROUS chariot-fearing mollusk-worshipper seeks Supreme Court Justice/opera composer/plumber who likes Indian food.

Here's my idea of a good first date: we dance with hula hoops, chase a frisbee, write a legal opinion, identify igneous intrusions and batholiths, and produce a beautiful, tender, touching, hip, timely, timeless, insightful, award-winning 2-minute public service announcement.

I'm an INTP.

I am soldering, improvising, and lightly sautéing.
What I’m doing with my life
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(Fall 2009) Going back for a second year of grad school in Indiana. The first year was hell on a stick. Destroyed my ability to concentrate. Relentless "context-switching." It took me three months to recover. Part of the therapy was listening to Kraftwerk, the most monotonously boring music ever typed into a sequencer.

Why am I going back? Hmm, maybe I did something horrible in a previous life, like write Nicholas Bourbaki treatises. No, it's because my dream is to be paid to indulge my curiosity and teach. That's what (some of) my professor friends tell me professoring is all about. The curiosity is about the unwritten rules of rhetoric, mathematical discovery, obviousness and obscurity, simplicity and complexity, causal cascades, conceptual vocabularies--you know, that sort of stuff. Now you see why I want to be an academic? Software development was fun and paid well, but important itches are not yet scratched, and scratching these is something I could do for decades.

I made some changes this year. I switched departments. I moved to an apartment with wood floors. I chose a schedule with no math classes. Last week, I crashed the Informatics department's orientation, and may finally have found my native country and natural home. I talked with some professors I hadn't talked with before.

If this second year is anything less than wonderful, though, I'm putting the cat in the carrier and driving back to the city I love, San Francisco. If I have to, I'll find another way to get paid to indulge my curiosity and teach. Maybe, er, pretending to be Malcolm Gladwell.

P.S. UPDATE (Sep. 1, 2009, 1:21 a.m.): I think a mouse has just entered my apartment through the dryer vent.
I’m really good at
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Punctuation. I can use an em dash.

Keeping my cat entertained.

I'm okay at Scrabble and a beautiful 4,000-year-old Chinese board game called Go. (Even if you know nothing about the game, you can tell how well it was played just by noting how beautiful the board was at the end.) I'm not fanatic enough to get really good at any of them, but I enjoy a world where there are no to-do lists, only inspiration.

Python.

Improv cooking.

Poetry.
The first things people usually notice about me
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No one has ever guessed my age correctly. I'm 43, but most people guess much younger. They must be noticing that I'm a Puer Aeternus.

A frat boy on Caltrain guessed what subject I got my degree in on the second guess. (His first guess was chemical engineer.) Most people guess my occupation correctly on the first guess. OK, I'm brainy and it shows.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Guns, Germs, and Steel pretty much sums up my worldview. I have chosen Jared Diamond as my personal lord and savior. You might suggest that maybe I should read at least one more book by him before making an eternal spiritual commitment like that. Naaah. Jared Diamond seeks patiently for the underlying patterns in things, never sacrifices their true complexity, always remains open to new and opposing ideas, works well with others, writes simply and clearly and yet with enormous breadth and depth, and while he is the consummate, brutally realistic intellectual, he is filled with love and respect and appreciation for all people and all life and all the beauty of the world. I could ask nothing more from a personal lord and savior than that. Well, Malcolm Gladwell is pretty cool, too. Maybe Jared Diamond and Malcolm Gladwell could fight it out in a steel cage match. I'll have to email them.

I found "Bartleby the Scrivener" and Billy Budd by Herman Melville joyful and uplifting. You might think that makes me weird, but actually it makes you weird. Haven't read Moby Dick yet. Once I read Moby Dick, I plan to stop reading entirely. Not even street signs.

Some favorite movies: 2001: A Space Odyssey, The Manchurian Candidate (original version), To Sir with Love, The Miracle Worker, Planet of the Apes (original version), Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Journey to the Center of the Earth, The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly (this last is a man's movie; women are not allowed to watch it).

I like classical music, especially late Beethoven, and 1960's flower power music like "Incense and Peppermints" and "Windy". I don't know much about Renaissance music, but I've loved everything I've heard. I like music that takes me away into spiritual ecstasy.

Red lentil daal with cumin and coriander. Vindaloo on special occasions.

UPDATE (Nov 22, 2007): I have chosen Paul Graham as my new personal lord and savior.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
cats

written language

my anima (I'm in touch with it, according to The Secret Language of Birthdays)

Victorian architecture

my glasses

a jar of Patak's mango pickle or lime pickle (or a Trader Joe's nearby)

San Francisco
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
What would Derrida have done differently if he had read some Austrian economics? Would he have worn baggier clothing? Would he still be alive now? Actually, I never think about that.

I think about granite and gabbro, earthquakes, thunderstorms, the smell of printer's ink, hunter green, spaghetti with garlic and oil, how math can shed light on things other than math, beautiful English words that come from Greek like "chrysanthemum" and "rhododendron", how to manage my time better without turning into a lifeless drone, new ways to have fun with bok choy, the way learning something often makes you worse at it before you get better, how to soften people's initial resistance to deferring judgement and letting ideas flow, whether Scheme or Haskell could ever be used to do anything real, the eight basic steps of Lindy Hop, different ways that people think, and the unwritten rules of rhetoric.

And mango pickle. Science damn, that is great stuff.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Exploring "the city". With your mother.

Oops, not since I moved to Bloomington. I guess now I spend my Friday nights pining for BATS, the Mission District, Golden Gate Park, the sound of Muni, and all those wonderful San Francisco street names.

When not pining for home, sometimes I find time to edit Wikipedia.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I'm an attention-whore.
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