Bay area product of punch card punching computer programmers. I am more outgoing than that might suggest.

I have several deep stacks of books on my small night stand. It's perilous.

Am stoked about bicycling and use it as my main mode of transportation. This is handy since one week after moving for grad school my car was stolen and burned to the fucking ground. Many years later I'm still carless by choice.

I have a cat that I adore. We have snuggles in common. And both like to eat a lot. He doesn't know it but I have his face on my chest.

Curious about everything and everyone. Spend much time reading and thinking about what's going on. After a youth focused on the sciences I'm more and more interested in everything except that.

I run up hills.

I'm a scientist at a company that assembles human genomes and decodes their meaning. Genetics is my scientific passion. Down to talk more if interested. Constantly considering becoming a teacher.

Slowly biking long distances.

Slowly drinking some beers.

Slowly building up a joke.

And then not delivering the punch line.

Hanging out

I laugh and smile a lot. A bunch. For sure.

Dimples!

Terminator is my favorite movie. Which I hope makes you revisit it. It's got a love story, time travel/sci fi, drama, action. And Arnold's pecs. Lest you dismiss me I've also read a subtitle in my life.

I went through a memoir faze that yielded some gems. Arabian Sands by Thesiger is at the front of that list. He rode a camel across the whole arabian peninsula. It's like a 1000 miles of sand. And he's a good writer.

My mom has played classical music forever and so I got Bach and Philip Glass from her. My dad was everything but that so Jimi Hendrix lives on from him. For the day to day I listen to some combination of chillwave/indie/electro/"One more Molly".

Could list a bunch of things here. I enjoy having "pillars" of my life removed because I find that the sky doesn't fall and I discover something new. So probably the only thing I couldn't do without is newness. And like some cappuccinos.

I got a nickname from a T9 misspelling that lives to this day.

Holler at your boy