That's where I go to try and be clever.
I'm Mormon by birth, atheist by hardwon experience. Over the years, I've wanted to be an artist, an author, a physicist, a paleontologist, and the guy who discovers the cure for sleep. I snagged a computer science degree a couple of years back, because ones and zeros intrigue and amuse me. Now I work for a local non-profit.
I have this very odd relationship with money. I hate earning it, I hate spending it, I'm annoyed by people who have too much of it. But I have these wistful fantasies about what I'd do if I had boatloads of it. I think I'd start a commune. Not an LSD-laced sex cult (that couldn't possibly stay interesting for more than a decade or two); just a place where people could share meals, work together, and get away from the soul-killing rat race of our overconsuming culture. But stepping back from what could be a 400-page manifesto-length tangent: Money is power. I don't seek power, and fear those who do. But if given power, I'm arrogant enough to think I'd use it for good.
I like people who want to change the world, who want to make it the best place it can be. But the people who are sure they know how to make that happen are the ones who scared the Jesus out of me. Religion and I haven't been on the best of terms this last decade or so, in part because of the wholesale nutjobbery of many of religion's most devoted adherents.
Despite being an atheist--or possibly *because* I'm an atheist--I desire to be a deeply moral person. Or at least one who wishes to bring good to all and harm to none. I'm not sure how to do that, though I'm firmly convinced that no plan involving the death or conversion of those who disagree with me can ever be successful. Every utopia--from the Kingdom of Heaven to the Worker's Paradise--has been a variation on that theme, and down that path lies bloodshed and other miscellaneous rudeness. Plus, it sounds like a lot of work.
I'm quiet. I'm introspective. I whine. I brood. I take myself way too seriously. But there are also these strange, random times when I come face to face with the soul-searing beauty that the world occassionally offers up without warning. Those are times of deep awareness and deep happiness, but also loneliness, because it's something hard to share, even with the people closest to me. Trying to explain it to a textarea box on the Internet is like trying to explain Turing machines to a wet monkey
So I'm looking to meet some people, distract my broodier side, and maybe plot the demise of the corporatocracy and the rise of the proletariat.
I am skeptical, awestruck, and hopeful at times