I am a former tax accountant with a feminine BMI, no accent, two books of palindromes, a budgeting spreadsheet, and two extra bicycles who is athletically incompetent, has never been drunk, cuts his own hair, owns a fifteen-foot-tall steel-and-vinyl geodesic dome, drinks two gallons of water per day, sleeps in jeans and goes to costume raves.

I am political, diabetic, and altruistic.

I didn't like my job, or my field, or fire. I am doing a second bachelor's degree in computer science. I was an amazing student in high school, and then lazy in college, so now I'm atoning for it. When it's done in May of 2014 I'll try to start working again.

I also like to go to the annual Burning Man art and self expression festival.

Cranium, Excel, definitions.

My socioeconomic class.

Books: Eating Animals by Jonathan Safran Foer, the overwhelming case against the factory farming system that produces most of the animals eaten in this country. Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, which was recommended to me as a vocabulary builder and which I loved for its humor. Oil on the Brain: Petroleum's Long, Strange Trip to Your Tank by Lisa Margonelli. I enjoy learning about supply chains. The Big Short by Michael Lewis, about traders who saw the financial crisis coming and profited from it. A technical explanation of the events of the crisis combined with profiles of a compelling cast of characters.

Movies: Little Miss Sunshine, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Harry Potter 7 Part 2, I Heart Huckabees. Napoleon Dynamite is my favorite, for the way it teaches us that if you are true to yourself, the world will come around to you.

Music: Steve Winwood, Of Montreal, Beirut, Architecture in Helsinki, Hot Chip, Tom Waits, the Great Unknown, Final Fantasy, Feist, Regina Spektor, the Blow, the Knife, Joanna Newsom, and Lady Gaga. Oh my God, Lady Gaga. "Tarzan Boy" by Baltimora is a great song, and my favorite song of all time, the best song I've ever heard, is "Ready for the Floor" by Hot Chip, the one that goes, "Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now."

Food: I became a vegetarian initially for resource conservation reasons. What? Before you eat an animal, it has to live for a while, wasting the calories it eats on breathing, creating heat (sometimes), and walking. It stores a small fraction of what it is fed in its body for us to eat. Every calorie of meat we eat costs like 6 to 25 calories of plants, using 6 to 25 times as much water and greenhouse gas emitting fertilizer to be grown.

You probably knew that. I'm just explaining myself! All the reasons for being vegetarian extend to veganism, so now I'm a vegan. It's the thing in my life I'm happiest about, the thing I think about when I'm in Neverland and need to fly.

CLIF bars, fiber, non-fiction audiobooks, NPR, my backpack-pannier (it clips onto the back rack of a bike so my back doesn't get sweaty), liberal economics blogs (we are so right, and they are so wrong).

I do most of my thinking during my bike rides to and from school. I try to think through assigned math problems so that the time isn't wasted, which is funny because I love wasting time.

I also say anagrams and palindromes to myself and think about how great they are.

Like, check this one out: "You can cage a swallow, can't you, but you can't swallow a cage, can you?" The word, not the letter, is the unit. The words are in the same order in either direction. I spend a lot of time thinking about that.

On the scene. I like to go to parties with electronic music and dance.

I know all the lyrics to every song by Afroman, the gimmick artist who sang "Because I Got High", and I used to sing them with my white residence hall neighbors in college.

You like NPR, you want to go to the Money in Motion exhibit at the Federal Reserve Bank of Philadelphia, you think it would be helpful if you dated someone who doesn't drink, or you like to dance. However, you should not refrain from messaging me if these things are not true. What I'm saying is: don't not message me if you don't think it would be helpful if you dated someone who doesn't drink.