I'm a playful idiot. I'm a nerd. I love video games and traveling, animals and frisbee, reading in a hammock and playing piano. I am genuine, pensive, silly. I crave adventure. I succeed at shit without trying. I am too independent.
I know stuff. I know what desecrating a sacred Buddhist temple at the top of a volcano to save my life feels like. I know that while hang-gliding is exciting, scuba diving is a far more extraordinary experience. I know that cobra kabobs taste like chicken and that sloth fur is surprisingly bristly, not smooth. I know the immense joy of conducting a symphony orchestra and the horror of almost suffocating at a sulfur mine. I know how surreal it is to attend a deaf person's birthday party where everyone is wrist-deep in conversation but there is only silence. I know how odd it feels to build a sandcastle on a black sand beach and understand firsthand the regret of ordering a chicken sandwich in Hamburg instead of a hamburger. I know how scary it is to do a flip off the edge of a two-hundred foot cliff and the thrill of white-water rafting under a waterfall. And I know that if you decide to tag along with me for a bit, wondrous folly awaits.
Let's have some fun!