I'm a mathematician. But I'm actually far more interested in books and literature than I am in mathematics. I think literary chicks are way sexier than math chicks (although any really gifted person is admirable to me, and any really gifted female is sexy.) But I feel, for example, significantly greater admiration for J.K. Rowling than I do for Stephen Hawking. I think Rowling's achievement is more impressive (and important) than Hawking's is. (I know Stephen Hawking isn't a woman; my example broke down because I couldn't think of a female physicist/mathematician whose eminence was comparable to that of J.K. Rowling.)
Meh, what the hell? I'm very easygoing. I love to laugh and I try not to say anything unless it is a joke or at least vaguely interesting and insightful. If I haven't got anything interesting/insightful/funny to say, I'll probably just ask you a question. But I'm pretty good at maintaining a reasonable statement/question ratio.
Oh, and I'm awkward. Immensely awkward. And I mean physically and socially. Physically, I suck at dancing or anything requiring rhythm or finesse (except sex; I'm not going to comment on my sexual abilities, but I exclude sex from that preceding comment about ineptitude at stuff requiring grace or rhyhm.) And socially, I have a really serious demeanor which has a tendency to destroy the laughter and ease of any social situation that I step into. I am, in other words, a walking social monkey wrench: whenever I stroll into a conversation, it takes a minute or two for the conversation to adjust to my presence, and it's never quite as comfortable as it was before I came. I shouldn't say these things, they're not entirely true. But, meh, I'm supposed to summarize myself.
I believe it's important to be a good person, but I don't know why. (Oh, God...that's why.) I believe in God - I'm a Christian - and ultimately I would have to found any claims for an objective morality upon the existence of God.
Because I cannot justify morality in any other way. I certainly DO believe that we should not stretch old ladies on the rack, for example, but I cannot give any good reason WHY we shouldn't stretch them. Whether an old woman is stretched out on the rack or not has no effect upon me, so I cannot explain why I should care if it happens.
I've just realized, writing this profile, that the above argument actually makes more sense when you look at it the other way around. Morality is evidently real, but lacks a justification; God provides a justification; therefore God exists (or is more likely to exist).
If the preceding paragraph strikes you as a dreadfully crude chain of reasoning, fine. But let it be. I'm quite all right with atheists/agnostics - I've dated quite a few - but I DESPISE atheists/agnostics who believe that their areligion makes them superior to, and gives them the right to poke fun at, religious people. (To be fair though, I've encountered such atheists/agnostics less and less as I've grown older, and nowadays I really only run into them on Facebook.)
Hmm. I like to play soccer, but my freaking toe is broken. Hopefully it will heal soon. I've only been playing soccer for like 7 years, and I'm only just now starting to get actually good. I'm a defender, and by this point I'm a passable one.
I feel confident and like an adult as I seldom have. I'm really looking forward to coming to OSU. I'm also a wee bit nervous, though.