When I'm not computering, I write about feminism and politics. I try to be in solidarity with intersectional feminism.
I have two cats who I adore. I don't really want to buy a house, but I sort of do just so I can adopt a lot more cats.
I like riding my bicycle, but I also like driving. Especially road trips, but when I can't do those, driving around the suburbs and finding out what's in *that* strip mall is great too. (The answer is some surprising Indian restaurant or thrift shop with cool stuff, more often than I expected when I moved here.)
I'm a recovering grad student. I tried the grad school thing three times, but I think I've finally learned my lesson. Grad school: not even once.
I like traveling. I don't much like to go to museums. I like to pick someplace that's not very interesting, go there by car or train, and spend some time there getting stuff done that's important to me but wouldn't get done at home where there are cats to play with and things to clean. Like writing a blog post. Also, if I go someplace boring, I'll feel good about it either way: if I find something fun, that'll be extra, and if I don't, I'll have accomplished exactly what I set out to do. I've discovered about myself that I like this. I love New York City, but when I go, I feel so much pressure to make the most of it that that usually ruins the trip.
I love the mysterious, and I love feeling like I'm finding out about a system that's usually secret or obscure. I love driving long distances while avoiding the interstates, passing through small towns that surely used to be a much bigger deal when people took long-distance road trips entirely on two-lane roads. I love old-looking motel signs and diners with lots of kitschy exterior, even though I've learned that inside the motels are usually boring and the diner food doesn't always pass for edible. I love seeing reminders that the past never actually went away, that it's still here if you look hard enough, that if you go anywhere outside a city you're sure to see reminders of what was and what, for all I know, could be again. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, like when I tried to drive the part of the old Route 66 route that goes from Riverside, CA to LA; aside from a historical sign here and there, it was all strip malls and suburbia with no sign of the times when that was the way to get from LA to points east.
I like small, enclosed spaces, like Amtrak roommettes, or carrels at some libraries, or (at least I imagine) capsule hotels, or like tanning beds would be if they didn't also give you cancer. I like flotation tanks because they're a small enclosed space, more than for the supposed spiritual woo-woo benefits. I like hot water and steam (so, hot tubs, saunas, and steam rooms. And my own shower in a pinch.)