I haven't lived in Chicago very long. I was born here, though I moved away shortly afterward. That wasn't my choice, of course. I've lived all over a little more than the Eastern half of the States: New Jersey, West Texas, Cleveland, Iowa, East Texas, and now back to Chicago to work on the ol' higher education. It's been a pretty good life so far, and I'm eager to see where this last move takes me.

I believe in writing and saving people. Superman was a journalist in his spare time, right? I ought to work on that.

In case you're terribly offended by my pomposity, I picked "fit" for "body type" because it happens to be my very favorite British slang term for handsome. So there. Quite right.

I've gone and hit the big red button on my life again. Time to reset and start fresh. I've just spent the last year supporting myself in a city I love.

My last job was fairly ridiculous; here are the exciting bits: I did research for a movie/book my boss was writing; I was in the middle of putting together a new political publication that will perhaps someday be pretty sweet (and because of this I dealt with some excellent people's assistants' assistants personally, including Rahm Emmanuel and Sen. Dick Durbin); towards the end of the gig I was most heavily involved with the development of a hotel in Berlin, which ended up knocking the rest of the jobs into hiatus-mode, along with most of my hours.

So here I am, effectively jobless again, but thrilled. I intend to become excruciatingly well-read in the next year, as well as whip myself into supernaturally pleased-with-myself shape. I'm on my way to becoming the best goddamn doctor you'll ever know thank you very much - what I'll do with all of that medical/surgical knowledge I'm not sure yet. But I figure everybody needs a doctor at some point - just ask Sherlock Holmes and Captain Kirk.

Storytelling, absorbing stories, entertaining myself, being a good friend and a wonderful older brother.

Everyone I've ever dated has admitted to thinking I was a jerk for a day before they started liking me. So I suppose the first thing people usually notice about me is jerkiness, but this usually goes away.

My favorite living author now is Michael Chabon; my very first favorite author was Douglas Adams, the only atheist to make me believe in Heaven (because I would very much like to meet him).

Here're the last few books I've finished:

And Another Thing..., Eoin Colfer
The Hound of the Baskervilles, Sir A.C. Doyle
The Uglies Trilogy, Scott Westerfeld
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'Engle
The Maltese Falcon, Dashiell Hammett
The Heir Trilogy, Cinda Williams Chima
The Old Man and the Sea, Ernest Hemingway
Atlas Shrugged, Ayn Rand
A Separate Piece, John Knowles

I've seen upwards of a thousand movies, many more than once. I was in the process of compiling a list (with the help of my friends) of all the movies I'd actually seen before my computer's hard drive committed ritual suicide. My rule is that if I've seen a movie more than ten times and I still enjoy it, it is one of my favorite movies. I believe 20 or so now fit this description - you're more than welcome to ask me about them.

And here are the last few movies I've seen:

Green Card
School of Life
Starman
Bounce
I'm Reed Fish
A Midsummer Night's Dream (1999)
The Great Escape
Meeting Venus
Closer
Legends of the Fall

It should be noted that I enjoy quite a bit of excellent television through primarily legal sources primarily online.

I've recently become much less cynical and now enjoy all music, including previously terrible pop music and the much-loathed country music.

I suppose, though I enjoy a wide variety of foods, my favorites are either in pastry form, or come from the sea.

Good stories, affection, offensive comedy, my sense of hearing (I enjoy terribly trashy talk radio/podcasts too much), the idea of the wilderness and being able to escape to it, and all the crazy things my brain comes up with while I'm asleep.

Adventure.

This summer, my typical Friday night evolved to include a state of Island Living, the likes of which I had never known before - dancing, breathing salted air, in a crowd of tanned hips and shoulders. I have since returned, healthy and renewed, to my city of choice, where on a typical Friday night I am feeling confident.

I have no weighty secrets waiting to be spilled. Privacy can only be relinquished through shared trust and conversation. Chat me up about it and we'll see what comes up.

You're looking for someone with whom to see this amazing city;

You've some excellent reading suggestions;

You want to correct me on my grammar;

You'd like to call me a jerk;

You already know me in Real Life;

You feel so inclined.