I love- when I wake up before my alarm goes off in the morning, when it's 65 degrees outside, to have an interesting conversation, the sound of laughter, to listen to piano music, cherries, strong storms, a beer with friends, senseless theorization, the color orange, Fall, the motions of a body of water, a long car trip, biking down hill.

I am a bad speller, very bright, and horrified of spiders

I'm a Ph.D. student, I'll be looking for professorships in about 2 years.

I play the piano sometimes; I might write a piece of music or a short whitty essay about something I find amusing in my life. I don't know if I'd say I'm "really good" at these things, but I don't care. They are still very fun for me.

Sometimes I read, I especially like Bill Bryson. I like his sense of humor and his very prudent application of random information. He has a way of reporting statistics that bring out the absurdities in life. I can't help but chuckle at his books (though, for the life of me, I can't read more than one page of Mother Tongue without falling hopelessly asleep. I haven't quite figured out why that is; and I am refusing to address the possibility that the book might be boring.).

Everything.