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6′ 2″ (1.88m)
Atheism, and somewhat serious about it
Pisces, but it doesn’t matter
Graduated from Ph.D program
Science / Engineering
Rather not say
Likes dogs and likes cats
English (Fluently), French (Poorly), C++ (Okay), Latin (Okay)
My self-summary
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After a decade or so in Manhattan I ended up in the suburbs down here in Princeton - the plan was mainly to escape the old boss and do some interesting science, but it has been a decade now. I come to NYC often, usually after cursing NJ Transit, and Philadelphia slightly less often. I'm an ex-pat Brit, firmly settled this side of the pond (I now come equipped with a pointlessly large house with an unkempt garden), but with certain birthright features: irony, sometime fondness for odd sports (cricket, rugby, cycling), urge to know what's happening outside the US as much as inside. My accent, like much of the rest of me is decidedly less pure than it used to be, although allegedly it makes itself known from time to time, and I sometimes come out with a strange idiom or two. Bob's Your Uncle. The last person that guessed the accenpt (an NYC cab driver) came pretty close but still thought I was antipodean rather than Brit - I spent 9 months in NZ so I'll grant him that but I doubt that 2 weeks in Australia at the end of last year were enough to refresh that. The Brits themselves are entirely confused. About my accent, anyway. And apparently about their government, since for some mysterious reasons they re-elected the [expletive] Tories.
What I’m doing with my life
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Right now ? Telling myself I should sit myself down in front of the Mac and chip away at the photo backlog. (I'm a Mac zealot). Wondering if my Netflix queue is large enough yet to become sentient. Setting my alarm clock for implausibly early hours so I can get out and catch the good light. Wondering if the sidewalks have rolled up in Princeton yet or if I can sprint down Route 1 for sushi.
I’m really good at
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....not finding self-promotion particularly enticing. Photography. Bird ID. Science.
The first things people usually notice about me
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I'm 6'2" with long red(-ish) hair. I'm guessing it's one of those. The long hair is kind of an anachronism these days, but inertia is currently trumping any alternatives. If I'm out the 800mm f5.6 lens attracts a certain amount of attention, and I'm often attached to it. But I must be doing something wrong: I get a lot fewer questions about working for National Geographic.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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(A) Snow Crash. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Atonement. Middlesex. Suspecting that I won't be adding The Confusion to this list even if I finish it. I seem to read less than I used to. (B) Three Days of the Condor. Blade Runner. Apocalypse Now. Diva. Good Night and Good Luck. Michael Clayton. Citizenfour. A cast of thousands as also-rans - Memento, The Limey, Alien(s), Trois Couleurs Blue.... My major existential questions include: who thought that the film Dreamcatcher was a good idea ? (C) "Classic" rock: Cream, Rolling Stones, older U2; marginally newer alternative: White Stripes, Radiohead, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Sleater-Kinney, Smiths. This is not High Fidelity and I'm not listing the contents of my mix tape. And whatever bit bucket you want to place Arcade Fire, New Pornographers &c. (D) Sushi. Steak. Indian. Thai.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Oxygen, ATP. I've moved continents more than once, so that tends to reduce what you have down to a subset: camera(s), passport, sunscreen (I'm a redhead), a Mac. Or right now, several cameras and several Macs - a product of being too sedentary. Never losing the attachment to the natural environment that some bird calling outside my window distracts me from all this technological overkill.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Why oh why didn't I take the blue pill ?

That any decision causing yet another Antonin Scalia rant is undoubtedly the correct one.

Photography, birding, motivations, simplicity, best time to replace the sugar solution in the hummingbird feeder/refill the seed feeder. Suburban mandates like wrangling the house and mowing the lawn sometimes creep in there, although usually less so than my neighbors would desire.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
in NYC, or not; the 40,000 photo backlog; recharging batteries (literal and metaphorical) for Saturday's excursion. Suppressing the urge to drive down to DC and annihilate some Birthers that keep calling my land line. Now that the birthers have shuffled back into whatever primeval swamp they came from, that's no longer on the agenda.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Private = private. However if you're particularly drawn to this section, I'll say that something resonates in this quote from Hugh Laurie: "I equate happiness with contentment, and contentment with complacency, and complacency with impending disaster." in a NY Times piece I read.
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