Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
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
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
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
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
....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
Help your potential matches find common interests.
(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
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.
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
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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