Meyers-Briggs-wise I am an INFP, which seems to fit. I am the oldest of four boys, I've driven cross-country twice, and given a choice I prefer Maker's Mark on the rocks. I grew up in Santa Barbara, spent some time in Israel, moved to upstate New York for college, spent a few years in New York City after that, then moved back home three years ago, and I'm contemplating where life will take me next. I picked up the habit of dipping french fries in ranch dressing from a summer spent doing opera in Arkansas, and I first discovered fried cauliflower (also best if dipped in ranch) from a summer in Naples, NY (where they make Manischewitz wine, for my fellow Jews). I got my first taste of fudge in Edinburgh, Scotland while performing at the Fringe Festival, and I first used a circular saw helping build bookshelves in an orphanage in Tijuana. I have a nail gun named Vera (and if you know what that means you can stop right here and shoot me a message) and my last car was named Wall-E. The desktop wallpaper on my computer is a photo of the grand canyon I took three years ago when I drove back out to California, and one of my favorite shirts says "You have died of dysentery" with the old green Oregon Trail image.
I once built a small hovercraft, and an air-powered gun that shot golf tees flighted with duct tape. Sadly, I was never able to combine them.
If I get another shot at life after this one I think I'd like to be Gene Kelly. But first, I'd like to finish being me, because I'm having a pretty great time so far.