I'm a financially inept idealist with aspirations to explore the universe, while exercising my humanity within it. I can't deny that I've found the mysteries of existence enduringly seductive, though my academic odyssey has been torrid and rife with discontinuity. I plan on going back to school for Physics, once the requisite logistics fall into place. It's the closest possible thing to going to Wizard School, except you can never bathe or sleep. I want to be on the cutting edge of ideas and pursuits that could fundamentally change our understanding and mastery of reality. Yes, I figured this out without smoking anything. Ideally, I'd like a day job as a researcher of high energy/particle theory, which would encompass things like string theory and its derivatives. By night I will rock the fuck out.
I love music with a passion; it is life, and I plan on making it an active part of mine, even if that means simply continuing to write about it and go to a positively prodigious amount shows. I don't discriminate by genre and have never been able to hone in on a single type of music to pursue creatively. If anything, music production is probably the route for me, since I'd be able to work in a variety of genres. I'm a scene bandit, and everyone who makes and supports good music is part of the same scene.
Listening to shitty music because someone told you it's cool doesn't make you an ironic uber-hipster, it makes you retarded. I absolutely don't care who takes offense with that. I'd rather listen to Gilbert Gottfried rake a car alarm across a blackboard, then shove the whole thing up the butt of a screaming cat. Like any art form, music is incredibly personal, but there absolutely exist vast swaths of aural "stimulation" that are objectively capitalistic horseshit. If you're listening that sort thing (or all too often subjecting every hapless soul within earshot to it) as a fashion statement, not because you derive sincere pleasure from it, then you've failed. Also, clubbing is for douchebags; shows are for people who know how to live.
I enjoy ufology, cryptozoology and other fortean fields often consigned to the "pseudoscience" academic waste bin. Some day, I'd like to publicly try to take some of the stigma and taboo out of these subjects. There's a lot more to the universe than we perceive and understand, and we need smart people thinking about these things. If you disagree, then you're a philistine and you should wear more tinfoil. I'm neither a staunch, skeptical jerkoff, nor a card-carrying member of the "I want to believe" club; balanced skepticism and a scientific mindset is the right way to approach these things.
At the risk of sounding completely full of myself, I'm probably one of the nicest people you'll meet. I have so many karma points that the universe has hit an integer overflow. I'm a mensch, you schmuck! Fuck politics, fuck religion, fuck money, fuck law; can't we all just do the right thing? The fact that these things give our society structure and motivation (particularly money) and/or sow depravity and tragedy (particularly religion, not to confused with personal spirituality) is depressing. Star Trek is how the galaxy should be. Well, except for those Borg assholes.
A successful life is about art, passion and love. Don't confuse passion for obsession and love for lust. And don't confuse art for Kanye West; someone give that asshole a Grammy already, because he's clearly the best of the worst.
"Rock 'n' roll is a way of life. I want to rock 'n' roll all night, and party every day."
- Sir Isaac Newton