Despite my inability to grow a cool beard, I do have a penchant for embarking on spontaneous adventures to remote parts of the world, armed with my cat whiskers, a camelbak, and a spirit of daring and improvisation. I'd like to think that I get by with a little overconfidence in my brain and brawn, but occasionally it gets me into a little bit of trouble as well. That means that you're more likely to find me in sub-Saharan Africa or the Caucasus than in Paris or Rome. Sound enticing? We should go!
Currently, I'm back to the frozen tundra of Chiberia to attend graduate business school at the University of Chicago after spending three years sunbathing in San Diego as a Marine Officer. Life is good, except when the air hurts my face. Why is the air hurting my face?