I’m fascinated by identity. Maybe because I don’t always know what I should consider myself. Jew? I’m not very good at observing the high holidays, and I love crustaceans and bacon way too much. Vermonter? I grew up there, but I can’t claim the title because that is not where I was born, and I never fully embraced the easy-going, care free, complacent, way of life. Italian-Austro-Hungarian? Factually correct. Not sure how many compatriots with a shared culture I have. But better than calling myself “white.”
I love science and I’m a numbers person, but I’m a political scientist and stopped doing math after I graduated from high school. It took me years to feel comfortable with the idea that there is no one-correct-answer to a question in poli-sci.
I have been convinced that time is the fourth dimension since my junior year in high school. I later found out that idea wasn’t so original.
I believe that variety is the spice of life, but sometimes I find myself listening to the same song over and over again.
If I could change one thing about myself, it would be to take more risks in life. I am overly cautious.