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34 Seattle, WA Man


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  • Ages 18–33
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Last online
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5′ 10″ (1.78m)
Body type
Dropped out of Ph.D program
Wants kids
English (Fluently), Spanish (Okay), Chinese (Poorly), LISP (Fluently)

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My self-summary
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I just left a PhD to become a rogue scientist. Now I do whatever I want.
What I’m doing with my life
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I have a company called the Invisible College. We make social systems, and try to illuminate this thing we call "the void." We also make money.

My PhD dissertation is a webbook, on a new basis for Economics to replace all that rational man crap. It's called Attention Economics. Attention is the scarce resource, man! Think about it.

But on a daily basis:
• I drive a scooter all around the place.
• I make music with my friends at night.
• I'm getting back into rugby.
• I'm growing a thick beard, after I discovered that my spirit animal is a bear while tripping in glacier national park last september.
• Previously, my spirit animal was David Byrne.
• Prior that, it was a puppy dog riding on a motorcycle, with its ears all flapping in the wind, and these big googly flight goggles over its eyes.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Foosball. Tongue tricks. I won the hump film festival once. (My film is called "Hi, I'm Pon.")
The first things people usually notice about me
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Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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My favorite cities are Montréal, Istanbul, and Berlin.
My heros are Satoshi Nakamoto, Herb Simon, Carl Sagan, and Jim Hensen.

I could tell you my favorite music, but why not click here to listen to what I've made instead?
And you can click here to see my photos.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
I think about my phd dissertation.
I think about my business plans.
I think about people.
I think about people thinking.

I talk to people, so that I think together with them.
Then we're all thinking,
Each person a new lobe of a metabrain.
Bouncing thoughts from ear-lobe to ear-lobe.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Here's a link to my facebook account. I dare you to stalk me.
You should message me if
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You're smart and bold.
Or maybe you just like this story:

"Seven Conflicting Tales: a Creation Myth."

I. "In the beginning was the word. And the word was
Followed by a loud crash. Then there was some scuffling and gruff shoving.
Thus bloomed the universe.

II. In the beginning was a song. And it was Bach's Partita No. 3 in E Major, the second menuet. The fields and gradients formed from rapture, the primordial stew was gently milked from stars under mathematical sways

III. Correction. In the beginning there was a big mess. Someone came and cleaned everything up, but forgot to label everything correctly. We've since moved to a different system.

IV. In the beginning, there was a magnificent sea turtle who would serenely ride the cosmic ether. There was no sea then, so she was called the ether turtle. But there was no one to call her either, this ether turtle of the nether roots of time.
So she waddled to the most viscuos of cosmic eddies and laid nine eggs. Some were planets, a few cuckoo birds, and one the sea. She grew fond of the last and settled there.

V. In the beginning, there was a vast clicking whirring cosmos, a swirling pulsing universe speckled with dancing galaxies, throbbing dark matter, and orbital wave functions that laughed when observed too closely. In that beginning there was life and it suffused the entire nubla of space, embedded in the quantum fields, growing by the sink drain, dripping from moon beams. The whole of this beginning acted as a disparate one, striving, thriving, flourishing. It died a dramatic death in the height of its lush vitality, shuddering, resisting, blood everywhere.
And thus the present emerged, naked, screaming and swathed in mucus.

VI. In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then there was a leak.

VII. Mama met Papa at the rail station. Strangers. They were married by spring. In due time they had a garden and 6 bouncing children. They grew old, the rail station is now a Walmart, and here we all are.