Standard issue guy here, born and raised on Long Island, I like reading, working, the outdoors, love me some astronomy. Love listening to people, Love horror movies, Love my friend's dog, Love taking in some music and galavanting in the city and would enjoy these things in a romantical context with a good guy. Read on for the rest, gents!

In terms of work, I fled science into web development / programming. This was pretty cool because in all the research I did I used a lot of programming / bioinformatics, so those skills were nicely repurposed. Right now I'm learning as much as I can about developing complex web applications and basically discovering how to use these skills to serve my own creativity. It sounds stupid but it's kind of an exciting time for me. I also recently lived in a zen Buddhist temple for six months. That's settled into a nice place in my routine (just to clear out some common concerns: you don't have to be buddhist to date me or even meditate ever, it's also not in conflict with other religions and there will be no proselytizing.) I have a nice circle of friends and my family are pretty local on long island. And that in a nutshell is some of my life.

This is a humbling box. I just started taking piano lessons, so I'm gonna optimistically say that some day I will be really good at piano. I also just took up sailing in the hudson, and am picking that up pretty quickly. I'm really good at enjoying myself. There's an art to enjoying stuff. I can't remember the last time I was bored and I think that has something to do with the previous sentence. I have an incredible memory for useless information and pretty much anything that you tell me. I'm pretty good at finding my way around the night sky. Video games, but I'm not sure the degree to which I should advertise that on a dating site. Writing programs to solve problems. Understanding stuff, hanging on, letting go, getting drunk, sobering up, running jumping climbing trees etc.

My facial expressions, they tend to betray whatever the hell I'm thinking. Followed by my smile and my laugh.

Reading: Anything by Christopher Moore (comedy/fantsasy horror), Life of Pi, Narcissus and Goldmund, Phillip Pullman. A huge amount of non fiction, NYTimes, The Economist, Nature, Cell.

Movies: Planet Earth, Blue Planet,The Fountain, Equilibrium, The Matrix series, krull, the Book of Kells, How to train your dragon, Up.

TV: Game of Thrones, Downton Abbey, V, True Blood, Doctor Who, 30 Rock, Gargoyles and Wings via youtube

Music: John Field, Old 97's, Chopin, Lady Gaga, The Killers, Echo and the Bunnymen, Beyonce, Mendelssohn, Vampire Weekend, Early Music, Jason Mraz, Rihanna, The Format, The Shins, Carla Bruni.

Food: Lots, Thai, Ethiopian, American, Indian, this is a silly question. Steak makes me happy. Scotch, beer wine.

I'm resisting the temptation to say "your mom" here. I'm also gonna not put friends, family, basic comforts, work, etc or other obvious things humans don't do well without.

Beer
The Ocean
The Beach (They're different)
Music
The Night Sky
Sailing

What makes things work, what star that is in the sky, how far away it is, what it might look like up close. How / why something ended up the way it is, How to solve whatever programming thing I'm chewing on, and zombie apocalypse survival strategies.

Last friday I saw a concert at lincoln center, followed by some bar hopping with a friend. Very close to an ideal night.

In third grade we had to write letters to our favorite author. Mine was to the guy who wrote that book about the boy who takes care of a baby dragon (hatches him and everything). I cried at the end of it. Thats not the private thing, I do cry once in a while for a good story. No no, sadly the private thing is that when I got up in front of the class to read the letter the author wrote me back I had a raging boner. Raging. And for gym reasons I was wearing sweatpants. My teacher actually tried to stop me and with panic in her eyes gripped the edge of her desk as I made my way to the front of the class and shouted - chris you don't have to read yours!, I didn't understand why and proudly read the whole damn thing. Two pages front and back, completely blissfully unaware of the throbbing tumescent state of my penis. It was probably the most awkward ten minutes of my third grade English teacher's life.

(ideally) You care about science, classical music, nature and being outdoors, wouldn't have trouble naming things you loved, have goals and can handle your liquor.