Hi there. I'm Emily. I'm sassy, talkative, and a little cynical. I say what I think. I don't like ambiguity. My favorite dinosaur is the Ultrasaurus. My favorite kitchen implement is the microplane. I'm trying to teach myself celestial navigation!
I think the best way to sum myself up is this: I used to have a lot of angst about whether I wanted to be a scientist or an artist. It was a years-long inner debate. I picked scientist, but that didn't really help resolve anything. Then it hit me: Those two approaches to question-asking aren't mutually exclusive. You can.....be both. Maybe this was obvious to everyone else, but it's totally changed my outlook.
I am a Scientist (yes, I like to write it with a capital S. Didn't spend years in grad school for lower-case, people). I'm a big science nerd, but am curious in general and am sort of an intellectual omnivore/autodidact (topics recently read include American Indian legal theory, history of Buddhism, and the history of concrete). Pick a topic and let's discuss! Or let's go to the hardware store and think about what we'll build next.
Full disclosure, people. I am a formerly itinerant field biologist/dirtbag/ with much experience living in the woods/the desert/down by the river, out of a tent/the back of a truck/a falling-apart cabin. So please, don't underestimate my ability to cook jaw-droppingly good meals over a camp stove, survive without cell service or Internet, tolerate mosquitos with a Zen-like calm, and walk very long distances through thick brush and/or thigh-deep water. I am comfortable with dirt.
HOWEVER. Just because I'm outdoorsy and such doesn't mean YOU need to be. After 4 years in the big city, I've tried (and succeeded) to access my inner urbanite. Once she's scrubbed the dirt out from under her fingernails, the inner urbanite cleans up fairly well. Despite my checkered past as a tent-dwelling savage, I also (BONUS FEATURE) know how to do civilized things like put on makeup and wash my hair.
I'm active. I have a hard time sitting. I've been working on my relaxation skills-- maybe you can help me out. I'm a somewhat lazy gardener, but love experimenting with growing plants (and eating them).
I am looking for someone who is engaged in and curious about the world around them. What you do doesn't matter, as long as you are passionate about something in your life, capable of holding up your end of the conversation, and good at asking questions and thinking critically. It's important to me to date someone who takes good care of themselves (physically, mentally, etc.). I'm looking for a similarly active, curious-about-the-world person who loves learning for its own sake. And just so you know....I don't care whether you love, hate, or feel ambivalent about Oxford commas.
I'm also an aspiring science journalist and spend some of my free time reporting on science stories, writing them up and pitching them to magazines.
Planning trips, like camping trips, road trips, ski trips, etc. Logistics and I are good friends.
Editing drafts of colleagues' grant applications
Snark. "That's what she said" jokes. General incorrigibility.
Making things in a crock-pot
Piecrust. My piecrust beats your grandma's piecrust, hands-down.
Biting off more than I can chew (figuratively, literally....you name it)
Composing haiku and limericks on the spot (I sometimes do this while riding my bike to work.....nerd alert)
Striking up a conversation
Getting excited about a new project
Making, and wearing, excellent and memorable costumes for theme parties.
Long and often slightly masochistic slogs through the hinterlands by foot, kayak, bike, or ski. With lots of intermittent snack breaks.
Inefficient R code
I'm really BAD at: Brevity (see self-summary above).
I have a loud laugh and a voice that, albeit melodious, tends to carry.
I am not shy.
Food: All of it. I'm an avowed foodie for life--which doesn't exclude me from eating my share of peanut butter toast and mac 'n cheese. I dearly love cooking and eating with other people.
Books: Mostly nonfiction with the occasional fiction read thrown in when I remember to branch out.
Dark leafy greens (don't worry, I also eat meat)
Large chunks of public land to explore, bodies of water to navigate
My amazing, amazing friends with whom I laugh until my face hurts
It's a toss-up: cast iron pans, or cross-country skis.
2) How to achieve better work-life balance (so elusive! I'm always tipping the scale on one side or the other.....)
3) The philosophy of science
4) How water shapes the landscape
5) That guy has a cute butt. I'll wink at him. Dangit....I just made it look like I have something in my eye and now he's looking at me with an expression of concern.
1) It's been a rough week. I am curled up in bed listening to podcasts, mending socks and drinking hot chocolate. Lights out at 9:30.
2) I'm running around getting stuff together for a big old weekend adventure-- and we're leaving EARLY on Saturday. Lights out at 9:30.
3) Out with friends, dancing until I have blisters and then probably still dancing some more. Lights out NEVER.
This isn't really private, but it's still embarrassing: I have bike rage. I've banged on a few windows. If you have been a cyclist in the city, you will understand.
Sometimes, when I'm lazy, I will just microwave day-old coffee that has sat overnight in the french press, rather than making a fresh batch. I KNOW.
You can show me around the East side of the Cascades. I'm new to the dry side!
You would be more interested in meeting for a drink than doing the online back-and-forth thing.
You want to sleep late for brunch, and wake up very very very early for adventures, in equal proportions.
You can dish out the sass (and take some of mine).
You must obey the inscrutable exhortations of your soul.
You can be honest and direct with me.
You don't mind going outside to do things when it's rainy or otherwise inclement. We live here! Stop complaining about it!
You enjoy being active in some form or another.
You are independent and self-sufficient.
You like to learn and try new things.
You like to cook, or at least like to try.
You are a champion snuggler. Minimum of bronze medalist preferred. Non-snugglers need not apply.
Your message does not read "Hey Grl U R so pretty lol I'd love 2 get 2 know U lol" I only tolerate one "lol" per every seventeen messages.
You are a feminist cowboy.