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My self-summary
I like my labels like I like my capitalism: smashed and irrelevant.

Message me if you're against Chill.

Hi, my name is Sahar. It means "new moon" in Hebrew and "daybreak/dawn" in Farsi. Yes, I share a name with not one, but two of the Twilight books.
What I’m doing with my life
In buzzwords:
Tech! Data! Justice! Social Enterprise! Mentoring! Politics! Friendship! Family!
I’m really good at
giving you my undivided attention.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
MUSIC: I listen to hipster music circa 2010. AKA indie music, soul train, and radical folk songs. I have cried at a Sufjan concert and I'm not afraid to admit it.

FOOD: Milkshakes, Wine, or GTFO.

BOOKS: Paradise Lost. Rick Perlstein. Plato's Symposium, Apology, and Euthryphro. The Aeneid. Terry Pratchett. Mercedes Lackey. Chris Hayes. Tamora Pierce. Waiting for the Midnight Hour. Javier Marias.

If you love Tamora Pierce or Terry Pratchett hit me up right now.
Six things I could never do without
Rooftop everything.
The barter system.
Meaningful relationships with the people around me.
Books and the time to read them.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
I tend to talk about big ideas, like:
+ Adventure Time and how it's actually all about the experience of growing up
+ What exactly is "Modernism?"
+ The 2015 Greek elections and KKE vs Syriza vs Antarsya
+ Perhaps Free Software is anachronistic -- maybe we should promote Free Networks instead
+ Monetary theory and if it's real
+ Good books

My favorite philosophers are Simone Weil, Socrates, and Diogenes, because they focused on "how to live" rather than "how to structure how other people live"

If that speaks to you, we will probably get along.
On a typical Friday night I am
Sample of 4 consecutive Fridays:

Friday 1. Using my skills to help Wikipedia get donations.
Friday 2. After a board meeting in NYC, swagging up a socialist magazine launch party.
Friday 3. Dance. Machine. (Conference in DC)
Friday 4. Move to Oakland. Take care of my friends' geckoes.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I ran away from school once.

Forgive me! I was young, and reckless.

Here's the story

It was 2nd grade. I won a meaningless competition; won the right to lead the milk line into the cafeteria. Little did I suspect that line of children would become a line of betrayal.

Noon. We form up. I move to the front. Teacher ushers me aside. Lisa will head the line today.



Anger. I storm out of the room, and out of the building. It took a couple of hours for the police to find me.

Don't worry, I had the last laugh. My parents were furious that it took so long to realize I had left. They transfered the whole family out of the school.
You should message me if
Look, I've written enough here that it'll be pretty obvious to you if we'd get along or not. So assuming you think we would, you have two options:
A. Message first
B. Wait for me to hit you up.

If you choose option A, you'll get an almost guaranteed reply, you'd break gender conformity, and I'll send you a gif of cute baby animals if you ask. So go for option A!

In your first message to me, mention an upcoming event or neighborhood you’ve been meaning to check out.
The two of us