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My self-summary
I'm all about lasers, rock climbing, the Guild, pizza and pints, Continental philosophy and most other things.

I'm not looking for The One, but I am looking for awesomeness and fun dating. That doesn't mean, of course, that a long-term relationship is out of the question, either. Together, we can turn Saturday nights into Awesomeday nights. (Which is great for your career, studies, child-rearing, girls night out traditions, etc.)

Soy un hombre sincero. Busco una novia a tiempo parcial. Me gustan las cosas siguientes: Zizek, tiburones, tomar copas, ir de camping, las chicas de casi cualquier tipo, y El Cid.

I am snarky, caffeinated, and libidinal.
What I’m doing with my life
Not surfing nearly as much as I should. Being back in grad school. Putting nouns to verbs and hitting the "Send" button. Occasionally showing relativists, determinists, and everyday libertarians the error of their ways, though mostly I hope to get them thinking about their views.
I’m really good at
Snarky comments, Built to Spill covers, wearing hoodies, shooting zombies, alphabetizing, sweeping the floor, criticizing poorly formed arguments, advocating for the devil, flossing, picking out bananas, making pancakes, unrequited love.
The first things people usually notice about me
My unstoppable bullshit detector. (Only because my toned buttocks are more of a second five minutes kind of thing.)

Mi acento castellano; es muy raro aqui en Nuevo Mexico.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Libros: The Architecture of Happiness, Against Love (anything by Laura Kipnis actually), No One Belongs Here More Than You by Miranda July, Walden, On Bullshit, Zizek, Strunk and White, and (whispering) Lucifer's Hammer -- I mean, who doesn't love a comet smashing the earth? And I was reminded the other day by a friend that Haruki Murikami belongs on this list. I probably also should add Mil Millington.

Peliculas: "Roll Bounce", which was the last movie I watched two nights in a row; just about anything by Antonioni; most zombie films (it's kind of a research interest); "Apocalypse Now: Redux"; most anything by Ozon (but "See the Sea" creeped me out); Bertolucci; "My Architect"; "Broken Flowers"; "In the Mood for Love"; TV: Bring back "Dead Like Me"; "Better off Ted"

La musica: Flaming Lips, Built to Spill, KUNM's Friday night hip-hop, Wolfmother, Flight of the Conchords, Dvorak, Mahler, The Killers, Ke$ha, Promise Ring (I know, that makes me a girl), Curtis Blow, electrobeats.

La comida: I sometimes forget to eat, so this can be hit or miss. I like lots of things that can be hard to afford if you eat really well prepared versions of them often: sushi, Thai, Indian food. I have the softest spot for a Blue Ribbon Special at Brick Yard. And if you know where the best falafel in town is, then please message me.

Me gustan mucho Harry Potter y la piedra filosofal, los libros de Haruki Murakami, Ha muerto la filosofia?, los ensayos y libros de Jose Ortega Y Gasset.

Pensar en las peliculas, me encanta Paz Vega, especialmente El Otro Lado de la Cama y Lucia y el Sexo.
Six things I could never do without
The Flaming Lips, my Nalgene bottle, Espana, making out, the absurd, and my appendix. Huh? I *could* do without that? Damn.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Ontic vs Ontological. Synthetic a priori judgments. The distinction between saying and meaning. Psychoanalysis. Data. High fives. Egalitarianism. Who can afford the lofts in this town. Small cells of insurgents. (Whoa, now I'm going to start thinking a lot about the Department of Homeland Security!) Nudity. Waves. Soccer.
On a typical Friday night I am
Drinking a Marble or thinking about drinking a Marble. Plotting soccer lineups. Turning the sweetest group of children into fierce soccer monsters. (I coach two teams.)
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
In fourth grade I told an incredibly large and long-winded lie during a lesson about the wrongness of lying in front of the whole class. I started off innocently enough (if that can be the appropriate word for lying when we were supposed to be learning to cut that out) but then about three-quarters through, I realized that probably no one was buying any of it, and the teacher had known me during the time I was lying about it and obviously knew the whole thing was made up. So then I started to feel kind of bad. This was, of course, Catholic school. But then I started feeling something new. Something tingly. Something warm. Something I wanted more of. And that, my friend, was irony.
You should message me if
If you've ever thought about Being as such. Or if you haven't.
The two of us