I look for the same regard for logic and knowledge and understanding in those I'm close with. I also appreciate people who are willing and able to learn new habits, and discard old habits, based on new information or greater understanding or changing circumstances. If you can appreciate (and perhaps best me at?) my particular brand of alternately dry, obscure, and ridiculous humor, that's just icing on the cake.
Overall, I'm more Fry than Laurie, more Hobbes than Calvin (in all possible senses), more Chapman than Cleese, more Alton than Emeril, more Stiglitz than Smith, and (much) more Obama than (not sure what name to put here, but it probably doesn't really matter). I have a knee that sets off airport metal detectors, I unabashedly dig through trash bins to rescue recyclables, and I'm vaguely disturbed by sentences in the passive voice.
I've built a career in technology, somehow becoming the person who gets called to fix the unfixable, after the empty promises come to light and the financially or emotionally invested come to realize the reality and depth of hole they're standing in. I'd prefer to be involved in the process sooner, when prevention provides much better value than reformation, so I've tried to involve myself to that end as much as possible. I can honestly describe the progress as slow.
I hope someday to be an established member of my local community, a member of a functional family, a devoted father, an educator, a regular theater-goer, a NYCBallet season ticket holder, a validly-described oenophile, a pianist, a competitive paddle-boarder, and a fire engine.
That last may be somewhat left over from a while ago.
I'm really not good at:
Holding a seated track stand; I'm good for maybe one time out of three. Standard ballroom dance posture; I still tense up my shoulders too much. Remembering the ideas I had in the shower. Expressing my ideas in writing, without several revisions. Remembering people's names without writing them down. Cryptic crosswords. Being patient. Abstract math.
Some form of puzzle.
Earl Grey tea.
A good, sharp kitchen knife.
I can be very bad about procrastination, depending on my mood.
I generally try to be pleasant with everyone I meet or interact with, but you potentially wouldn't like me when I'm a pedestrian. I tend to walk fast, consistently, and in a straight line. For people blundering about with their faces in a text message, or who eschew subway/elevator etiquette, I don't feel obliged to leap out of the way. Collisions happen. There are rules; this isn't 'Nam.
I'm considering taking a week off work just to investigate exactly what time of which day is best to quickly get through the Trader Joe's line (starting hypothesis: there is no good time).