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My self-summary
When I was six I broke my arm jumping on the bed.

Actually, my friend and I were leaping from one bed to another, back and forth in the guest bedroom of my grandmother's house. My friend suggested that we hold hands and jump together, and though I was a cautious, rule-abiding child and perfectly aware that I was doing something very, very stupid, I agreed. We stood on the taller bed and she took my hand. Her palm was damp and, though I was a year older, larger than mine.

"All right," she said. "We'll count to three and we'll jump."

This, I think, must be the origin of my obsession with language and its imprecisions. We counted out loud, together, and when we reached three my friend tightened her grip on my hand and jumped.

I did not.

I'd expected to take the leap a moment later, to shout "One, two, three, JUMP!" and land safely together on the other side. Instead I fell, my right hand trapped in hers, and my left arm slammed hard into the wooden frame of the bed.

It wasn't a very serious break. My grandmother didn't even realize I needed to be taken to the hospital until the next day, though I sometimes wonder if this wasn't simply because I, like many people prone to melodrama, tend to keep my mouth shut when something is truly wrong. At the hospital they put a cast on my arm and gave me a navy blue sling that itched my shoulder.

My friend drew a dog on my cast with a red permanent marker. I said that it looked more like a possum, or maybe an embarrassed cow. She gave me a look that seemed to say, "It's sort of surprising that you don't break bones more often."

She wasn't wrong.
What I’m doing with my life
I'm a circulation technician at a large university library, which means I wear a lot of cardigans and am generally covered in book dust. It's exactly as alluring as it sounds.
I’m really good at
Pub trivia, the Library of Congress classification system, and arguing in favor of the Oxford comma.
The first things people usually notice about me
That I'm the sort of person who's willing to engage in pointless arguments about commas.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Authors: Jane Austen, Terry Pratchett, Christopher Moore, Neil Gaiman, Ursula K. Le Guin, John Irving, Margaret Atwood, Virginia Woolf, Douglas Adams, Dorothy L. Sayers, Kurt Vonnegut, David Mitchell, Kate Atkinson, Agatha Christie.

Movies: Rear Window, When Harry Met Sally, His Girl Friday, The Philadelphia Story, Singing in the Rain.

Television: The West Wing, Doctor Who, Community, Northern Exposure, Veronica Mars, The Americans, Person of Interest.

Music: Queen, Aimee Mann, Bonnie Raitt, The Pretenders, Santogold, Laura Marling, Janelle Monae, Ella Fitzgerald, They Might Be Giants, Paul Simon, Regina Spektor, ABBA.

Food: French fries and asparagus. Not necessarily together.
Six things I could never do without
Books, a comfortable pair of shoes, shampoo, paper, a pen, and the occasional rainy day.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Sometimes, when I'm on OkCupid, I think that somewhere, in one of an infinite number of parallel universes, there is a woman whose life is in every way identical to mine - aside from the fact the dating website she uses is called AlrightEros.

And then I think about how much that must annoy her, because she prefers to spell 'all right' as two words.
On a typical Friday night I am
Fighting library crime. Justice never sleeps.
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