36 Berkeley, United States
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My self-summary
When I was 8 years old, my parents and I were flying to Long Island to visit relatives. After going through security, my parents grabbed the bags and were about to take me to the departure gate when I said, wide-eyed and innocent and very loudly, "gee dad, it's a good thing they didn't find the bomb." We were promptly escorted to a security office, interrogated for the next three hours and, needless to say, missed the plane.

But what else am I, aside from a federal inmate? Not a single unified consciousness, that's for *damn* sure. Once upon a time I discovered that I could think pretty thoughts, and I went around lost in my own head. Then I went to college and found that I could be a social butterfly, and I never slept and everyone knew my name, and when the years were over I had memories of diamond and grades of coal. Now I'm finding out that I can do high-powered things if I pay a high-powered cost. What's the saying? When one door opens, a hundred close?! Fuck you Alexander Graham Bell!
What I’m doing with my life
PhD in math. Ed-tech startup. Failing to find time to write fiction. Adventuring. Adding to the long list of instruments that I play badly.

Moving, however slowly, to California, and taking everyone else with me.
I’m really good at
New ideas. Generating enthusiasm. Not injuring myself during ridiculous adventures. Injuring myself when exercising. Being happy. Getting lost. Not sleeping.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
How about my favorite everything??

Miyazaki. Dune. Being so cold it aches, then getting into a hot shower. People with Actual Fucking Enthusiasm. Fight Club. Grand Budapest Hotel. Taking off in a plane. Thinking about what I’ll be like to be future-me thinking about past-me thinking about present-me. Indian / Thai / Ethiopian food. Crooked Still. Watchmen (the graphic novel not the movie). House of Cards. Tuxedo cats and Bernese Mountain Dogs. The elegance of things that make sense, the whimsy of things that don’t, and the secret that they’re really the same.

Red pandas make me go squee.

Update: apparently so do baby squirrels.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Why there’s something rather than nothing. Emergent phenomena; how a shit-ton of atoms magically gains the ability to think. Evolutionary reasons for things like homosexuality. The right setting for human morality. What are the things right in front of me that I’m just not seeing.

The next step.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I use instant coffee. THERE, I SAID IT.