I'm a recovering Cubs fan with an unfortunate relapse in fall 2015.
I'm in the Jeopardy contestant pool, just waiting for the call.
I read the New Yorker from back to front. I have never won the caption contest.
I write letters to the editor.
I'm still driving my dream car from when I was 16.
I wear my shoes into the ground and have a great relationship with my cobbler, Luigi.
I currently have two windows open of approximately 8 tabs each.
Calling customer service (I specialize in health insurance and United Airlines)
Directions (cardinal, not left/right)
Someone once told me that I talk like Jodie Foster.
I listened to Seveneves while I was moving, and found the long descriptions of orbital mechanics just perfect for taping up boxes.
I find medical non-fiction--Atul Gawande, Oliver Sacks, Henry Marsh--weirdly beautiful.
Academically, I work on modernist poets: T.S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, Marianne Moore.
I spent the weekend after my PhD qualifying exam holed up in my apartment playing through Bioshock and drinking alcoholic ginger beer. I have not done either of those things again.
I shivered a little at the boy soprano on the Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack.
And also during Parsifal.
And also when I first ate truffles.
I watch too much TV--good, bad, ugly. Black Mirror is pretty great. I'll watch Law and Order anytime it's on. Bridezillas is an indictment of everything, including me.
I'm literally watching Making a Murderer as I fill this out.
Peep Show is comfort food.
I think Speed is a perfect film.
Really good movie trailers, movie trailers that could be better, movie trailers I would design, etc.
The state of my novel.
The state of the academic job market.
Improving the performance of my dishwasher.
How much the NJ Transit conductors love saying "RAAAHHHway"