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About Me

"The mind, sharp, but not broad, sticks at every point, but does not move."
"There is no thrill of mortal danger to surpass that of a lone man trying to create something that never existed before."
"He was one of that class of men who, apart from a scientific career in which they may well have proved brilliantly successful, have acquired an entirely different kind of culture, literary or artistic, for which their professional specialisation has no use but by which their conversation profits.
Epigenetics.
Psychoneuroimmunology.
Water.
Struggle.
Glissading.
Poetry.
Recursivity.
Sense deprivation.
Enantiomers.
Playing D&D for several hours. Playing Risk 2020 A.D. for longer.
Aesthetics.
The Biosphere.
Biomusicology.
Grinning when I find important lines in books--then highlighting them--then marking the page with the sticky notes that come out of my highlighter. (Oh you wish you had it!)
Losing.
Bioluminescence.
Sobriety.
Blanket Forts and Couch Rockets.
Concerts.
Coin wisdom.
Piano- Acoustic: Samick standing. Electric: Korg Le Triton 88-key Workstation.
Guitar- Acoustic- Takamine EAN40C (<--best guitar ever). Electric- Well..I play on my brother's black Gibson Les Paul.
Drums- Ludwig 5 piece with Sabian AA cymbals
Viola- Knilling 3105T
Cello- Scherl & Roth F511/C
Board games. (Id est- Pictionary, cranium, scrabble, what ever.)
Eccentricity.
Sustainability.
Engrams.
1,3,7-Trimethylxanthine.
Somnombulation.
The band http://www.myspace.com/tonewbeginnings
Wearing socks with sandals.
Singularity.
Philology.
Reading while walking. And just reading.
Painting.
Volleyball.
Plays.
Acoustical resonance.
Trying to remember a dream.
Tesseracts.
Freestyle walking.
Onigiti.
Snow/wake-boarding.
Writing. (I'd have to say this is most central in my life).
Postcards.
Tennis.
Gelato.
Museums.
Trying to change something by looking at it.
Philosophy.
Any derivitive of HOH being dragged down by gravity.
Rare prints.
Talking into a fan.
Medicine.
Walking indoors after staring at the sun.
Virtue.
Discovery.
Anamnesis.
Holding my breath for far too long.
Tessalations.
The beginning and middle part of a run.
Lectures.
Tea.
Adynatons.
Laying in the middle of a street.
Overdue library books.
Puns.
Making up words and made up words.
Lyrics.
Film. (Specifically.)
Pajama pants.
Chocolate milk and hot chocolate.
Of course...that's only the prologue.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

People who have conversations with inanimate objects.

Slavoj Zizek.

Ernesto Guevara.

Dr. Muhammad Yunus.

Peter Singer.

Richard Feynman.

Carl Sagan.

Khalil Gibran.

Jean-Pierre Jeunet.

Andrew Goldsworthy.

Pablo Neruda.

Harmony Korine.

Ali G.

Max Gerson.

Vivien T. Thomas.

Umberto Eco.

Baz Luhrmann.

Albert Einstein.

Leo Tolstoy.

Stephen Hawking.

R.A. Salvatore.

Dante Alighieri.

George Winston.

Franz Kafka.

Yo-Yo Ma.

Noam Chomsky.

Salvador Dali.

Federico García Lorca.

Pat Conroy.

Stanley Kubrick.

My Blog

A Loss.

 Loss is the bitter fruit whose juiceglides along the spider's threads, revealing both the pattern and all who are tangled in it. It can stain eyes and lips a sour hue that does not wipe away wit...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Sep 2010 00:51:00 GMT

A Sonnet: A Darkness Visible

So muddled be bone of mortality-Brittle, but only anchor for meaning,(Whose light is shed just as it's leaving)That man labors in dark brutality-Vicious combatants for some deity.Though I cradle a sus...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Sep 2010 11:14:00 GMT

Oh, but words.

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Posted by on Thu, 26 Aug 2010 14:23:00 GMT

To Burn.

.......... So threaded into our uncertainty as to which color of the rainbow (who fears not old age) is most beautiful- lay that ancient need to divide these from those, and m...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Apr 2010 19:27:00 GMT

A Sonnet: The Serpent's Bargain.

  The time of flower and prose is past-  Now distant and deathly ill with sweetness.  Will we never learn; nothing good can last,    And that each whole has its incompleteness? So pro...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:24:00 GMT

A Not So Small Feat: Reflections upon a relativistic quantum field theory.

... So unlike the bigs, Are the smallest of the small, That even with the Higgs, Not much is known at all. Thus the illness of our progress, Becomes our siren song. To ...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Nov 2009 21:08:00 GMT

A PSA: Protect the American Health Insurance Model.

Protect Insurance Companies PSA from Will Ferrell
Posted by on Sun, 27 Sep 2009 16:42:00 GMT

Entanglement.

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Posted by on Sun, 13 Sep 2009 23:47:00 GMT

Stare Fresco.

  I strain my eyes toward the trailing wishes of men- So countless in their number, and short in their lives here. Knowing full well that theyre no wishes at all: I make one. Just one. ...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Aug 2009 02:39:00 GMT

A Sonnet- The Dandelion's Lament.

How can you measure my grace before dawn-   You who would not know singing from the wind?   Zealous with fervor, as though I sinned,Youd not rest till all my colors were gone,From your fruitless ga...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Apr 2009 00:25:00 GMT