I live in a college town and work at a university, which, when you’re in your mid-twenties, can seem to accelerate the process of aging. When the new host of freshmen assail us every August, I wrinkle my nose at their weird outfits and their new, crappy Auto-Tuned it bands.

It’s a small town but I do love it, out of familiarity if nothing else. Congestion on my evening commute amounts to a 2-cycle wait at one of the three traffic lights on my way home. It’s the same small town where teenagers camp out for hours on a Saturday night in the parking lot of the local Walmart because, hey, without a doubt, it’s the busiest spot around.

I’m an artist – a portrait artist – inasmuch as I like to draw campy posters of my friends.

I’m a voracious reader, too… in a way. The catch there is that I rarely finish a book I start. I always set out with the best of intentions but somewhere along the line, usually by the quarter mark, my attention gets pulled in some other direction. It’s been two years since I finished a book. No lie. But that one continues to be one of my favorites.

I’ve been to grad school. About a year and a half in, I started a master’s thesis on mathematical software verification and realized I just wanted a job, not even a great one, just a decent, steady paycheck. My mom’s advice was priceless: “So, quit then!”

I work in IT now but one of my first real jobs out of college was at an amazing little graphic design studio in Durham, NC (now defunct), more than worth a mention.

I write code. I’m into archery. I’m into math and science. I’m into design. I’m into college football. But one abiding passion of mine is cooking (not to say that I’m especially good at it).

Some of my favorite blogs (subject to change with the seasons):

Hyperlipid
The Atlantic
The Pioneer Woman
Stumptuous
Dropular
The Contemporist
Information Is Beautiful
Toothpaste for Dinner