I may be quite the philosophical fellow at times, but I tend to ask open-ended questions in hopes of eliciting nothing more than good dialogue. I possess a streak of fantasy and idealism that I can't kick no matter how many scientific diagrams lodge themselves into my head. Not that I would have it any other way.
My path so far has furnished me with a master's in BME (among other things), which I intend to use for microorganism manipulations. Presently, I dabble in synthetic biology (amyloid fiber research). Oh, yes. . . this is a good opportunity to warn you about a condition that I have. You see, I tend to develop some weakness in the knees whenever I witness a case of good design and innovation. This affliction also applies to other captivating displays of intellect/creativity . I should probably limit sharing too many specifics from the get-go, but, in any case, you will now be perfectly prepared if I suddenly swoon in front of you (for one reason or another).
As you might eventually discover, I am also an informal apprentice of absurd and sappy statements. I enjoy stretching metaphors and concepts beyond their reasonable extension, beyond the elastic condition from which they might still rebound back to the proper context.
My recent endeavors: exploring the higher altitudes of New England, losing sleep as an EMT (and gaining infinitely more in the process), losing sleep for less meaningful reasons (ah, internet), making folks sweat as I teach them CPR, scoping out pockets of activity that merge health/medicine/engi neering/environmenta l considerations.
I also enjoy: jazz (along with many, many, other types of music), dancing, spoken word, activism, martial arts, parentheses (yay, parentheses!), unsolved mysteries, all flavors of nonsensical or constructive chaos.
More seriously, I can't say for sure where the powers that be will take me in life, but will say quite simply that I care about people, that I believe in them, and that I strive to spread goodness when I can. I currently add my own weight to the masses who compress the train tracks every day on their way to Boston -- the daily grind, if you will -- with the notion that I am building momentum for future endeavors. Even if there may not be a noticeable displacement with my presence, I am the sort of literal optimist (or optimistic literalist?) who would point out that there is indeed a difference.
In the grand scheme of things, I want to have as positive an impact on this little imperfect sphere of ours as conceivably possible. Traversing its ups and downs, from corner to corner, as I do so is also a steadfast ambition of mine. By this, I mean that I wish to travel widely, but I also mean that I challenge myself to see the many sides of the world, both the beautiful (e.g. love) and the unpleasant (e.g. suffering), if I may use such words to describe them. Of course, I'd like to find someone who wants to come along for the ride, or, better yet, to co-pilot the expedition.