A curious coffee-fueled maniac.

I peed my way into the world on March 17, 1993. Apologies to the nurse who delivered me, I was excited to be alive.

I nearly tobogganed off a cliff with my dad in the Swiss Alps when I was 5. A rare instance of gratitude for an immovable barrier. Thanks, ice boulder.

I’m usually thinking five layers deep or reaching towards the clouds, which is probably why the majority of my travel is centered on the likelihood of skiing on mountains or diving into oceans.

I was once tasked to fill a 200 page reporters notebook for an assignment. Most people chose lively events or highly populated areas. I chose a gas station, because finding complexities in the seemingly mundane is where I believe the human condition can best be discovered.

My last three Youtube viewings: neuroscience, evolutionary biology, and countless blind auditions from this seasons “The Voice”.

Every thought, no matter how unreliable, proves we exist. So let’s get thinking, let’s collaborate, let’s ideate, and if we need a good laugh, I could tell you about the time I nearly drowned snorkeling in a cave off the coast of Thailand.