I drink craft beers, knit scarves and crochet hyperbolic planes, make wicked butternut-squash canelloni, have four computers and a Wii in my apartment, write mediocre prose poetry, shave with an open razor, and reject implicitly Neoplatonic metaphysics-of-truth schemes in my spare time. Also, I'm a mathematician-in-training, which has led me to Boston for the next five four three(!) years.