I’m probably the strangest dichotomy you’ll ever meet…er…read, whatever. I originally hail from Southern California, moved to Oregon, did a university stint in Nevada, then wound up back in Oregon. The Pacific Northwest is probably where I’ll end up buried.
I moonlight as a procrastinating writer and daylight as a trader of jack. I appreciate good tea, good beer, and food that is bad for me. Someday I’ll write the great American novel. And it’ll probably have something to do with tea or beer…or both. In the meantime, I subsist.
On the side, I blog about the magnificently mundane, make up excuses for not starting the Great American Novel, and dabble with poetry about kiwis. What? Kiwis are awesome!