First and foremost, I am an aspiring student at the Southern California Institute of Architecture in Los Angeles. I hold a B.A. in computer science from Rice University, and spent a year of my architectural graduate studies at Arizona State University. I was quickly deterred by the blistering heat of the Arizona desert, not to mention the cultural wasteland that is Phoenix. That brings us to the present moment, in which I am actually comfortable. The whirlwind of discontent that surrounded my professional/academic career for the past six years has subsided, and given way to the unexpected and beautiful.

Given the constraints of your attention span (and my sensibility), I will not proceed to spill my personal memoirs across the net. The basic information is thus: I was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico on April 7, 1980. Since that date, I have lived in Hobbs, Tijeras (both in New Mexico), Houston, Phoenix, and Los Angeles. Despite my continuing wanderlust, I choose to call Albuquerque my home. I treasure my friends, family, and those people to which I can relate. New Mexico is a land of craziness, but in a most comfortable way.

I have an obsession with literature, architecture, music, film, biology, and modern dance. According to a website I stumbled across, I am 76 percent ‘academic’. That is partially true, but seems a bit sterile given my other interests: feet, boots, abandoned buildings, graffiti, and broken glass. Clack! Crack! Clash! Sizzle! The sounds of a fairy vibrate through a palm tree, through a breast implant, through a wall of chocolate. "ZLAAAAAAAAAAAA....forget me not, oh freaks of surface!