Burnt out Stanford student seeks non-religion-related path toward meaning, preferably in this lifetime. Spends a lot of time lounging around listening to classic rock. Doesn't drink or do drugs, for artistic reasons (that, and Mr. T doesn't do drugs). Not depressed, just finding it hard to get motivated. Fairly intelligent, but feels dumb a lot at Stanford.



Has seen the whole of YouTube.com, the good and the bad. Has read a fair number of Wikipedia articles, too. The majority of this Internet exploration occurred when supposed to be learning.



Devout atheist, practicing Pastafarian. Fairly liberal, sans the "free love" bits and the drugs. On the upper end of the attractiveness scale, but as of late hasn't gotten much attention from women, probably due to notable lack of goals and aspirations for the future.



Plans to sell fruit out of a truck some day, but thinks and says this only half-heartedly and mostly in the context of a joke about how he doesn't know what he wants to do in life.



Realizes that businessmen and politicians are heartless, doctors are too driven, lawyers are greedy, and everyone else is underpaid and over-worked. Has not devised any alternatives yet. Working on a list of other options as this is being written, while petting a cat. "Magical Garbage Man" at top of list.