I like strategy games, problem solving, medical technology, social and mobile technology, and entrepreneurship. I can cook really well but hate doing it for one. I read anything I can get my hands on, but have a special place in my heart for Anne Rice, Ayn Rand, Barbara Kingsolver, Robert Heinlein, Sylvia Plath, and Audrey Niffenegger. I paint and write for fun, I analyze and synthesize for money. I am addicted to Sugar Free Redbull. I love love love living in Berlin, and this blog is about me getting out into the city that I always dreamed about immersing myself into, having an epic time and meeting amazing new people.
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.