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University of Florida
FCIT: Lit2Go, Spinal Tech, Everyman Sound Company, Inc., J. Wayne Reitz Union
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Gainesville, Florida, United States · Member since August 2010
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I left college last year and have started working as an acoustics and vibration consultant in New York. I've left my profile from last year up as I think it has some real gems in there and it's easier to simply state that I am no longer in college than to change the entire thing:

I have a B.S. in Industrial Engineering (one of the few fields hiring during the job slump) but I chose to become an Acoustician and am now a masters candidate in Architectural Acoustics at the University of Florida. To me asking someone if they like music is akin to asking them if they like food or Jon Hamm; it's ridiculous, of course they do. The salient question is which kind of Jon Hamm do you like. Personally I like to believe that I have an eclectic taste, but in the end I keep listening to the same Jon Hamm over and over again. An interesting tangent is that over the summer I saw Jon Hamm in New York in an apple costume. He was being read a poem by Kristen Schaal which was written by Eugene Mirman.

If I were (don't worry I am going to!) to sum up my character in one word it would be ardent. I like things and some things I like a lot. I chose not to get a job in a field that paid fairly well especially given the economy because I did not like that thing. Instead I've chosen a niche field with very little promise of return because it's cooler. Last summer I went to Japan and hung out in Tokyo by myself because I thought it would be interesting.

Whenever I am waiting on a flight to go home I check the boards in the airport to see if there is somewhere else I can go and on a handful of occasions I don't go home (until much later of course). Sometimes I like to identify as a hobo of tomorrow. Here tomorrow is to be interpreted as the 50's idealistic tomorrow wherein the sky was the limit; I cannot afford space travel.

If I were to sum up my life in one word it would be impoverished, but I hope that my eulogy will read "kickass".