1. What is it about your fairly obscure major that you find so interesting?
Hmm- it's been a passion throughout the vast majority of my life, in more or less formed ways, so it's hard for me to put together in words. It's something where I feel relevant, and where the topic feels personal- I can both see a whole area where I can do work that's completely new that interests me, and one where I feel like I fit.

2. Do you think that there's any particular reason that you're so much more religious than the rest of your family?
I don't know, besides sort of intuitive inclination- I've been interested in having an active religious life for longer than I can remember (we joined a synagogue, and started Hebrew school because I asked, not because my parents were sure they wanted to). I also tend to like order in my life in a way that I think is a bit more pronounced than my family's prefered life structures.

3. Who's your favorite fiction author? Why?
I hate choosing favorites. Right now I'm on a Marion Zimmer Bradley kick- but she certainly isn't my favorite writer. I honestly can't pick, but here's a list instead: Frank Herbert, Heinlein (I know, sacriledge, but I Like the stuff- must have gotten exposed too early), TOlkien, Vonnegut, L'Engle...

4. You pass a gigantic orange dinosaur on your way out the door in the morning. You greet him cordially and pause for a moment's conversation about the weather and your plans for the day. What is he doing there?
He's on his way to the other bus line, trying to get downtown to work on the New Haven Green for the Arts and Ideas Festival. He's staying with friends in the neighborhood while he performs.

5. Do you ever have recurring dreams (especially those that seem to repeat themselves exactly)?
None that repeat themselves exactly, but I had a whole series of dreams, nightmares really, for me, in which my teeth, or rather a chunk of them, would fall out, and I'd crunch on them and it would disgust me, and I'd spit them out, and be Really grossed out. It was bad enough to wake me in the middle of the night. In other variants I spit them out into the hand of another person, which made me calmer, or one tooth alone got a red cavity and eventually fell out- that was much calmer in the end.
1. What is it about your fairly obscure major that you find so interesting?
Hmm- it's been a passion throughout the vast majority of my life, in more or less formed ways, so it's hard for me to put together in words. It's something where I feel relevant, and where the topic feels personal- I can both see a whole area where I can do work that's completely new that interests me, and one where I feel like I fit.

2. Do you think that there's any particular reason that you're so much more religious than the rest of your family?
I don't know, besides sort of intuitive inclination- I've been interested in having an active religious life for longer than I can remember (we joined a synagogue, and started Hebrew school because I asked, not because my parents were sure they wanted to). I also tend to like order in my life in a way that I think is a bit more pronounced than my family's prefered life structures.

3. Who's your favorite fiction author? Why?
I hate choosing favorites. Right now I'm on a Marion Zimmer Bradley kick- but she certainly isn't my favorite writer. I honestly can't pick, but here's a list instead: Frank Herbert, Heinlein (I know, sacriledge, but I Like the stuff- must have gotten exposed too early), TOlkien, Vonnegut, L'Engle...

4. You pass a gigantic orange dinosaur on your way out the door in the morning. You greet him cordially and pause for a moment's conversation about the weather and your plans for the day. What is he doing there?
He's on his way to the other bus line, trying to get downtown to work on the New Haven Green for the Arts and Ideas Festival. He's staying with friends in the neighborhood while he performs.

5. Do you ever have recurring dreams (especially those that seem to repeat themselves exactly)?
None that repeat themselves exactly, but I had a whole series of dreams, nightmares really, for me, in which my teeth, or rather a chunk of them, would fall out, and I'd crunch on them and it would disgust me, and I'd spit them out, and be Really grossed out. It was bad enough to wake me in the middle of the night. In other variants I spit them out into the hand of another person, which made me calmer, or one tooth alone got a red cavity and eventually fell out- that was much calmer in the end.
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