Long on chutzpah, short on friends—

That’s the headline of a story on investment banking from The Economist. I realized, it described me perfectly, succinctly.

But I’m fairly certain you’ll want to know a little more than those six words. 

I’m the owner of this blog. My life story, in a quail-egg shell, is below.

Back then, I used to be the person who sat in the front row of a town hall meeting, taking copious notes. Now, I sit on a black futon.

Back then, I used to have coffee with milk and sugar. Now, I eat RSS feeds for breakfast.

Back then, I used to collect postcards and stickers from all over the world. Now, I collect nothing. 

Back then, I didn’t venture anywhere near the kitchen. Now, I use heavy pans as dumbbells to tone my arms and to do a lot of heavy-duty cooking.

Back then, I didn’t know the first thing about infographics. Now, I wish even literature could be presented through a Sankey diagram.

I like  bold, smart, and witty women, Tchaikovsky’s piano concerto No. 1, “Sound of Music,” strawberries dipped in chocolate, Nizam’s meat rolls, cupcakes, 4x8 inch recipe cards.

I dislike dirty cars, greasy tumblers, bugs, pretentious folks, liars, and braggarts.