Brief Author Bio:

I'm a pretty okay guy and people generally like me.

I am personally disorganized. I have a thing for bicycles. I also have a thing for hand and power tools. I occasionally disappear into my basement with some raw materials, printouts from some internet site, scribblings on paper towels and exerpts from the collected works of R. Buckminster Fuller then to spend a few hours hammering, gluing, cutting, splicing and whatnot only to emerge later with an object or something that invariably makes passersby go "Okay, WOW, but why couldn't you just change the lightbulb?"

It's been observed that I stare at my feet when I get embarrassed or flattered. People find this inexplicably charming, which in turn causes me to stare at my feet more. I am therefore currently seeking massage therapists to treat a strained neck.