About the Author
I was born in Poland and my family escaped communism shortly before Martial Law was instituted in 1981. Close call. Thanks Mama i Tata!
My earliest memory is eating a Starburst (with wrapper intact) my late Grandma Stefania gave me outside of our Mt Pleasant, MI apartment at the age of 2.
I believe in radical honesty even if maybe it's not in my best interest. I'm a fan of traveling, touring, canoeing/camping trips, sandboarding, downhill Big Wheels races, upside down canyon swinging, paratrooper tossing, karaoke, shuttle launches, and seeing crazy things like flaming big rigs in the middle of Arizona.
I don't eat animals or animal products of any kind and I'm atheist. Both of those points are up for discussion, but you won't convince me to eat meat or believe in your god(s). (Except maybe God of Thunder.) If that's your game, you're probably just not my Right People, and that's OK. I still love you. :)
I play guitar (learned how to hand build guitars in India in 2010) like a madman and am releasing a quadruple live double album of Eastern European polka music next week (OK, just kidding).
I've never had the pleasure of working in cubicle hell, but I hear it's...hell.
All of my belongings fit in a 32 Liter backpack (which I purchased on Amazon!) and a computer bag.
I have Ridiculously Extraordinary Freedom.