I'm Emmanuel Go; most people call me EGo. I recently [or not, depending on how long it's been since I updated this] turned twenty-one [11 January] and shed the last vestiges of childhood. I live in New Jersey. Off exit 151, since everyone asks, even if they don't know one exit from another. I'm male. The picture at right is only a few months old, but it's far from accurate. My hair used to be down to the middle of my back; it's much shorter now.
Last May I graduated from Worcester Polytechnic Institute; my major was mathematics. The plan is to go grad school in the fall of 2005.
Why math? I initially chose it because I was your stereotypical Asian, you know, good at math. Why did I keep at it, then? Sometimes, though not frequently, when I complete a proof and slam down "Q.E.D." or whatever equivalent I feel like that day ["Sic luceat lux" is one of my favorites], I get this tremendous feeling of satisfaction. The truth shines like some pearl I've painstakingly extracted from the oyster of obscurity. Birds sing. All is right with the world. Alas, that feeling is fleeting. But the pursuit of some kind of underlying order is what keeps me interested.
I've got a fetish for journals bound in simple black leather. But not to write in; that would ruin their purity. Recently I've been collecting any blank journals that strike my fancy, even condescending to those spiral bound in cardboard, if there's something that grabs me about them.
I don't talk much. When I do talk, I tend to not look the person or people to whom I am speaking in the eye. This bothers some, but eye contact with most people just makes me uncomfortable, as does dealing with a large group of people at the same time. The liberal application of alcohol has the ability to make me loud, but usually it just makes me sullen and even more quiet. I don't smile much; when I do, my teeth don't show.
Reading is an addiction I picked up from my mother, who tends to be in the process of consuming four or five books at any given point in time. I like science fiction, cyberpunk, specfically. William Gibson is always an enjoyable read. I moved on to "male confessional" novels. Then for a while I read depressing novels about lost, despondent twenty-somethings. Now, I pretty much just read whatever looks interesting and is within reach. Translation: I mostly re-read books I know I like and sometimes sample random books I salvage from my mother's vast collection.
I try not to read National Geographic, or magazines like that. Full-page pictures of the deep ocean or space freak me out. I don't want to touch them, for fear that I'll magically be drawn into the page and die by drowning or explosion.
My favorite foods are grilled-cheese sandwiches [preferably with a still-fluid middle], steak [which, unless of questionable origin, should never be cooked beyond medium rare], and any food spicy enough to make me cry. I can tell the difference between Coke and Pepsi; even though they're pretty much the same thing, I prefer the latter.
I like music from many categories. Classical is pretty much the only thing I don't cover. My favorite band, hands down, has to be Counting Crows. Other bands or artists I like, according to frequency counts on my Winamp playlist, include: R.E.M., Black Lab, Get Up Kids, Sarah McLachlan, Saves The Day, Matthew Good Band, Matthew Sweet, Social Distortion, Guster, Jets To Brazil, Coldplay, Crystal Method, Hum, Refreshments, Our Lady Peace, Promise Ring, Oasis, David Gray, Gin Blossoms, Collective Soul, Better Than Ezra, Prodigy, Bruce Springsteen, Tom Petty, Ataris, Everclear, Eve 6, Stabbing Westward, Led Zeppelin... I'm sure no one's going to take the time and read all of those. I'm stopping here, skimmers.