To be a nerd

I recently found a blog post that acted as a “handbook” for people in relationships with nerds.

Link (via Lifehacker)

I am a proud, self-proclaimed nerd, and have been my entire life.

I agree with some of his assertions namely:

1. Nerds love their computer
2. Nerds need a cave
3. Nerds love toys and puzzles
4. Nerds are funny
5. Nerds have a huge appetite for information
6. Nerds have an efficient relevancy engine in their head
7. Nerds aren’t big on small talk of other irrelevant material

As for number one, I agree with idea of computers as “magic” but I don’t think the world is a completely knowable system (just parts of it I suppose).

As for two, I never seem to start with a cave, but I always end up with one.

I completely believe in his “High”, and so does science: grasping new concepts floods the brain with natural opiates.

I laughed on the humor bit, only because I’ve learned that my humor is either uproariously appreciated or completely misunderstood for offensive. I’ve learned to filter my responses (most through tongue biting).

I am an info-whore. I consume information like I breathe. This of course fuels my “jack of all trades” approach to knowledge, and I love the relevancy engine bit. It’s so true: even I scare myself when I follow my chains of thought.

That being said, I’m also a connoisseur of information. As soon as the irrelevancy flag is raised, the material is funneled off into maybe I’ll randomly need it later but it’s not worth wasting brain cycles on. So smalltalk kind of goes out the window.

So I’m a nerd. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.