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One enterprising hacker
Lovely nomad.
Human database.
Activist heartthrob.
Card-carrying bum.
Webdev prodigy.
2,000 words per minute.
Gadfly.
An unusual combination of relevant-and-cool.
Kind of a big deal.
Knowledge worker extraordinaire.
More sticky than a wiki.
A sexy furnace of activism.
More ethically substantial than most people.
Grade-A Adorable.
Like the #Occupy of Kink.
A perfect blend of geek chic and femme.
Kinda the red pill.
In the top 0.001% of people who are actually fucking interesting and have something to say.
Professional houseguest.
The cat's meow.
Vigilante programmer.
A superb mindspace island in unfamiliar seas.
The eighth layer of the OSI stack.
The fifth teenage mutant ninja turtle.
Digital troubadour.
Paladin in kinky armor.
By far the most interesting single serving friend I have ever met.
The Johnny Appleseed of systems security.
Cyberbusking hacktivist.
an observably visionary track record of instigating positive social change.
Anti-capitalism and pro-penis—of any description. Just, pro-penis.
far more hostile than one normally expects in a discussion of economics.
You really should meet this man. A conversation with Meitar Moscovitz is an experience.
significantly more morally engaged than the average coder.
Pedant. In a good way.
sufficiently transparent that doxxing is useless.
iconoclastic rebel.
doing more interesting work on reputation systems than Reddit and Cory Doctorow and the cypherpunks combined—Meredith L. Patterson
Johnny Hackerseed
the Edward Snowden of online dating
bright on a different plane.
some raging thundercunt.
kinky queer messiah.
eats complex, information-dense texts for breakfast.
explains, simply, some very complex technical aspects.
like getting hit with a freight train of information.
a kind of modern-day ascetic.
This guy is like Kung Fu but with a laptop.
the nomadic hacker
a queer overload in the best way.
annoyingly competent.
a psychedelic substance.
too competent to be cool.
like an encyclopedia.
part of some kind of communist trio?
like a computer…but, like, a chill one.
One of the worst I've ever met.
supremely, incessantly, and refreshingly honest.
hates cops, too.
not as much sex as you would think from their description of it.
doesn't joke about anything ending in DAV.
like a series of cheat codes.