My Images and Imaginings

I have had a strange and challenging life. At times I am delighted by this weirdness and pain. It means I am fully living, experiencing the extreme edges of existence. Other times it feels alienating to know that most people feel only occasional bumps along the road. The kind that throws them off their game until a kind passerby sets them straight. I fall off cliffs and land in oceans with sharks. Pull myself to shore and then battle zombies. Calmly live to face another brutal day alone. I think the pandemic has given people a glimpse into my reality. Every moment for me is a re-evaluation of self. And a test of my trueness.



I am a scientist, songwriter and storyteller interested in data privacy, decentralized communication and free open source software (FOSS).

My work involves promoting justice, equity, diversity & inclusion (JEDI) in fields of science, technology, engineering & mathematics (STEM).

Other interests include: animals, art, culture, film, learning, literature, music, nature, philosophy, research, spirituality, travel & writing.

You can find me in the Fediverse at Mastodon or PixelFed and may contact me securely at Element/Matrix or ProtonMail (@imgn).



Below are some images that represent me. View more on Pixelfed.



Below are some tunes I recommend. View more on Mastodon.

Hania RaniF Major from the album Home



Below are some of my readings from 2020.

The Age of Surveillance CapitalismBraiding SweetgrassConsequences of Capitalism


There is a fire Deep in the belly of a whale A small lantern waving Casting shadows on rib cages

Breathing and heaving 0h-ho Rocking metal latches Freeing song birds


The Visitation

I was no more than five years old when I first saw Wolf. She was small like me. Shy. Mostly white. She would hide behind bushes or peek around doorways when I was alone. Only letting me catch a glimpse of her from the corner of my eye. I would pretend to ignore her curious gaze, then swing my face swiftly in her direction to catch it. But all I ever saw straight-on was the blur of her pale fur dancing away.


Essay On Excess

Today I reflect on excess. Something we each encounter at some point and in some form. Maybe it appears as overindulgence in a consumerist culture that often overlooks it. An addiction at its worst that can consume hours, even lifetimes and ultimately ourselves. Or perhaps the excess is an extreme view or emotion that cannot be regulated. The tendency to overshare and under-listen. Maybe it manifests in taking or giving too much, selfishness versus codependency without any relational balance.