I am excited to have arrived here and am looking forward to learning a new city. New museums, music venues, pubs, restaurants, and the new local sights and sounds. I love seeing live music, going to new showings, having a pint, and finding new bookshops.

I have a guitar that I occasionally make a bit of noise with. A bit out of practice, lol. It would be nice to meet others and bash out a few chords. I also like to make beer, unfortunately my current place doesn't have room to do it. Still trying to figure out a place for the fermenter. I also like to cook. I am decent at it. I really like to BBQ too. Make my own sauces for ribs and chicken.

I follow soccer also . As in, I follow both the EPL and the MLS. Also, I follow the USMNT. Hopefully, they will go fairly far this World Cup round.

I've been told that I am a bit nerdy. I write science fiction upon occasion. I don't work on it as steadily as I'd like. I also write non-science fiction. Also, not as much as I'd like. It may be also, the nerdines, comes from my liking Doctor Who. Or, that I studied Philosophy at University. I should find out.

I have a dog and a cat. Both are very special to me.

This is one of my favorite song lyrics, "here is a bit of advice, your quite welcome it is free, don't do nothing that is cut price, you'll know what that make you be, they will try their tricky device, trap you with the ordinary, take a small slice the cake of liberty" (Ian Dury)

Restructuring. Just arrived in Albany. Be back soon.

Getting lost walking in the fog at night among a grove of trees.

My earrings? I am not to sure about this. People do mention them often. I didn't think they were a big deal, but...

A)Books: All of Salinger, All of Douglas Adams, Moby Dick, Doctor Who novels, James Joyce, any Camus, any Behan.

B)Movies: Stranger than Paradise, The Big Sleep, Metropolis, Bonvoyage, Sleeper, Plan 9, Dune, Barbarella, Rockey Horror, et al.

C)Music: Ian Dury, Nikki Sudden, American Music Club, Nick Cave, Anton Barbeau, Groovie Ghoulies, Franz Ferdinand, New Order, Interpol, Carl Perkins, Leonard Cohen, Nick Drake, Echo and the Bunnymen, Bauhaus, The Cure, Bob Dylan, Yaz, X, The Smiths, The Pogues, Flogging Molly, Tenacious D, David Bowie, Madonna, Gwen Stefani, Love and Rockets, Death Cab For Cutie, Roxy Music, Postal Service, Johnny Cash, Gene Vincent, Dead Can Dance, The Boomtown Rats, Social Distortion, The Chameleons, The Bolshoi, Cramps, The Damned, Feilds of the Nephilim, Joy Division, Kraftwork, Neu!, John Cale, Iggy Pop

D)Foods: Indian, Chinese, Korean, Mexican, pretty much anything else except food that uses Parmesan. The Evil Cheese!!! It hates me.

Music, Books, Life, My Basic Needs Fufilled, Learning, and People

Philosophy

I am watching movies or going out and about. Hurrah!!!

I wrote the following short story for someone who liked squirrels.

It was 1989 in Sacramento California, or maybe, 1988 in Sac Town. I am pretty sure that it was in ’89. That should do as a start of a story. At least it’ll do as the start of this one. This is a true story by the way. I am not sure if I’ll change the names in it. There isn’t really anyone to protect since there isn’t any malicious that happens. No fights, no battles lost or won, no vices given into, no sins committed, nothing but a squirrel. Just a squirrel and I don’t believe that it has, or by now had, a name. It was a hot summer day. I mean that it was actually hot. Not 80 degrees and people crying out about a heat wave and oh my god the humidity, I mean it was at least a 100 plus degrees. It was in July, so it was most likely a few above. I guess I could research it, but I won’t. It was my 18th birthday so it was 1989 and not ’88. My buddy Anthony and I took off and ended up at Land Park. We were to meet up with some gal and were there to kill a bit of time. She was a friend of Anthony’s. I had never met her before, but being a skinny awkward guy I had no illusions of sweeping her off her feet when introduce. And, I do remember with distinct clarity that I did not, in fact, sweep her off her feet. But, she did make me a birthday muffin, which was sweet of her. I don’t really remember her name or face, but just that she was a pleasant individual. So, we were at the park looking for something to do. At one end of the park is the Sacramento Zoo. It is not a big zoo or even that nice of a zoo, but it was something to do while we were there and it was inexpensive. That’s a big plus when you just turn 18 and work part time as a bus boy at a Chinese restaurant. My bum was never so bruised as when I worked there. The waitress liked to come up behind me and pinch it daily. They were not terribly gentle about it either. And yes, there was only one who was under 50. Yes, she was near my age. Yes, she was attractive. And yes, she never pinched me. Although in hindsight, I think she would have been willing to have been pinched. Not the first nor the last opportunity not realized until years, often literally years, later. When I say realized, it is not to say that the opportunity was realized, but instead it is that I realized that one had existed at that time. Not always quick on the up take. But back to the squirrel, we decided to go to the zoo. That is Anthony and I decided to go to the zoo. We walked around. We walked around and looked at the snakes, flamingos, the tigers, and monkeys. All of which were kept separate from each other. But then, near the cafeteria section there was a squirrel. Well, really, it was The Squirrel. The Squirrel was unique among squirrels I have seen. At first glance, The Squirrel looked like any other grey squirrel. Under two feet tall and less than a foot wide, short grey fur, probably weight less than 5 pounds, and tiny paws like small hands. Average in most appearances, but one, there were the eyes. Glazed and crazed, challenging any who may look upon them. They were the eyes of someone or something not in a right state of mind and not afraid. The Squirrel was not afraid. Anthony and I stopped. Frozen by the challenge and the uneasy feeling that began to grow upon us, we gazed upon The Squirrel. It was then that we noticed what it held in its paws, bright red and translucent, melting in the heat and dripping over its fingers. The Squirrel looked at us and tore the head off of it with its yellowed teeth. Ok, the teeth may not have been yellow but white instead. The phrase “yellowed teeth” seemed to add some sort of dramatic effect, so I took a bit of liberty. The Squirrel was surrounded by fallen bears. Limbs torn off and heads scattered, this is not something you see every day or ever. The Squirrel stood among the carnage of discarded gummy bears. Eyes chemically fogged by color red #9 and green #23 (I made those dye color numbers up, just in case you thought I’d actually know what dyes are used.), The Squirrel took two steps towards us stamping the ground in fury at our impudence. We took a step back, wary of what may happen next. The Squirrel looked at us in disgust and stamped its foot again. Looking to each other, Anthony and I decided that it was time to leave. Last thing we wanted was to upset The Squirrel and bring its wrath upon up. We had our planned meeting with Anthony’s friend and then back north. It was an easy excuse to leave the heat and The Squirrel to its day and run to safer pastures.

You'd like to or if you ever got lost walking in the fog. Or, if you're bored and feel like it. I am up for coffee or a pint when able. I am even ok with a cup of tea, if that is your preference.