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60 M Berkeley, CA

My Details

Last Online
Jul 23
White, Other
5′ 9″ (1.75m)
Body Type
Graduated from Ph.D program
Relationship Status
Relationship Type
Doesn’t have kids
English (Fluently)

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My self-summary
I enjoy friends, good books, wild places, and delight in conversation. I appreciate many ways of seeing, being, and creating. Friends say I can be both intense and laid back, & yes, I may be, though generally not at the same time! My professional work in environmental policy is challenging and enjoyable, although a great deal more calls to me. Appreciating and writing poetry .. prose too - and other kinds of art as well -are also very important. I hike, and often head to the Sierra high country, among other places. Traveling, especially internationally is on my agenda, though not immediately, but Tuscany calls, the west of Ireland too..

For a researcher, one basic goal is always to discover as much about a subject that might usefully explain why things are as they are.. as a writer, one hears " first thought, best thought".. a good part of my life is in the conversation between these two ways of being..

I'd like to share living and love, and new experiences, with someone.
I’m really good at
following burros uphill

enjoying a good conversation

letting a simile be my umbrella

& more
The first things people usually notice about me
Woody Allen used to look like me.. Abe Lincoln too, when I had a beard..
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Manitas de Plata, Mozart, martin hayes + dennis cahill, Albeniz, shakespeare, stoppard, sesame-millet whole wheat bread (fresh baked!), Myths to Live by (Campbell), the music of what happens, poetry by Jane Hirshfield, Rexroth, Heaney, Fleur Adcock, David Whyte, Field Guide to the Night Sky..

just to get started..
The six things I could never do without
the Sierra Nevada
infinite blue sky
language, conversation, poetry, music, laughter..
I spend a lot of time thinking about
... the cottonwoods bent in the wind
branches stretched, leaves turned away.
Deep green in summer, now the tops
turning red, brown, gold,
before the leaves fall
and blow across the fields.

... the bay trees beyond Lagunitas
combed by the wind,
green rows on the hillside
white flashing from inside
as egrets find roosts
in the highest branches.

... the morning
an early hour before anyone stirs
the courtyard still lush with night.
Imagine this moment, meeting her
that time so long ago.

.. aromas of basil, olive oil and garlic
rise together from the street, turn
the mind from the desk
to warm nights in the South
to Aix-en-Provence, to Madame Roccia’s,
trains, and friends arriving late in the night.

.. in a dance
a time comes, near dawn
when everyone is tired, no one remembers,
bodies move, hearts open,
this is the moment.

Sometimes lavender in the garden
opens and catches itself on the wind,
enters my room, catches me
still I can’t remember, until at dusk
the sound of her voice awakens me.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit

Tomatoes ripen

until a garden attack

blue jays' morning feast.
I’m looking for
  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 48–58
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating