1. I spent a few years studying animal behavior, and so if you ask
me nicely I'll explain to you how men online are mostly like
slightly mentally deficient Blue Footed Boobies.
Bonus: If you get me nicely drunk, I *might* even demonstrate to
you the Blue Footed Booby's dance. It's a once in a lifetime
experience let me tell you.
2. I used to be really embarrassed about how pale and redheaded and
skinny I was. I'm over it now, but still, if I ever did have
children, for their sake I'd hope my partner was, say, African or
3. I think that "Irony" has had a good, nay, a Great run (love
y'all. hipsters!) but I truly do believe that the pendulum is now
starting to swing back towards sincerity and the pursuit of
mastery. It's about time!
4. I grew up on hippie communes in California and the Midwest and
then later joined the Army and did multiple combat tours, despite
passionately hating the wars and I still haven't quite figured out
how that all makes sense...
5. When I was about seven, I was licking snow off our farm pump
handle and I got my tongue frozen to it and stood out there in the
snow for like an hour. I talked with a lisp for months after
6. I still sleep with stuffed animals: a Polar Bear, a Tortoise,
and a Platypus.
7. I'm more than a little impressed with how sharp some of the
women on this site are, and I regularly mine your profiles for
music and literature recommendations.
8. I keep finding WHOLE NEW WAYS in which I am a nerd. Lately it's
been having fun rewriting "Buddhist-lite" style self-help books
from a materialist / constructivist / non-Dualist point of view. I
have been able to interest absolutely no one in my endeavors thus
9. At Cornell I excelled at breeding moths! Like everything to do
with sex, it turns out that there's a bit of a trick to it...
10. In the North of Wales there is a mountain called Cader Idris,
or 'The Chair of Arthur'. An ancient Welsh myth holds that whoever
sleeps on the peak of this mountain on the night of the winter
solstice will assuredly awake in the morning either blind, or mad,
or a poet.
As a child I was fascinated by this myth and found it very romantic
and I resolved to give it a try. Finally, when I was seventeen, I
had a chance to spend six months trekking in the UK and so I
hitchhiked to the mountain, finally arriving on the day of the
solstice (with great difficulty… a long tale in itself).
It was a hard climb and a bitter cold night. In retrospect I'm
lucky to have survived. I was enthusiastic but terribly unprepared.
I brought little food or water and had no proper field gear. On the
peak there is an ancient stone hut, more than half ruined. In there
I huddled between the wall and my pack with a small fire burning
and wearing every bit of clothing I had. Finally, despite the cold
and the hard stones, and hunger, and the pain, I dropped off to
sleep from sheer exhaustion.
Just before dawn I awoke, terribly cold, stiff and sore and began
the long hike back down, but you know what? Somehow I just felt
that there was a change… something subtly different about
Well anyway, I'm NOT blind...
11. Might be a bit too intense for OKC. I'm all available at: