A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

-Robert A. Heinlein

I have never pitched manure, but I'm working on it.

Inching towards an early retirement of traveling and adventure. My job, incidentally, involves a good deal of that anyway, but it's not quite the same as being free, is it?

figuring things out. I tend to be able to analyze systems, situations and problems quickly and I sound like I'm filling out a resume what the hell is wrong with me.

Probably my sweet tits.

Suggest some. If I have already experienced them, we have common ground. If I haven't, you'll have enriched me. Either way, it's a good way to start a conversation.

As an update, I'm throwing three of my favorite books out there, because the above statement has led some of you to believe I don't read or something ludicrous like that:

Lord of Light, Roger Zelazny
Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson
Written on the Body, Jeanette Winterson

And I was following George R.R. Martin before Game of Thrones was on HBO. *hipster hairflip*

I can do without.

How willful ignorance and absolutism became predominant forces in our social and political discourse.

awesome.

Nothing.

I mean if I make it public, it's not private at all, making something else "the most private thing I'm willing to admit here." It's a never-ending plunge into the dank reaches of my soul. I will not subject myself to such heinous denigration.

You have something to say.
Which, hopefully, is most of you.