I am in the process of slowly becoming divorced. This may take a couple of years yet because after 31 years we're very entangled financially and it's not a good time for a fire sale. It's not sad; we're very different people who have stuck it out for a long time and are ready to go our separate ways while remaining friends forever.
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More intelligent than intellectual. Lazy and sloppy (others use these terms as pejoratives when describing me, but I really can't get too upset about the characteristics; I yam what I spinach). Capable of creating amazing works of art and music, but not of transcribing them into any medium that others can access. Thinker of unthinkable thoughts. Moderately literate and able to write clearly and well, but unable to plot, and therefore destined not to write a Great Novel.

I like nature, photography, body surfing, food, mild psycho-active drugs and sex... not necessarily in that order :). There are many more also. Film at 10...

Currently I'm toying with the idea of a midlife career change: going into organized crime. Or mass-marketing mushrooms.

I'm bisexual. I am less anxious, but still just as curious, lately, as I wait to see whether my life will bring me a chance to explore that.

I am permutation, question, and indigent

trying to get better at it. trying not to feel inferior because there are so many people out there who are so much more talented, whole, artistic, creative and wonderful than I am. Hoping to win the big lottery, and planning what camera I'll buy. Mentally framing and taking photographs. Staring at light-sensitive paper hoping to develop them.

reading. Daydreaming. Fantasizing. Giraffes. Juxtaposing the sublime and the absurd with a finely dry sense of amusement. Sticking my foot in my mouth.

the camel and my dress, and the camel's jackboots.

I really must do something about that. It's not the image I want to present. I wonder if I could get her to wear strappy sandals with the laces all the way up to the knee?

Authors:
Baker Kage, Baratz-Logsted Lauren, Barker Rafaella, Barry Dave, Bennett Alan, Bryson Bill, Child Lee, Dorsey Tim, Elton Ben, Fforde Katie,
Green Jane, Hiaasen Carl, Keyes Marian, King Stephen, Stephenson Neal, Twain Mark, Weiner Jennifer. Just for starters.

Music: Haydn, Mozart, Frank Zappa, Sting and the Police, the Flower Duet from Leo Delibes' Lakme, Pink Floyd, Beethoven, Saint-Saens, Elton John, Dietrich Buxtehude, Vivaldi, Giuseppe Torelli, Anna Bon (di Venezia), Georg Philipp Telemann, Tomaso Giovanni Albinoni, Tomaso Antonio Vitali, Johann Pachelbel. To begin with.

Not so much into movies per se but I enjoy watching videos at home. BBC TV series: Foyle's War, Irish RM, Vicar of Dibley, Duchess of Duke Street, Sherlock Holmes (starring Jeremy Brett, the only Holmes for me now and forevermore); All Creatures Great and Small.

Movies: Burned Bridge, In Her Shoes,

Water.

Sunrises.

Animals.

Lists of things I could never do without.

Geology

Monty Python

Subversion (preferably subtle and undetected for long periods).

the way people, events and things relate to each other. Skirts. Life, history, nature, the universe and everything. High-heeled shoes, and stockings. The effect Hitler has had on my life. Wishing I had nice breasts. Kite flying and photography, singly or together. Omens. The ocean. Gender bending.

Dancing. Unbelievably! I'm the poster boy for inflexible middle-aged white males who are extremely uncomfortable on the dance floor/don't go onto the dance floor. And I don't think I'm about to start a career as a late-blooming disco maven. But since I found about Nia, and started taking classes, I am delighting in the fluidity of the teachers' movements, and enjoying my own laughable attempt to emulate them. I'll never be able to move like Jenn or Sara, but I am beginning to believe I'll get better. Some day.

. Yes, indeed I am. (And as an unintended but deliriously welcome consequence, I think I exist).

My parents always told me not to put marbles in my mouth or I'd choke. So one day I did, and nearly choked, and swallowed it. Still here though. (My youngest brother was being born at the time). My younger brother and I were sitting unattended in the car.

I sometimes cry at sappy endings even if I'm not drunk.

Originally I used this space to make public utterances about my sexual kinks but that seems rather hackneyed. However if you're interested, ask: I'll spill.

It will save the world from an unimaginable fate.

You are so inspired by my profile or my journal that you need to let me know before you embark upon your new life of martyrdom and self-denial, based on my example.

There is nothing more appropriate you can think of to do at this point in time (and you are lacking in the life department).