it's been a tough week and i can't sleep.
i was people watching on okc.
(one of my favorite insomniac activities)
and for some reason i thought i'd read my profile...
it had been a while...
i've decided to start again.
1jan2014 7:10 am
it does seem that the only time that i am willing to work on this thing is when i am up extraordinarily late
so here are some very tired prose.
i hear a lot of guys talking about gals writing on their profile that blah blah blah grammar is important... blah blah blah... but here is the deal... to those of you men who think the discussion is ridiculous (or at the very least a bit overplayed...)
just imagine some lovely 96% okc match... they have a nice smile, they seem genuine, maybe make you laugh (or at least grin) quick enough to prevent you from clicking the back button.
maybe they have some similar interests...
or really just look like they might.
but it's good enough that you get that glimmer of maybe...
"....I'm a genuine, down to earth guy with a good sense of humor.
That really doesn’t some it up, but I have to save some stuff for our date, right?"
the word is sum.
it's not the spelling that bugs me.
it's the lack of recognition that there exists two different words.
i really loved calculus... just saying
sum--noun-the total amount resulting from the addition of two or more numbers, amounts, or items.
some---pronoun-an unspecified amount or number or amount of people or things.
i am a sapiosexual in the end.
that doesn't mean that i am interested in you if you are not super sexy.
please... i am looking for my equal ;)
my partner in crime.
an artist, i think.
but who knows.
i want desperately to build my own home among a community of lovelies doing the same.
i yearn for lush gardens, maybe a duck or two... their eggs really are superior to that of chickens, they are much cuter, and even taste better in the end. i think about cute little frolicking lamb that will one day grace the dinner-table, fresh sheep's milk cheese, big delicious meals around a beautiful hand made table, eating off of hand made pots, drinking delicious libations, with lovely friends and passionate discussions on topics that only a very specific type of nerd could understand or even pretend to entertain.
i love traveling, though i've only been to a few (amazing) places... can't wait for more journeying in the future.
i drive a 1992 gmc g2500 vandura that i call chester.
i love clay. i am a ceramicist to the core, an artist. i can not make enough pots... tea sets, mugs, saucers, bowls, plates, spoons. i adore the process of learning a very old tradition and transforming it through the lens of a contemporary artist. utilizing the basic building blocks of the universe... earth, water, air, and fire.
i am interested in the point where one meets another... the accommodation of ones body when embracing another, or the way my elbow leaves an impression or a depression in my thigh when i sit cross legged and rest my arms on my leg.
the way it gently pushes back but is constrained by skin.
my ideal love is someone who i get to work with... conquer great heights with, accomplish some kind of goal with. geek out over minute details of whatever while still maintaining an incredible appreciation for the other's presence and their contribution to the whole.
i want to feel like i was meant for the person i end up with...
like our lives have been a series of events leading us to now. i want to be with someone that reminds me frequently of the beauty of living in the present.
maybe this person is out here.
in time, more will be revealed.
it's late again...
so late that i might as well wait a bit to see the sun rise.
when i was younger (... or frankly when i had a smaller car) and I was up at this time of day i would drive around looking for the best place to watch the sun rise. usually i would take off towards the beach. the goal would be to get to a high point just before sunrise and at the beach around when the fog began to break.
but now i just take a little walk around the neighborhood. watch the sky change color. concentrate on my breath.
i love listening to the birds sing in the morning as i drift off to sleep.