First, a little background about some of the things that shaped me: I was born and raised in Central Jersey and although I loved my time there (we built tree forts, rode bikes, caught frogs in creeks, fished, came home late for supper, chased fireflies on our lawn each summer) I knew I was destined to leave. "It's a death trap/It's a suicide rap/You've got toe get out while you're young," Bruce once said. So true. I think you're born wherever your parents say you'll be born, but then you have to find out where you belong. And I belong out here.
I bought into the myth of California quite early, and I decided I would journey to the opposite coast when I was in my teens. Then I did - on my first trip I took a bus across country: 72 hours and many crazy adventures later, I arrived. I took a diversion into Boston where I went to school and then, for a number of years, become a music critic. I met and wrote about bands like the Ramones, the Clash, Talking Heads, Madness, PIL, Gang of Four. It was a wonderful time, not money-wise (although I found that buttered toast made for a nice dinner) but for the simple reason that I was simply following my bliss, and that made life exciting.
I moved out to the Left Coast almost 25 years ago. Lived in SF for a while, but out of the city after a dozen years. The city was fun but once we began to reproduce the days of wine and roses evolved into the daze of whine and (runny) noses. So a less frantic pace was needed. I like it here, plus I live just down the road from Jim Morrison's boyhood home.
Now I often follow my bliss more actively, and this includes riding my bike, which gives me great joy and which I do a lot (I've completed several century rides, so that gives you a sense of my commitment). I also enjoy running, gardening, reading, drawing (mostly figures, so you may be asked to pose, if we hit it off), planning new adventures and - always - being with my kids when I can.
Definitely more of a dog person than a cat person. When I was growing up my parents had.....ahem....five dogs. Seems crazy now, but I loved it at the time. When I was a boy someone asked me if I was reincarnated what I'd like to come back as. My answer: a puppy. .....strange child, me.
In terms of who I am, inside the cranium, well....I think I'm a good friend, interesting, open-minded, usually quick with a funny remark, sometimes too sentimental for the souls of previous times. I work hard, but love to play. I'm positive about most things (although this gets tested when I see how dumb we, as a species, can sometimes be) and I accept myself and others. I looked good dressed up or messed up. I own suit jackets and ties and like to wear them. I've written and published a children's book. I'm also an editor. I like good food and great conversations. I'm comfortable and confident and happy on my own but would really love to hang with someone who shares my interests, humor, curiosity and love of a good long and stimulating conversation. Is that too much to ask? :-)