OK. First -- as a litmus test -- I highly suggest you watch this video of me riding my unicycle across the Golden Gate Bridge:
This is the sort of thing I do from time to time (In this case it was for my Mom on Mother's Day). If this causes you grief or odd embarrassment? Then perhaps I am not the right dude for you...
However, if the idea of a creative, mildly eccentric, affable man appeals to you -- and of whom will embellish you with wit and humor, is gainfully employed, house broken, and is hopeful for a long term commitment (but Rome wasn't built in a day), then please read on:
I'm a scientist -- a Hydrographer -- and I've taken a job that has me situated in The Lower 48, to the Bay Area. Much of my job is running around in a little boat mapping the seafloor, creating nautical charts and responding to disaster or whatever dangers lurk underneath. My job's pretty sweet. I'm proud and lucky to have it.
I didn't take the usual route in life. I'm a journeyman. I've been a bunch of places, enjoyed a few adventures; been there and back again. I am proud that I'm not a wishy-washy guy that talks about what he would like to do, what could be, what's over the rainbow.
Nope. I get it done. I am.
I've paid my dues. Even though I was offered help from my parents, I chose to work my way through school. Folks still think I was nuts for doing that, but I believe success earned is a whole lot sweeter than success given. It took me a bit longer, but I eventually etched out a computer science degree, and then topped it off with some graduate work in remote sensing.
After college I promptly toughed it up in Alaska for ten years working in the field, three of which living off the grid in a floating cabin, and another four serving aboard a 321 foot ship conducting hydrographic survey.
I ended up a working professional, responsible for expensive things and trusted with the safety of others. D'oh!
My friends insist I mention that I am indeed a single male, never married / no kids, that I do not have a criminal record, or a chemical dependency, or financial problems, or any obvious defects in my DNA (some girls think baldness is a defect -- however, I beg to differ: nothing is more sexy than a confident, bald man), and that I have a steady job and live by myself in my own comfy house. Apparently, I'm told, this is surprisingly rare -- I'm a catch! -- but then again, most folks didn't spend ten years in Alaska living off the land squeaky clean dedicated and honing their career.
I've been told I'm an, "instant man, just add water."
I grew up with artist parents who encouraged creativity. To this day I appreciate the simple joy of making things. I draw a lot -- mostly cartoons. I've drawn hundreds of them, most published in odd rural Alaskan papers or scientific journals. I make music, too, but not very well. Basically I understand creativity is a big part of life, and frivolous, joyful expression is just as important as all the serious scientific mumbo jumbo I surround myself with daily.
Lastly, I lived up in Alaska for ten years -- three of those living off the grid. During that time I figured out the Secret to Life! As to not forget, I made my discovery into a game. Can you find the Secret to Life, too?
If you do, let me know? We might be able to work something out...