Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
In all of human history, no one has ever told a story without
having some kind of agenda.
Life was a lot like that freshman lit classes, if you were lucky
enough to have a good teacher. The one who made a student answer
the character questions. Like Captain Ahab, in the Moby Dick novel.
How did he affect you? Did he frighten you? Did you love him? What
was he after? Did he change much during the time that you knew him?
What most impressed you about him?
I just got back from Ireland 3 weeks ago today. It was my third
trip. On that first trip, I had a gun pointed at my head by a
British soldier and was not exactly sure why. I already had a
history degree, but had to spend a few more years reading to find
out why. On the second trip I had visited the the homestead of, the
land of, a cluster of homesteads, of my ancestors. Baile, in Irish.
The place that dated back to the thirteenth century. In the January
2010 trip, I traveled to Inishmore in the Aran Islands and looked
out across the Atlantic, at a site where a fortress had been built
3,000 years ago. Inishmore was a place about hardship, in a land
with little soil, and when Aran woman made heavy sweaters for
fisherman-husbands to drown faster amidst the high seas because
they did not know how to swim.
On the way to Inishmore, I got seasick, but tried to keep the
contents of my stomach intact. I just closed my eyes, hoping that
the 20 foot waves would disappear. And the contents of my stomach
would not be visible to the world. Not really knowing, my cousin
told me that I should have kept my eyes open, even though it was
something within the ear involving equilibrium that was at risk.
(And the sun had set and the horizon was not visible.)
Trying to figure out, with my eyes open, the truth. Like where you
were and where you were going. Trying to capture a few things, in
music or story -- like what it meant to be Irish when you wake up
in the morning, when you found your landlegs. Trying to figure out
the sounds of the past, of the future, what the music all meant.
The old songs. The traditional ones. The new ones.
I have been in 24 countries to date, and hope to add to the number.
Before I die I want to finish a novel I started 5 years ago and put
away. The Masterpiece.
Masterpieces. Reproductions. The variations on a theme. So you
write for the future. To leave the wisdom. In masterpieces,
reproductions, replications. In a sense I think of that Victor
Frankl comment about walking into a concentration camp with his
masterpiece that had to be saved. At all cost. As the past
conflicted with the future, as consciousness changes, beyond
myself. And so a relationship, as ultimately the masterpiece was
all along what you had put into your relationship while trying to
hang onto your equilibrium, somewhere inside the ear.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Throwing the dice. Using my degree in English lit, writing about
the seen and the unseen; writing about the cyberspace program and
homeland security systems, the holy ghosts in polar vortex, and ...
pigeons. Irish pigeons. And like pigeons, people always died in the
end, and then they got buried. Or just went missing if not up in
smoke. And were mostly forgotten.
So I was studying all about pigeon breeding which is very big these
days in China. And did you ever notice where pigeons hang out ...at
The Institute of Art and around these places with spirit within,
like the Spirit in art? And I am recording it all, like in the
Nixon White House, putting my life on the line, seeing the ghosts
in the polar vortex rise from the sewers, forming characters who
can live for the next fifteen years, who get in all kinds of
“This is bigger than you can imagine.”
And on Thursday nights, you will find be at the curling rink, where
some nights you can see my breath -- like in a cartoon.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
In 5 years of blogging I somehow have attracted over one million
hits. And I am afraid that I have a new disease which has carried
over to blogging so many OKCupid answer that bear explanation...
because a simple YES or NO was not going to do it any more, as the
world got so complicated. And yes, the time needed reading this
profile can be like time needed to read a book.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I am 6' 1" tall and weigh 180 pounds. The only reconstruction ever
done was on my mouth at about the age of 14. So I have no overbite.
And I have now a fresh scar above my right eyebrow, following a
Mohs procedure that paid for a semester of college for my
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
A math teacher once said there is no real effective algorithm for
this part of the profile. I cannot leave a book store without
buying 5 books, but it is as much the experience of the real world
of brick and mortars, in the browsing and discoverability – the
ability of something in the way of content to be found – at a
bookstore, more than any favorite book at any point in time. At
this stage of life, I have come to appreciate that underlying
spirit of goodness in a song, in a story, in a meal did not just
happen by chance but most likely developed from much
thoughtfulness, in the energy between words, between notes of a
song, the heat between people. So I love the goodness and the
emotional response to Celtic music. Otherwise my music collection
is not much different than yours. As I was a double major, with a
BA in English and history, I read a lot of non-fiction – this week
Adam Hochschild on WWI. Having just read The Good Lord Bird, I want
to carry the book with me everywhere I go, like a teenager might
after reading The Catcher in the Rye. I watch Frontline on PBS, a
lot of baseball and some hockey on television. Though I once loved
the Hardy Boys in books, I struggle to read all the subsequent
crime stories; I do enjoy John Sandford's Virgil Flowers character,
as well as books by Nelson DeMille. And I am trying to develop in
my own mystery stories strong unforgettable character like I grew
up with in real life.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Taylors of Harrogate Irish breakfast tea
The morning news from about 3 newspapers
Johnson's baby shampoo
Sunday night family dinner
My landlegs, so much a part of me.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
– High ceilings. Lunar landings. Darkness. Light. The tidally
locked relationship of women to moons. Whether fabric softeners
really work. How much dating was like choosing, from among all the
places in the universe, the one place to land. So why there should
be something quick and easy, without some research, about lunar
landings in those places I really wanted to visit?
– Chickens and eggs, and why comedy writers who deal with all the
same issues of pain that my doctor, dentist and lawyer do, don’t
get to charge the same hourly fees? Whether big men wear out the
bottom of their shoes faster. If my rapid eye movement has slowed
down. Whatever happened to Hansel and Gretel, and where on OKCupid
are the Catholic women? Fear and trust, power and money, directions
to the Lost & Found, in a world that now studies DNA samples
instead of just spreading crumbs.
-Dust. Cotton candy. The Five Second Rule. And The Big Bang Theory.
How it all started. The Theory of Relativity, and nomads,
influenced by what, at ground level, touches us. Exile and
liberation movements. And so all the dust, and the stories – with
my role in continuing them. And where is the vacuum?
– Creation. Noah and his nameless wife, starting over and dealing
with loss. The outside forces which cause deep thinking. If earwax
over time contributes to hearing deficits. If the TSA see us/me
naked, and if this was why that employee over there applied for the
job? Power, privilege, and the blasphemy of self-importance.
-About strong characters who come out of famine and hard times. And
the degree of change during their lifetime. And even though I do
not swim yet, I am way out beyond the shallow water. In drought. So
I am the guy at the Bed, Bath, and Beyond store who asked: "How do
I find your Beyond Department ... and what exactly do you have
-About the recipes of old matchmakers and what's cooking? About the
heat that holds thing together. The infinity in the story ... like
the infinity of the past meeting the infinity of the future. How
can a finite being – like a seed – love a fertile land which seems
so infinite? How does this ever connect to Everlasting life? How
can unequal beings love? And where have all the old match-makers
from the the dark ages of arranged marriages gone, along with their
old prayer in the polar moment of rotational inertia: "Night after
night, I'm in the dark all alone. So find me a match, of my own."
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Typical? I am not too typical.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I am not losing my hair, I am just going wireless.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
You should message me
-if you believed in the Five Second Rule, though inapplicable
perhaps to the desert – or on the beach.
-- if you say that Mother's Day prayer of Tina Fey: "First, Lord:
No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor
Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender
-if you are passionate about the cause, grounded by some tradition
beyond yourself, living with a sense of balance - maybe with a
sprinkle of craziness - not overwhelmed with such a dizzying
pluralism of choices and values and beliefs, with a goodness and
even trust as you have figured yourself out, perhaps because your
high life is really so good, without a dependency upon chemicals
beyond your hair.
--if you are solidly formed with friends you have known since
childhood who know you more intimately and understand your tastes
and sense of self more viscerally than any man you could possibly
hope to meet at this stage of midlife, and like up to
three-quarters of Irish people, per The Washington Post, you
heart-warmingly "feel loved “a lot, in your life.
-if you understand like Dr. Seuss that getting broken is in the
nature of being an egg.
-or.... message me if you understand when the Infield Fly Rule is
called, base runners may advance at their own risk, even if a guy
drops the ball. With less than two outs.
So now on to the questions, to see how thoughtful we both are, as I
was looking for a specific, targeted audience – of one.
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