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. 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
So you write for the future. To leave the wisdom. In masterpieces,
reproductions, replications. 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 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 trouble.
“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. So I had this woman who seemed to be
following me beyond the Xcel Center down 7th Street singing opera.
And I thought it was coming from Cosetta's, though the singing got
closer the farther away I walked. And I soon bought an opera CD. At
this stage of life, I have come to appreciate that underlying
spirit of goodness in a song, in a meal, in a story, did not just
happen by chance but most likely developed from much
thoughtfulness, in the energy between words, between notes of a
song, between people. And I love the goodness and the emotional
response to Celtic music. 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 at a
bookstore, as any favorite book at any point in time. 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 do have a BA in English and, perhaps because of that
Mohs procedure, I can be high brow. As I was a double major, in
history, I read a lot of non-fiction, especially about Russia. And
to be perfectly transparent, Louis Rukeyser used to host my
favorite show, though surveys show mention of either finances or
history loses points on any dating site. I watch Frontline on PBS,
a lot of baseball and some college hockey on television. Though I
once loved the Hardy Boys in both books and movies, I struggle to
read all the subsequent crime stories; I do enjoy John Sandford's
Lucas Davenport and Virgil Flowers characters, 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
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.
-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?
-If the TSA see us/me naked. Is this why that employee over there
applied for the job?
– Fear and trust. Power and money. Hansel and Gretel, and where are
they now. Directions to the Lost & Found,in a world that now
studies DNA samples instead of just spreading crumbs. Chickens and
eggs. Men and women, and fabric softeners. Power and privilege, and
the blasphemy of self-importance. And dealing with loss.
– High ceilings. Lunar landings. Darkness. Light. Creation. Noah
and his nameless wife. The tidally locked relationship of women to
moons. Whether earwax over time contributes to hearing deficits.
The outside forces which cause deep thinking. Whether big men wear
out the bottom of their shoes faster. And where are the Catholic
women on OKCupid? Why don't comedy writers who deal with all the
same issues of pain that my doctor, dentist and lawyer do, get to
charge the same hourly fees? 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
-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. About where all the old
match-makers from the the dark ages of arranged marriages have
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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