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saintpatrck

60 M Minneapolis, MN

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Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 1″ (1.85m)
Body Type
Average
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Sign
Aquarius
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Other
Income
Rather not say
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Pets
Likes dogs
Speaks
English (Fluently), Latin (Poorly), French (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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 all cost.

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
Throwing the dice. Using my degree in English lit, writing about the seen and the unseen. 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.”

Writing about the cyberspace program and homeland security systems, and holy ghosts. People always died in the end, and then they got buried. Or went up in smoke. And were mostly forgotten. And I am recording it all, like in the Nixon White House.

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
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. 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 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 dermatologist's daughter.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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 a favorite book any point in time. Having just read The Good Lord Bird, I want to carry it with me everywhere I go, like a teen-ager 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 unforgetttable character like I grew up with in real life.
The six things I could never do without
Orange juice
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
-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?

-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 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 comedy writers who deal with all the same issues of pain that my doctor, dentist and lawyer do, do not 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 visit.

-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. I am the guy at the Bed, Bath, and Beyond store who asked: "How do I find the Beyond Department, and what exactly do you have there?"

-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
Typical? I am not too typical.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I am not losing my hair, I am just going wireless.
I’m looking for
  • Straight girls only
  • Ages 46–62
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For long-term dating
You should message me if
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 haunches."
-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.