I don't have a lot, but with me that's fine
Whatever I got, well, I know it's mine
I don't go around with the local crowd
I don't dig what's in so I guess I'm out
I'm saying these things
So you know me, baby
So, you understand what I'm all about

The boat that I row won't cross no ocean
The boat that I row won't get me there soon
But I got the love and if you got the notion
The boat that I row's big enough for two
Just me and you

There ain't a man alive
Can tell me what to say
I choose my own side and I like it that way
I don't worry about all the things that I'm not
There's only one thing that I want I ain't got
You know that I'm talkin' about you, baby
But you better know before you come along

The boat that I row won't cross no ocean
The boat that I row won't get me there soon
But I got the love and if you got the notion
The boat that I row's big enough for two
Just me and you

I'm saying these things
So you know me, baby
Do you understand what I'm all about
The boat that I row won't cross no ocean
The boat that I row won't get me there soon
But I got the love and if you got the notion
The boat that I row's big enough for two
Just me and you

The boat that I row won't cross no ocean
The boat that I row won't get me there soon
But I got the love and if you got the notion
The boat that I row's big enough for two

(with my thanks to Neil Diamond)
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Yes, I am lonely, I freely admit that. I am lonely because of who and what I am, it is part and parcel of my existence. Do I come here looking for that one special woman with whom I can have the fairy tale, the idyllic life? Part of me does, but the rest, the core of my being, knows better.

I am lonely primarily because I am a person of what might be described as "pathologically" high intelligence. Perhaps you don't know how much I wish that this was not the case, but it is.

Over the years, I have been many times horribly hurt; I still bear the marks. If you are wanting only fun and games, I am not the one to talk to.

I ask only that you allow me the opportunity to show you who and what I am. I may surprise you. I may also frighten you, for once you get past the surface, I am a person of deep and powerful emotion.

I am a person of broad scope, a person of opposites:

I can appreciate the raw power of a supernova. I can appreciate the fragile beauty of a buttercup.

I have been on the legitimate stage, I am a skilled and confident public speaker. I am reserved and introspective.

I was awarded a degree in neurobiology, having had the intent to pursue a PhD. I have composed chamber music.

I am hyperintelligent, analytical, and inquisitive. I am sensitive, caring, and devoted.

I sleep on a mattress on the floor, not because I cannot afford a bed, but because I find sleeping on the floor to be humble.

The "other" religion/philosophy about which I am deadly serious is Discordianism, the main tenet of which is "Take nothing seriously, least of all Discordianism."

I am about as shallow as the Marianas Trench.

I want to love and to be loved. Is that too much to ask?

I just bought a bombed-out shell that was once a house, and intend to live in it while I turn it into something that will make the cover of a major architectural magazine.
See http://ejamesz.fnordnet.net/home/

I'm trying to live within my means, trying to be creative in my own way, trying to carve out a place in life.

Considering starting, as in authoring, a book

The sciences, mathematics, system design. Cabinetmaking, urban farming. Being a pompous ass. Starting things.

I also have a reasonably good singing voice. I'm told that I do a better Neil Diamond than Neil Diamond, and that I can be heard a quarter-mile away, without amplification. Troll the decent karaoke bars around Pittsburgh, listening for the guy singing "Canta Libre". Three guesses as to who that would be.

I'm horrible at:
Keeping up with the dishes. Finishing things. Keeping my big mouth shut.

My sardonic wit and alarmingly high intelligence.

Favorite Films: Das Boot, Peter Sellers films.

Favorite Composers: Beethoven, Bach, Brahms, Händel (I have a thing for the Germans), and John Cage.

Favorite Authors: Douglas Hofstadter, Stephen Jay Gould

Favorite Books: Most Conan Doyle, most Verne, most anything from the "B" and "Q" divisions of the Library of Congress Catalog.

Favorite Visual Artists: Ansel Adams, MC Escher

Favorite Foods: Chicken paprikasz, garden salads.

Favorite Drinks: Coffee, Earl Grey tea with brown sugar, The Glenfiddich

My dignity
My kitties
My library
Baseball
Computers
A good C compiler (see above)

Thinking. How's that for metaphysics? Seriously, I think a lot about how we perceive, how we make connections and form concepts. I think a lot about non-human perception and cognition. I have been had by kitty-people for half of my life, and I know, I have observed, that they possess at least some degree of abstract thought. Give me about six hours, sometime, to begin to tell you about it.

Singing against backing tracks of Neil Diamond songs. (Don't get near me while I'm singing "Play Me" unless you intend to fall hopelessly in love.)

Trying to write network code while the Winston-kitty tries to insinuate his head under my hand, the DC-kitty tries to make the Winston-kitty his bitch, and I remember the Miranda-kitty invading my lap. In all, about as exciting as watching paint dry.

Miranda
14 Feb 1997 - 28 May 2012
You are and always will be my friend

There is something about this that is just... Well... Oxymoronic. Admitting something publicizes it, making it no longer private.

That said, I'll admit that I've had issues with identity and self-expression. I'm still working that out, in fact. It would probably be an important topic of discussion, should we get beyond coffee at Starbucks.

You are intelligent, caring, passionate, gentle, any of a number of other adjectives that I've yet to think of, and don't mind dating someone who is poor but honorable.