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My self-summary
I get anxiety attacks whenever I see this one particular billboard that says "Only YOU can prevent forest fires."

I'm sweet, charming, and adorable. Yeah, I know, blah blah blah.....I'm sure you've all heard it before.

Down with heteronormative hegemony! It does no one any good.

I have an overly large garden that needs more attention than I give it. My kids were supposed to be farmhands but they chose to be educated instead.

And I love ASMR.

If you'd rather have a better self summary, I'd suggest taking a few moments out of your busy day to look at my answers to those pesky questions.

I fall in love quite easily but I wouldn't have it any other way.
What I’m doing with my life
These days I'm losing a lot of sleep over my next project. (My life is defined by "projects.") We bought a big lovely house for cheap and I'm gonna be hanging rock, laying floors, plumbing the hell out of it, etc. But no wiring. That I leave for the pros.

Tending my garden, reading, watching, learning, listening, wondering, thinking, rearing (at least when it comes to my kids. Otherwise, well, well talk.).
I’m really good at
Instead: Empathy, finding solutions, making you comfortable, cooking, baking, out-patient surgery (license or no license, it doesn't matter), building things and having great, if sometimes impractical, ideas.

I'm a raconteur.
I'm also a pretty good brewer.
The first things people usually notice about me
And I'm just a bubbling cauldron of enthusiasm. I'm wearing shorts, unless it's December through March. I have a beard like Moses had.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Once I discovered college radio (thank you WMUA & WAMH) in Jr. High School, nothing was ever the same. (Similarly, once I discovered hallucinogens, nothing was ever quite the same) I still remember listening to Kraftwerk late one night with the headphones on and just being blown away! Since synth-pop was in vogue at the time, that was my first fave. Don't worry, it didn't last all that long (just long enough to alienate me from my friends and convince me to get the hell out of my small town). Garage rock, punk, NY noise, krautrock all quickly followed.

I've taken long, but necessary, detours to the Lands of Jazz, Blues, Electronica, wimpy-ass folk music and, unabashedly, American Popular Standards. (Frank Sinatra - the Mick Jaggar of the 40s & 50s. How many boys were led astray by Jeri Southern, I couldn't tell ya!)

At a certain point, however, I started noticing that for many of the new bands, all I could say about them is "they sound like early Dead Boys," or, "this reminds me of John Spencer." I started listening to older and older music and ended up way way back. To the place where Blues, Jazz and Country were one (RnR didn't even exist yet, by that name anyway). We're talking Jimmie Rogers, Carter Family, young Louis Armstrong and on and on. This was new (to me)! This was something I'd never heard before and it was damned exciting. (Kind of like listening to Kraftwerk lo those many years ago).

Where am at now? All over the map. It's hard to pin down. And, needless to say, since I was in the NYC metro area, WFMU had a lot to do with so very much.

But what about Glam rock, Skinny Puppy, the Runaways, Phil (to his friends) Glass, Betty Boo, ELO and Frampton? Oh, god, don't get me started on them, please.

There, I've done it. I've gone on and on about music and never once mentioned Townes van Zandt or Gram Parsons. (Oops!)

I am Poncho and Lefty.

I'll read either fiction or non-fiction. (Yup, one or the other.) I'll read current fiction for a month or two. Then inexplicably switch to non-fiction for awhile.

Currently, I'm reading _The Great Degeneration: How Institutions Decay and Economies Die_ by Niall Ferguson and _Guns of August_ by B. Tuchman.

I recently got a laptop with a DVD player and I'm re-acquainting myself with film. (I really haven't seem much film for years and years and even then, it was very sporadic.) So I'm methodically starting, arbitrarily, with the January 1, 2001 issue of the New Yorker and watching every worthwhile film released. (Hey, I exhibit my OCD behaviour some way.)
The six things I could never do without
Whatever they may be, I try to treat all that's around me and in my life as if I couldn't do without them.
More specifically, and in no particular order,

1/books and movies. I hope never to be too incapacitated to read, hold, comprehend or simply be fully engaged with a book.
2/conversation & dialogue. Why have knowledge and/or wisdom (or people with knowledge & wisdom in your life) if you can't share it. Why have people in your life if you can't learn from them?
3/hedonistic pleasure. Because sometimes conversation and dialogue alone just can't express what needs to be expressed.
4/art. And by art, I mean the art of just about anything - words, sounds, light reflecting off inanimate objects, thoughts that make people laugh & think, subversive ideas, the art of living a deliberate life and so on and so forth.
5/curiosity. What? Well, you know...go figure it out for yourself.
6/vigor. Intellectual laziness has no place in my life or in the life of people I care about. If you go along to get along, are be too busy/tired to care, and not giving a fuck about others' ideas/notions/viewpoints you should just go away.

Of course, it goes without saying, my collar & leash.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Daily, I spend an inordinate amount of time on what I can make for lunch and/or dinner. Also, how could I put *so much* on my to do list?

More generally, eliminating the usual, embracing the unexpected, living purposefully, making room for chaos, and certainly *not* wondering what'll come next but, instead, letting what comes next just happen and wash over me. Expectations kill Joy.

Leaving my comfort zone.



I wonder why my friends don't follow each and every one of my suggestions (diktats, really), thereby solving all their problems.

I wonder why the martini glass is so damn impractical. I mean, for such a simple drink (no filler whatsoever), why does it require a glass that just begs to have the precious nectar spilled, thereby ruining your best suede leisure suit?

And, why the hell there is such a non-thing as a vodka martini!

And when will I be invited to enjoy a gimlet with someone special. Or a lime rickey?

Where is Maybelline in her Coupe DeVille?

And why, when my cats enter a room they have to announce themselves with a little "meow." Or how to tell them that *one* more belly rub doesn't require that they tear my forearm to shreds.
On a typical Friday night I am
Hanging out with my girlfriends besameotravez and Izablu5ft2 after a week of exciting debauchery.

Or with someone else for some exciting debauchery.

Or being made up with by my girlfriend for *her* week of debauchery.

(Needing someone to throw my bail.)
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
That my social security number is 107-23-5119 and that I once went a whole year speaking in nothing but iambic pentameter.

I sometimes have funny dreams and laugh at them in my sleep.
You should message me if
You're looking for hiking partner on the Long Trail next year. Or just someone to hang out with. That'll do.