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My self-summary
Love in the Time of Climate Change. Does it exist? (Or even: Love in the Shadow of Nuclear War. Or likelier this week: Civil War).

I'm a just-about nest-emptied single dad and a writer -- both a journalist and an author for young readers on the march. I write books that chronicle their potential journey across that dread verge into the near future

I like to take walks when I can. I used to like hanging out with my sons, indeed I still love it. But they're "grown," at least in that provisional, legal sense, and I don't get to see 'em as often anymore. That was fast.

However, in thinking of family, and ties that bind, I also think the definitions of "community" are going to get radically redefined in the years ahead -- as the center keeps not holding, and things fall apart.

So then -- what about a "community" of two partners? Friends? Types that might ostensibly meet on a site like this?

(However, as time goes on, it occurs to me that this whole online thing is probably an impossible milieu on/with which to meet someone. You can't just "meet cute" as in the movies -- there seems to be some expectation of "meeting total," as it were. So, since this site probably won't work at all -- "the king is dead, long live the king," etc. -- that, on the other hand, frees us of expectations, yes?)

One other thing: Came across this post from a guy in his mid-60's, writing about what he learned having two heart attacks in his 50's, as he and his wife looked back at their lives together: "Now, we both regret that we didn't make love about three times as often as we could have when we were young. While we were each trying to prove how right we were to each other, we weren't loving each other nearly as much as we could have back in those days when we were young, beautiful and full of energy. Ah, the foolishness of youth."

Do any of us really have passion in our lives, anymore? (There's an absolute intensity that comes from raising kids, but that's different). Or are we all just staring at our computer screens? Can such passion be sparked again, in the autumn of things?

Time perhaps, to go back outside and howl at the moon.
What I’m doing with my life
Hmm.. didn't James Earl Jones answer this question for Kevin Costner in Field of Dreams?

I'm downsizing a bit, watching that aforementioned nest emptying (a wistful experience), realizing, after the loss of my dad and a couple friends, the near loss of my mom, that it is, actually, later than we think.

I'm also waiting for a book about zombies and go-karts and nanobots to get released.

And I need to take a walk.

Just like James Earl Jones.
I’m really good at
Finding stories. Telling them. Raising boys.
The first things people usually notice about me
That would depend on the context they're meeting me in, que no?
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
"One Hundred Years of Solitude," "Fup," "Yellow Eyes," "California Bloodstock." "The Magic Journey," "Lost in the Cosmos." Bunches more. Movies? "Chinatown," "2001," "The Devils," "Casablanca," "Once Upon a Time in the West," "The Wild Bunch," "Nothing But a Man." Did I already say "bunches more?"

Food wise, you can never go wrong with a good pot of soup.

And tube-wise -- well, how ironic than when it's good, the tube now does what 70's movies did so well (when they were good), except those kinda movies don't get made at studios anymore. I'd like to discover a lost season of "Slings and Arrows" somewhere.
Six things I could never do without
My sons, of course, but they're not "things." The friendships I've developed over the years. The bonds with certain places. The occasional cigar and glass of whiskey?

And often, on internet sites, one wants to include "the internet," and it's true, much of my communication and even revenue occurs on/with it. But what happens to our lives when there might not be an internet?
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Dislocation in unknowable times.
On a typical Friday night I am
The answer to this used to be: "well, with my boys, usually."

Now, sometimes a screening, sometimes davenning, sometimes traveling. sometimes home racing a deadline.

I am still re-learning Friday nights...
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I really like a woman's lips.

Napes of necks can be pretty great, too.

Those two things, however, are just two of the most private things I'm willing to admit *here*. The other part of the question is: What would be the most private thing you'd be willing to admit, in confidence, to your lover, in a relationship?

Or rather: Can there still be Secrets in that mythical capital-R "Relationship" we are all, ostensibly, seeking? If there are secrets, does that preclude that relationship from being "the one?"

Or not?
You should message me if
You're a single mom, or very empathic to single dads!
The two of us