1--Okay. I have no photo. And recently, OKC's new policy dictates that those without photos can't initiate a correspondence. With that silly restriction, the ice-breaking belongs to you intrepid dare-devils out there. Once the ball starts rolling?--well, then I can reply and initiate freely. If you do take the frigid first plunge, you will discover I am fun, a respectful correspondent, as well as being entirely willing to share my mug with those who ask.
2--Likes? What are likes? I don't subscribe, so to those who've hung those 18 pretty yellow stars in my OKC firmament---you are sweet, but you are completely anonymous. All I see of you are your five points.
And now---dat-dada-daahh! The Self Summary:
I'm not stupid, not bland, not indifferent. I don't have enemies. I'm kind of off the beaten track in many ways. I have political and life opinions, and a moral groove I inhabit. As important as my values are to me, I nevertheless tend to like everyone and find them interesting. Life is too short not to be amazed by the rediscovered orchard, the low rise in the field that bends the river and what anyone might be thinking and why....
I've read many profiles of outward-ish people. Their resumes, compared to mine, read a bit intimidating so I'm just saying: for a red-painted night on the town, followed by naked hang-gliding and absinthe in war-torn Syria, I am not the man with the brush. More likely, I am the man who built the brush or tinted the paint.
However, as of recent, I AM slowly hunting and pecking my way around the cello. (I know, I know. Time to uncork the smelling salts.)
To get on with it though, I'm otherwise tapping into my senses, emotions, intellect, creativity, not to mention my play-shape. And striving to be responsible--to be better and make it better.
Some of my friends call me accomplished, but I know I've never mastered anything, except perhaps an awareness of the mixed up, sweet-bitter gifts of life. And I don't know how "really good" I am, but I enjoy writing, editing, writing music, life-insights, beautiful relationships and filing metal edges smooth.....
book--wilfred the rat
film--the russians are coming, the russians are coming
show--pepe le pew
AND if you only have so much space in your pocket when you come to see me, throw out the book, the film, the show and the music--bring me the tomatoes.
2-the strong belief that we have to pitch in once we see injustice and unfairness if we expect solutions
4-a soft spatula--I don't understand what's with these crap-hard, inflexible spatulas
5-dreaminess and imagination
6-a variety of hammers. hammering is zen
(I've discovered I can do without a seventh thing)
8-a good, ratcheting screwdriver
9-a very rough washcloth
11-relationships and the always-unfolding conversation
Otherwise? I think of how I'm very very lucky to have my one and only wife and the sub-orbital life I stepped into. My grandmother's house. September 23rd, years ago. Why it's impossible to trisect an angle. What is that cool approach my math teacher, Ms. Lapasha taught me for finding the square root. Which is left and which right (I have a famously bad-but-deserved reputation for having no hint of a compass in my head).
As I stated above, I can't see "likes." To be clear, sending me a like-star it is not a North Star directing me your your door. Second --- I'll be honest. I will be tortoise-y deliberate in this process. Put another way: I'd love to meet someone who resonates with what I represent, who is kind and playful, but ONLY after some nice "seems-like-we're-clicking" messages. And more truth be told, generally speaking, finding someone within a dozen or so years of my age in either direction might make our wrinkles more comfortable. Finally--I know I know I know I KNOW---I don't have a pic and that, increases the odds of anyone even reading to this point, but I do actually photograph pleasingly, and so for you curious and intrepid, there are such astounding pics to share with you, you wouldn't believe. I'm not hideous (oddly, I look a bit like the nice "outline man" in the no-photo, photo box--you know, kind of straight-and-and-square standing, slender, with a tossed off do....) and I'll happily share, roots-to-toes, if we move to the relaxing, exchange-y phase and so sorry about the hesitancy.