Self-styled, angst-ridden -- if occasionally happy-go-lucky -- public-interest lawyer (former/future; am presently taking a break from lawyering, brokering rare books) and goofball (no break from that, no).
One time Chicago advertising account exec. (among other sundry things I take pains to keep under wraps). Followed by a decade on Capital Hill litigating on behalf of the public interest (on the public payroll; so, thanks to all whose taxes funded my paycheck, and sorry I did not have the foresight to spend and save more wisely).
For now, am rather shallowly rooted south of Madison, WI, transplanted from the wilds of Maine in 2008 (Chicago native; contemplating moving back) so as to be better able to embarrass my boys, now ages 16 and 18.
Over-educated (JD/MBA/BA); under-appreciated (and certainly YES... these days under-loved!) advocate... one by nature (nurture?) out to save the world.
Falling short so far... but with so lofty a goal, plenty of clearance to fail and still accomplish much; trying, too, to have a little fun doing it.
Also, to quote a John Denver song, hope one day to be "going home to a place I've never been before." Wherever Home turns out to be, I've missed it enormously; it's been a longer trek than I'd have thought I had stamina. Hope I have conserved enough to even recognize it if it ever comes around, again, this journey. :)
Been an über humbling few years: ones that're also (trying to, anyhow) teaching me not to take anything for granted... which is perhaps the way it always should be.
BTW, my glass's not "half-full" and unsure I get why yours is. Some weeks feeling it's 9/10 vacant I still attempt living as if it runneth over, yes. But, no, I won't will it otherwise... even to distinguish it from "half-empty" or to please someone for whom I care deeply (however much I'd like).
That'd ignore the human condition (my own and the world's). Sorry, I guess. I'm so an optimist. Really. Perspective matters; sure: but, well, heart and effort do more, I think.
Have had several long-ish term committed relationships since my divorce in 2006 (and obviously have had them end (ouch!)); looking/hoping for next one to go the distance.
Hmm, more?? Wow. You sure? Okay! You bet!!
Well... I was once well-traveled; am still quirky w/artistic temperament; have had many careers and lived/loved passionately if sometimes too hard. Idealistic; kind; occasionally shy but invariably affectionate; introspective; creative; bright; big-hearted... intense; sometimes cynical; overly-ambitious; surprisingly naive; and impulsive.
Look: that's me. What can I tell you?
And, fine, as long as it works for me you're welcome to try'n change me.
Varied interests include relearning table manners, staring at length directly into the sun with unprotected eyes... and, well, some water sports.
Am more than a bit bruised around the edges, but hopefully nothing that won't heal. :)
I am quixotic, grounded, and [somewhat] fearless.
Since 2 p.m. Flag Day 2010, refusing to recognize the existence of surnames and instead referring to everyone I meet with no more than an imperceptible nod and a single utterance of "Capt'n."
Else, playing for the Mets' AAA minor league baseball team (in fact, I think I might be on a bus now, somewhere in Indiana... or maybe India, as the street signs are all in Devanāgarī script); and, well...
Beginning to wondering why I can no longer remember partying with Santana at Woodstock in Aug. '69.
And... Believing in the soul. And the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, good scotch, that Teddy Roosevelt acted alone, in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve... and... and... in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days, and...
No wait, that was Kevin Costner as Crash Davis it the movie Bull Durham... never mind.
I will get back to this.
Repeating the same word over and over until it loses its meaning?
Lifting up random dogs on the street so they can see things from my frame of reference?
Making a low buzzing noise?
Okay, this is a work in progress. I'll flesh this out, yes!
I mean, so, well? Yeah, that'd be my guess on this one.
Books... The Brothers K; A Prayer for Owen Meany; The Pickwick Papers; Bleak House; Prince of Tides; Grapes of Wrath; To Kill a Mockingbird; Ulysses (I think I meant, writing this, the Tennyson poem, NOT the 400-page Joycean run-on sentence!); Crime and Punishment; Archie's Round-Up #155, Aug, 1977--"Jughead Steals? Riverdale Reels!" (I made that up!); Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Mantenance; many, many more!
Movies... Inherit the Wind; Twelve Angry Men; The Caine Mutiny; Officer and a Gentleman; Before Sunrise; The Brady Bunch Movie; The Best Years of Our Lives; The Treasure of the Sierra Madre; On the Waterfront; A Few Good Men; Saturday Night Fever; Saving Private Ryan; A Beautiful Mind.
Food?? Pretty much anything not prepared having used a can-opener (or with, yeah: not too picky, no); same can be said about my musical tastes too, I suppose (??).
Sigh... and I need add, yes, that all potential domestic pets must (NO EXCEPTIONS; no, not even for hedgehogs... especially hedgehogs named "Riley!") have well-defined musical tastes that parallel mine. Namely; they must groove (earnestly groove, not just really like) on ambient minimalism; and at least appreciate post-Marxist-Afro-Cuban-experimental; AND venerate all songs by (mid-career only!!) Bobby Vinton.
Else, right out the door they go! I AM serious. No warnings, no exceptions.
Fine. I'll admit that there is a reasonable possibility I was wrong once in my life. I believe it 1998 or 1997, and, yes, I think on a Tuesday (mid-week anyhow). Late October. Possibly in the afternoon.
I forget about what about or the context, but I have some recollection this might've happened. Maybe. That I was wrong about something that day, I think.
My most private thing. That I am admitting here, yes.