|Food tolerances. I am easily satisfied; yet, this is NOT a throwback from my pickier days; BSA stripped away my inhibitions...|
- Driving personality: Type A with fits of mild Road Rage, and sometimes egotistical, arrogant, self-centric, and self-conscious. "My cars are dope." Takes everything personally. Only operates under the "driving personality" while behind a dashboard.
It would be really fun to have people over for dinner -- after all, we've two resident cooks -- but that would be setting a precedent. I cannot remember a time when we had people over in the last decade. Life is too busy.
I've never "almost" died or broken any bones, although I remember being held underwater in Mr K's swimming pool by Elisa (she jumped on me!), which was altogether quite humbling, and lacking in oxygen.
Pets? All I ever had is dead. So what's left. . . The neighbor kids, and three orange feeder fish in my pond that are quite long (3.5-5 inches). 2 turtles, 1 rabbit, 1 min-pin, other fish, 1 ring-necked snake, several blue robin eggs which now are probably late, great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandparents, yellow tigertails -- butterflies like the viceroy (red admirals?).
Getting lost: I've done this in S.F. at a festival, in foreign shopping malls, in Florence, in Dwinelle Hall, and other places, mind included.
Come to think of it, my parents have been pretty formative -- this is both good and bad. They have held great influence over the has-been and will-be. I fear that they won't either be around much longer...
The ability to make and keep friends is important. After realizing that he is being rude to Dilbert the recruiter, a college job-seeker exclaims, "People skills!" Duh!? Well, "to have friends you must be a friend," I've always thought. I do not choose not to be a friend, I just don't think about it. Why? I'm an ISTJ; I don't feel. Oftentimes I don't even think about courtesies that other people do automatically. Not that I'm actively being rude, it just never occurst to me. My friends get used to it. (They don't take what I do or say personally, but understand.) But hey, I'm working on it!
I hate writing "I," but it's hard to get any point across about "me" without using "I." It's hard to be normal; it's hard to just be, to let! Besides, who wants a desperate, needy person for a friend, which I often am? (Usually because of schoolwork)
Tsk, tsk. Some of my friends have been so for days and weeks; others for months and years. I have a moral dilemma: that people come and go (out of your life), like Teresa, Michael, and Cindy. Then there are the people you don't really ever get to know, period. It's hard to deal with though in some cases helpful, but we cope.
Now onto the important stuff(!). I like a variety of music stations, notably KLLC, KYLD, KBRG, and K101.
Now onto the Real important stuff. I've had several bikes and the current one is a Mongoose Rockadile. It's dope and loaded. Road tires would be nice, however. My room... What's in my room? Since my house is done in earth tones, so is my bedroom. The custom-made oak bookshelf and desk are nice, though the desk is a couple inches too high. There is also an oak bed, and we cannibalized a previous desk to make a 'chest of drawers.' My earliest desk, I remember, was a cardboard box. Anyway my room is 10' by 10' and white. There is a closet which houses most of my clothes. Two lights illuminate the room: a lawyer's lamp and a regular lamp. Since I have a five by five window in front of the desk and a large backyard, the room is usually quite light. Natural light is best -- three skylights help.
Now onto the MOST IMPORTANT issues.
No one can ever know what the future will hold; what turns will one take on any given glide-path, what will the Olympians dictate, how will the stars favor you, when will The Button be depressed, blah blah blah? Back to the topic at hand, it's a noble pasttime to claim you'll be on the Pro-Bowlers Tour next year, in the Final Four in two years, or rich in ten -- but what is this kind of goalsetting really doing? Talk is cheap; what are you doing now to get there? Besides, no one knows what the future will hold.
I plan not to get married. Like Jeff I don't believe in it completely. Legalized sex and joint tax returns are all I see. Still, maybe marriage would not be so bad. Yet, I would be a bad parent and husband, and I don't want that for anybody. Well, I am honest. Another societal dilemma. May Pallas Athene grant us the wisdom to use the knowledge of information.
All of us have role models, mentors, confidants, and advisors. Mine include: some of my friends above, my parents, my Mormon friends, Dr. Smith, Mrs. Smith, Steven Spielberg, and Madonna. I would like to dedicate this page to the above and Princess Diana, whom one of my late pets was namesaked. As stated in one of my "dilemmas," there are those whom I don't remember by name, or even face, but to whom I also supplicate and for them, I would do anything.
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