Methushelah

What can I say about myself? I went to school, over a decade ago, to learn about all things electronic, and acquired a real understanding of how electronic 'gadgets' work. Though I've found that, ironically, my education hasn't much improved the proficiency with which I use any of these 'new-fangled' gadgets! I must be, at heart, a 20th Century Man... somewhat lost in this new Millennium. Of course the world of Information Technology has changed monumentally since my education of the early 1990's. However I am still an active statistic on the learning curve of this digital nirvana that we all now live in today.
Up until just over a week ago (Sept. 10 th , 06) I never really considered building a profile page here (at MySpace ). For I'd heard the 'stories' most people my age have been told about this service. An on-line world of teenagers looking for 'things' their parents would be shocked to learn they even know anything about; and an un-official home to every sick/perverted psychopathic monster with a computer. Of course I'm educated enough to know that nearly everything you see and hear on Television should be taken with a grain of salt - but not dismissed entirely. I could go on, but this sort of 'commentary' would be more suited to a blog entry. Needless to say I'm now here so I'll write more about me.
My profile picture was scanned off an old community college ID card - and is ironically one of the best photographs of me in existence. I've always been camera shy, and even in this age of digital cameras/cell phones (I still don't own one), I've never had the inclination to photograph nearly everything, or be photographed, almost every day. I'm not knocking this kind of activity, just stating a fact in the current reality that is my life.
My appearance has not really changed much since this ID photo was taken. I still weigh about 145 pounds... and can wear anything I used to wear back in high school. I've no gray hair, or bald spots, or any other outward signs of 'aging' that so many people (especially men) who are now in their mid-forties seem to exhibit. When I'm 'carded' for something, be it alcohol or cigarettes, I never get mad - I take it as a compliment. The double-look I get sometimes is truly priceless.
I do like to go out occasionally at night... and 'party' as it's still commonly referred to. But trying to talk, to anyone, in a loud 'happening' bar/nightclub has always been a challenge for me. I can certainly hold my liquor (officially a crime/disease now-a-days), and do so with dignity and style; this means I don't get wild, loud, foul-mouthed... and/or thrown out of bars by bouncers. This could also be construed to mean that I don't really know how to have fun; I'll confess that probably is mostly true... at least out in public.
I like to go to places the younger generations go to enjoy life, primarily because:

In some instances they're the same 'establishments' now that they were ten, or even twenty years ago. I'm still a young man, intellectually and philosophically at least. No one I've ever met can tell how old I really am by my physical appearance - so I don't feel out of place. People who do venture a guess are always a decade, or more, low.

Although most times I couldn't tell anyone who asks what artists/songs are being covered by whatever live band is playing that night. Some aspects of Time's relentless march are always inescapable.
I spend a lot of my free time 'working' on my PC; doing stuff like building this MySpace page, or downloading image files from NASA or other space-related websites. I'm interested in astronomy, physics, and virtually all applied science necessary for space travel and exploration; and have been so since the late 1960's. I still look forward to a day when an 'ordinary' person (like me) will be able to go to any airport, and board a hypersonic 'vehicle' that routinely flies its passengers in and out of orbit. If I live to see this day, I'll die knowing all of my childhood daydreams have been vindicated. Even if I never actually get to go myself, just knowing the future I anticipated as an eight year old boy has finally come to pass will be enough. If this seems a little odd to some of you younger people out there, I can tell you that all this IT-PC stuff we take so much for granted today - was considered to be the musings of science fiction writers in the 1970's. The 70's was the age of IBM Mainframes as big as a warehouse... and programs 'written' on punch cards.
If I sometimes wax nostalgic, in writing or in conversation, over times long ago; it's only because those of you under age 39 or so have no idea how much real freedom existed back when I really was a young man. Back before my elders, those acid-popping, protest-marching hypocrites took over State and Local government... and instituted their 'progressive' vision - our modern Police State. This last paragraph is for my true peers; those of you out there who remember 'eight-track tapes' and 'head shops' - and aren't ashamed of, but might just be a little afraid of, your own past. I, as well as most of you, had to let old habits die in order to survive in this new world of coerced submission of bodily fluids to labs contracted by our employers.
I hope this small window into my mind and my life, despite its rambling structure, was well worth the read.