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Cowboy Spit

I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking

About Me

I'm an artist and musician. I play gamelan music and paint. I am firm believer in the power of art to inspire and transform. I especially like to take note of where things touch. I work hard but I know some really great ways to spend time; the precious little time that we're given. As Woody Allen once said, "It's miserable and lonely and its all over with way too soon."I manage to exist in a state of emotional bouyancy most of the time. It's like a magic act where I balance my feelings of hope, happiness and dispair against the elements of our world that are both nurturing and threatening with mixed results that awe and amaze my audience.I also manage a gamelan group. We are a non profit and we need donations. .

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Beautiful women, talented beautiful women. Beautiful women who like camping, beautiful women who enjoy travelling. Beautiful women who have lots and lots of money and beautiful women who enjoy singing. Beautiful women who like eating sushi and hallucinagenic mushrooms. Beautiful women who are intelligent and who aren't really hung up with how a guy looks.

My Blog

5.) Dances and Dinner

The first day of training was kind of long and exhausting but a fellow trainee, Adam and I set out to visit a traditional Korean village right there in the heart of Seoul.  We witnessed some...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 14:41:00 GMT

2.) Arrivalgate

We followed the sun to the west from Seattle with the Pacific Ocean below us. We were fully loaded, there were no empty seats as we headed for Japan.  I sat next to a woman and her six year old d...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Sep 2008 11:39:00 GMT

6.) Do They See Me?

As I have been walking down the streets of Seoul, I've been confronted with a cultural difference that any American would experience here.  I expected this but the experience of this psychologica...
Posted by on Tue, 16 Sep 2008 15:25:00 GMT

4.) A Kiss at Seven Eleven

This place was real and I breathed a sigh of relief for that fact alone.  The first day of training was about as much as anyone could expect.  The building we were in stood among other hands...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 13:37:00 GMT

3,) The Morning After

After sleeping in a deep and heavy way, it was Monday morning and it was my first day of training.  A welcome packet was left in my hotel room with some stapled pieces of paper.  I scrambled...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Sep 2008 16:00:00 GMT

1.) I Leave One Nation

My flight had already left.  She looked at me with great displeasure from behind the ticketing counter and said, "You were supposed to leave at 8:55 this morning."  It was just after noon an...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Aug 2008 12:37:00 GMT

Memories of Sprawl as a boy

When I heard that Sprawl was scheduled to play at Fitzgerald's again, I got totally amped. It had been thirteen years since anyone had seen them perform. Sprawl was one of the great local bands of t...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 15:01:00 GMT

Sometimes the Hippo

I was emailed a story about a baby hippo in Africa a couple of days ago. This baby hippo is less than a year old when the tsunami separated it from its mother. The hippo washed up on the coast of Keny...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 20:28:00 GMT

More Great News

So the solution to the horrible event described in my last entry was to use an antibacterial shampoo.  Supposedly lathering up the nasty carpet would get the shit and piss out of there, or at lea...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Oct 2005 13:49:00 GMT

Wonderful News

Last night a sewer pipe busted here at my office building, on my floor and in the corner closest to my office.  Now when people walk down the hall they can breathe in the foul horror of our ...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Oct 2005 12:26:00 GMT