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OK, well... just so we understand each other, I'm not nearly as serious as this profile is gonna make me appear. I mean, nobody can go on about themselves like this without looking just a little absurd. But it's cool, so when you read this, maybe picture me smiling. (And/or crossing my fingers).
Personality-wise, file me under: natural introvert who has managed to balance out that tendency with a few extrovert excercises such as singing in front of crowds of people, hosting festivals, etc.
I'm generally optimistic; with occasional bouts of shoulder shrugging and exclamations of "What fools these mortals be!"
I'd say I'm very loyal, sometimes to a fault, and like to be generous whenever possible.
According to the Enneagram thingy, I'm a 2 with like a 4 rising (or however that works). I don't really know much about it, but I do throw the I Ching from time to time.
By nature I root for (and identify with) the underdog, and am drawn to those who feel the same.
Admirable, crab-like Cancerican tenacity... or just plain stubborn? You be the judge.
Please keep me far, far way from intolerant proselytizing, grasping selfishness, authoritarian bluster and willful ignorance.
Once in a blue moon you'll find me getting up on my high horse and leading the charge... (paints quite a picture, eh?!)
I tend to keep late hours.
Like DaVinci, Jimi Hendrix and, uh, Sparky Lyle, I'm left-handed.
I realize that, to a large degree, I'm a product of West Coast culture of late 20th century America. I was educated at Berkeley, I lived in Los Angeles for a dozen years, and my spirit feels most at home in California, particularly the northern half of the state, where I was born and where I've returned. I find the combination of social tolerance, culture, weather, and natural beauty pretty hard to top.
I've fallen very much in love with my adopted hometown of Nevada City. I'd sing it's praises, but we like to keep it a secret around here. And just a few hours drive in this direction or that you'll find yourself arriving in equally amazing places like Big Sur, Point Reyes, Napa, the redwood forests, etc.
I also retain an emotional connection to the Central Valley of California where I grew up; the long, flat, fog-shrouded horizons in winter dotted by gnarly, broad-limbed, sage-looking old oaks, a mellow night-breeze blowing off the delta after a scorching, triple-digit summer day.
OK, so I have a tendency to romanticize things, but I can laugh about it all (and myself) at the same time.
I feel that I am learning to embrace contradiction, and unlearning the "either/or" mindset.
Not to pretend we can sum everything up in a nice, neat package, but when I'm able to get my mind in that "certain place" I sometimes can view life as a fantastic, Arabian Nights-type story that we're all simultaneously telling and being told.
If you sometimes see it that way too, there's a good chance you and I would get along just fine.
