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About Me

I get the question often enough that it seems worth answering:"Why do you want to be my 'friend'?", or the variation: "Why should I be your 'friend'?"Okay, fair enough.It all comes around to another question: Why am I on MySpace? Answer: I've identified a deficiency in my understanding that I'd like to correct before it becomes a deficiency in my character. I realize that I don't really know what makes most people tick. I used to think that I could make some pretty good guesses, but the truth is that I have enough gaps in my experiences that I can't actually make good guesses. In fact, I know now that it's a lousy idea to even make guesses.I've known some interesting people over the years. I've exposed myself to some unusual and dicey people and situations. The crime would be if I (and yes, I was) filtered people through what I learned in those extremes. Additionally, I was isolating myself from people because I figured I knew it all because I understood (or presumed to understand) the extremes of society. Guess what? I was wrong.So, this is why I'm here and why I make contact with you: I want to better understand what the motivations, needs, wants, joys, hurts, dreams, delusions, lies, truths, etc. are of a wide cross-section of people. Whatever you are, Christian Home Schooling Mother or Pornstar, I don't understand you and it's a shame that I don't. I don't presume to be conducting some grand social experiment, just trying to ultimately understand myself better because I'll understand the general world around me better.That's it. You don't owe me anything. If you'd rather I kiss off, that's fine. My need to understand life better isn't your problem. If you decide to let me be a part of your community - whether on the sidelines or more - I appreciate that. Tell me whatever you'd like. If you'd like to know more about me, I'd be pleased. Ask whatever you'd like.Thanks.Kevin
Eye Color: Brown.
Hair Color: Dark Brown.
Height: 5'9".
Weight: More than it should be.
Your Heritage: Dutch, Danish, etc.
Your Weakness: I'm overly sensitive.
Your Best Physical Feature: I don't know. What do you think?
Your Favorite Scents: Post-rain air, flowers, other assorted natural scents.
Your Favorite Food: Pretty much anything made by The Mom.
Favorite Fast Food: McDonald's Double Cheeseburger, no pickles.
Your Favorite Sound: Good music.
Do you get along with your parents: I do now. We all grew up.
What do you want to be when you grow up: Ethnographer.
What are your fears: Total, lifelong failure. Heights.
Do you play an instrument: Unfortunately, no. But I own three guitars. Figure that out.
Do you do drugs: Prescription only.
Do you drink: On occasion.
Favorite Season: Spring/Fall: it's a tie.
Liberal or Conservative: Très libéral. I did that in French to annoy the wacko Conservative fringe.
Are you materialistic: I'd like to think not, but I do have a lot of stuff: books, music, art.
What makes you happy: Things that make sense.
What makes you tick: Probably a combination of desire and self-loathing.
Do you like thunderstorms: Yeah.
Pepsi or Coke: Caffeine-Free Coke, even though Caffeine-Free Pepsi tastes like Coke. Seriously.
Qualities that you look for in a mate: My wife.
What is your "type" in a mate: No specific type, really.
Do you want to get married: I want to STAY married.
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!Apparently, I look like Hugh Hefner and Gary Cooper. Right. That facial recognition software doo-hickey ought to be a vital tool in The War On Terror.I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Hilter, Stalin, Pol Pot, etc.: What the heck were these dudes thinking? Oh, and Bob Dylan. And Soren Kierkegaard. And Fyoder Dostoevsky. And Nelson Algren. And Beethoven. That's it. Except for the other 6-8 billion people living and dead who seem to have something interesting to tell. But that's it! No one else!

My Blog

A Day Worth Remembering

Today is the 70th anniversary of one of the darker days of the 20th century, Kristallnacht, or The Night of Broken Glass.  On November 10th, 1938, thousands of synagogues in Greater Germany were ...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Nov 2008 08:42:00 GMT

From the creative ceter of my being, which just so happens to be located in the pit of my gut

This is what I write while waiting for the beginning of conference calls.   The power of 1    What is the measure of the point in time when the majority of the moments spent breathing is ...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 16:19:00 GMT

Breaking Out of the Funk

For The Mrs' birthday today:   We haven't yet lived   We haven't yet lived all the days God has laid out for us; we are, after all, only two kids who are one year old. We haven't gott...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 15:17:00 GMT

A Morning of Non-Fatal Annoyances

I Heard A Fly Buzz - When I DiedI heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry...
Posted by on Thu, 16 Aug 2007 11:22:00 GMT

Let The Images Do The Talking

A simple slideshow... Some simple movies...Baby A - Sucking The Thumb Baby A - Smiling! Baby B - Profile Baby B - Hitchin' A Ride To Nowhere ...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 23:15:00 GMT

The Struggle of the Mouse

There isn't a whole lot to do sometimes when I'm home sick. I don't really feel good enough to vacuum or dust or pack boxes or lay tile or fold laundry. Heck, I'm breaking out in a clammy sweat just...
Posted by on Tue, 31 Jul 2007 10:44:00 GMT

Sometimes I Wonder Where It Is That I Should Have Been Instead Of Where It Is That I Was

Sometimes I write a poem and it just doesn't feel good to go back and read it.  I don't mean to say that I think it a lousy poem, but rather a poem that cuts too close to the bone to really be en...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 21:26:00 GMT

Hungry?

Just a little something I whipped up one time, not so long ago.  Someone needed a cookie and this was all I had.  Had I been asked today, well, I've got cookies in my drawer here at my desk....
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 17:31:00 GMT

The Stripper Tetralogy

These are four poems I wrote over a very short period of time - maybe a week or so - about a woman I dated off and on for almost 6 years.  I wrote a lot of poems in that same period of time abou...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 22:08:00 GMT

Old Poem About A Girl That Never Should Have Been Mine

As a matter of fact, it did    You wouldn't usually think that fifteen minutes could become a test of the endurance of one's patience, yet it did sitting there with the sounds of oily p...
Posted by on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 21:03:00 GMT