SASHA & HERMANN

I was raised by wolves in various german forests. My tutonic tribe were nomads. We would move from Volkswagen bus to Volkswagen bus. I was mostly educated in airports,picking up oil painting and air hockey skills along the way. Life can be difficult with limited social skills but I manage.I recently toured East Texas and got in touch with my fellow Germans who have migrated there. I was very lucky because I met a wonderful East Texas woman who I married. She would not return to DER FATHERLAND with me, so we moved far away to a place where there are mountains and deserts and cacti that can fall over and kill you.There are also black widow spiders and crazy drivers. These people, the desert people, have no sense of discipline or obligation to the community. They blow through red lights like speed demons. They do not know the meaning of the word "order." I, however, am orderly.I enjoy television, politics, current affairs, reading, music (especially jazz and blues and old hippie rock and roll). My favorite car is the BMW. You do not need to ask why.I attended college, of course, as it was expected of me by my German family. My degree was in Sociology but I found that dealing with crackheads was not my forte. Remember, I like discipline and order.Ok, so most of that whole German thing was semi-b.s. My father was German and he did teach me to be orderly and disciplined. The truth is this: I rebelled at an early age from all the order and discipline and was an antiwar activist during the Viet Nam War, a hippie in college, (my college years lasted forever), then I was a Social Worker for a long time before I took over my father's investments and properties when he became sick.I was a bachelor till 47 when I married Sasha. Yes, I was stuck in my ways and she was in hers. It took some compromise from both of us to keep from just whacking each other over the head with frozen turkey legs and saying, "Screw this". Never happened though. I learned that she was never going to be any time of vegan and she learned to not throw money around like crazy. I also learned not to ever let that woman near my BMW. She burned up 3 clutches in 3 months.People really don't know how to take me. I am not purposefully deceptive, but I just don't fit into any neat pigeonholes (and neither does Sasha and that's one reason we get along). I'm sure there are a myriad of rumors about us/me/her because we don't work conventional jobs and we live well, but not beyond our means (we aren't into collecting the most expensive toys). We are somewhat bohemian and somewhat traditionalist. We are political liberals .We believe in family, friends, and loyalty. But, we refuse to play the game that so many play of dressing in the most expensive clothes or driving the newest and most expensive car. People don't know if we are rich or poor, liberal or conservative, crazy or sane (I'm not too sure about that one myself)With Sasha, I share a morbid sense of humor (but she's far more outrageous than I am) and a silly sense of humor. We love the absurdities of life and we can both talk a blue streak. She's constantly interupting me and vice versa. I've picked up her East Texas accent and she's picked up my California accent. I like to drive her crazy talking like Billy Bob Thornton in "Sling Blade". Drives her absolutely bonkers. She, in turns, seeks revenge by singing Billy Joe Shaver songs in her god awful singing voice till all hours of the night.We both love jazz and the blues but Sasha doesn't just love the blues, she grew up with the blues in East Texas where she'd sneak into honky tonks in the "wet" towns and listen to the REAL blues legends (already old men by then), singing in their most comfortable environment. Meanwhile, I loved jazz just as much. Both of us have a love for classical music but not much real knowledge. My Dad was the classical music expert in our family. And, we both share a common weakness for Mexican music, flamenco guitar and Latin chants.It's hard to embarass my wife, but I can. I love to play dumb when we are in stores etc and she has to stand next to me tolerating my sense of whacko humor. Oh, she has whacko humor too, but it's a different kind. I'm a whacko. She's a whacko. We are both misfits. We are both slightly neurotic and we are both entertaining. We both detest posers and players and have a keen eye for the real deal.My wife, Sasha, has led an interesting life (some call it an extravagant life). She's known artists and poets and designers and songwriters and singers and all manner of odd sorts of people. She's something of a recluse but will gladly venture out of the house for coffee, to buy books or magazines, and of course, to thrift. Sasha is a liberal child of the old south. A woman of French descent with a touch of African American as well. She worships soul and blues but also loves high fashion and celebrity gossip. While always championing the downtrodden, she loves all of society's misfits. She'd much rather talk to a homeless poet than a CEO. She's capable of walking with the powerful and with those who have no power. She's a firm believer that she can learn more from a poor man/woman than the richest man of fortune. While she does like money, she does not chase money and abhors those who do. She's immune to trends because she lives in a world that's either ahead of it's time or so behind the times that she's, unknowingly on the forfront. She has an uncanny ability to predict things and to see what others can't see. She's a strange and unusual woman. She is also peevish at times and tempermental when moved by injustice.I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4

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