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Noneskull

I wonder where I left my glasses?

About Me

-I'm a somewhat complex quasi-intellectual, agnostic, dilettante dork -Proud husband and awestruck father of 3 -I grew up in SoCal, but now reside in a Midwestern town with a Tibetan Buddhist temple -I am descended from Celtic warriors and fiercely proud of my Irish heritage -I once sang in a punk band -I sometimes fancy being a vegetarian, but animals are so darn yummy, I just can't bring myself to give 'em up -I was a wildland firefighter at the Grand Canyon -I'm always nervous around the ocean -I have been published in a national magazine -I laugh every time the ketchup makes that fart sound -I never got the "organized team sports fanatic" gene encoded in my DNA -I am married to the girl of my dreams -I want to learn how to play the mandolin -A Hopi friend said my spirit was embodied by the Turtle, symbolizing wisdom and long life (and slowness...) -I love my country but lament its staggeringly incompetent governance -I am virtually never ill -I went to choral camp (not as cool as "band camp", but I digress...) and can often be heard singing opera in the shower -Former miscreant with faded, lame-ass tats, chipped teeth & scars to prove it -I rarely know what day of the week it is -I act like a 7 year-old on Christmas morning when a big winter storm approaches -I have rambled and scrambled over 300 miles in and around the Grand Canyon -I was an exchange student in Germany after high school -I think Republicans are scary -Lover of books, well-built music, handcrafted lagers, mountains, storms, babies, dark-haired ladies in sundresses and other beautiful things -In 1984, I jumped from more than 40 feet up, into a deep pool in Oak Creek Canyon, AZ, did a straight-up belly flop, and broke 3 ribs -I ran a marathon once -I have had, at last count, 37 jobs -I hate cities and crowds -I love flowers and pictures drawn by little kids -I failed spectacularly at math in school, but can somehow transpose elevations from feet to meters, in my head -I suffer from verbosity -Grey, green and brown all look the same to me -Former college addict (Educated Idiot in recovery) -I love to observe pattern and process in the natural world -I have a freakishly acute sense of smell -I will NEVER wax my back (or anything else) -I can ALWAYS tell you which way north is -I drink far too much coffee -I have driven almost one million miles (half of them in a bus) -I long to climb a big mountain -My random bouts of precognition annoy the crap out of me -I once hitchhiked 200 miles, barefoot, during a solar eclipse on 5 hits of acid -I constantly fight the urge to tattoo my dermis with the tapestry of my life -I have never been fishing -The NASCAR thing utterly baffles me -I can recite long lists of irrelevant minutiae from memory but cannot program a VCR or total a drawer of change -I am puzzled as to how my 40th birthday could possibly be approaching -I find shaving extremely bizarre (waxed handlebar in '08? Anyone?) -I despise intolerance, ignorance, bigotry, and zealotry -I think too much and do too little -Smiling dogs always have the same effect on me -I am an unrepentant eccentric who wears flip-flops in the snow -I am generally laid back, but would, in defense of my family, unhesitatingly deconstruct any threat to them with crystalline focus and an utter absence of remorse -I am the sole example of me there is / Free Cursors Myspace Layouts Myspace Comments

My Interests

I summit a new mountain each day. Creating something enduring through teaching and writing. Impressing the importance of value, tolerance, respect for diversity, and nurturing a conservation-oriented ethos in my children. Appreciation of Literature and any passionate expression of genuine artistic muse.

I'd like to meet:

God, in any form. Although I'm a self-professed heathen who does not worship or revere any one omniscient deity, I do recognize the inherent, deliberate orderliness of creation, and would seize any opportunity to be proven wrong. I know somebody's out there, and sometimes I briefly get a peek under the hemline of the ever-present cosmic consciousness flowing through and within us all.

Music:

Opera. Hardcore. Bluegrass. Polka. Celtic acapella. Roots rock reggae. Senegalese folk. Tuvan throatsinging. If pure and underlain by sublime pain or epiphanic joy, music free of self-awareness; able to transcend the listener's ears and settle directly into the psyche, possesses great power. As I travel through life, much of what I hear is insipid and uninspired, but select ethereal pieces, released uncontrived from some selfless master into the collective soundscape, can fill a space so utterly as to define it. We all have those associative 'a-ha' tonal moments, from which a song or sound can never be separated. Viewed within the framework of perfectly structured sound, music has almost mystical properties.

Movies:

I mostly watch documentaries, but a couple of films merit a mention: Koyaanisqatsi, Kundun, Bartok The Magnificent, The Yes Men, LOTR, Genghis Blues, The Outlaw Josey Wales, Pow Wow Highway, The Shining, My Neighbor Totoro, Forrest Gump, Fantasia, Revenge of the Nerds, Touching The Void.

Television:

(With apologies to D. Boon) The media robs and betrays us.

Books:

Lovely, anachronistic things, books. I am methodically working my way through the 331 in my living room. Should be done in 14 years or so, at this rate...

Heroes:

Dr. Kate King, John Muir, H.H. The Dalai Lama, anybody who improves or repairs something or shows love and respect toward someone less fortunate...when no one is watching them do it. "WWJD?", indeed.

My Blog

Most egregious aphorism of rural American English identified

Hey what's up? Whew. Time to vent a bit of unimportant, but personally significant tension. OK, here goes: The phrase: "Do what?" pisses me off. It is without a doubt, the single most execrable uttera...
Posted by Noneskull on Fri, 16 Feb 2007 12:49:00 PST

Noneskull Commences to Rant

    I'm heartsick and weary of this ongoing farce known as the George W. Bush presidency. Here's what Numbnuts the Great said the other day about Saddam Hussein's death:  &nbs...
Posted by Noneskull on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 06:49:00 PST

Looking within

My dad died a few weeks ago, and I'm feeling guilty because my tear ducts don't seem to be working. I never envisioned a response to the death of a parent (who could?), but I feel like an asshole beca...
Posted by Noneskull on Fri, 10 Nov 2006 05:56:00 PST