"Me" is a nebulous concept. I like to think of myself as a proponent of Darwinian theory, in so far as I'm evolving, and (hopefully) improving all the time. One can live and hope. Some things don't. I'm beginning to accept that people are always going to say that I'm quiet. Being quiet, has its uses after all. I'm able to pursue a career as an undercover agent with little effort on my part. And, after all, is not "quiet" a variant of "mysterious"? I'd like to think so.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Philip Larkin, Samuel Beckett, and my father's mother. Slightly problematic seeing as all are deceased.
My Blog
Here's a Thinker
When Death Comes
When death comeslike the hungry bear in autumn;when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;when death comeslike the m... Posted by on Thu, 13 Jul 2006 13:05:00 GMT
Men and their Need to Teach
Have noticed how some men simply have to impart their wisdom. Especially in Salsa class. The irony is that it is usually the men who have only attended one or two classes feel the need to point out yo... Posted by on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 14:59:00 GMT
