the question is: who made this and why?
“I’m writing ‘young and gifted’ in my autobiography / I figure, who would know, better than me?”
I’m just this guy, you know?
I spent my first 24 years in the fine state of Wisconsin. I grew up a city kid, walking to school in Milwaukee. At my home state’s flagship university in Madison, I learned much about graphic design, politics, how to have a social life, and how to properly imbibe various kinds of intoxicating beverages (via trial and error). I learned enough about politics to swear it off as a possible career, and enough about graphic design to get a decent job.
In 1999, for some reason, I left that perfectly good job, apartment, and group of friends behind and spent three cold years in Minnesota. (Okay, I moved there for a girl.) There, I had my first canvassing job and my first and maybe only government job. In August 2002, I left that perfectly good job behind and moved to California. (That second rash act, at least, was the end of that pattern and not the beginning.)
Since November 2002, I have been more or less gainfully employed by a California-based political environmental group that happens to be regulated by Section 501(c)(4) of the United States Internal Revenue Code (an unnecessarily oblique but perhaps informative detail). My responsibilities have grown fairly steadily during that time; now I am vaguely described as “Communications Manager,” which boils down to lots of web back-end stuff, web and print design, writing, editing, and project management.
I am a sports fan from a long line of sports fans, but similar to my love life, I am now a one-sport guy. It’s all baseball, all the time, for half the year, anyway. On and off throughout adulthood, I’ve considered the idea of simply not following sports; I compromised by devoting myself to just one. I am not sure if this reduced the overall amount of time I spend on sports or not, given my dynasty league, fantasy leagues, and partial season ticket. But it’s fun and relaxing, and the camaraderie is first-rate.
Listening to music (both live and recorded) and poorly playing guitar (left-handed) also rank high on my list of hobbies. I have to say I like TV — good TV, mostly. I think about writing and other creative pursuits a lot more than I actually… pursue them. My favorite expensive hobby is traveling; I’ve been everywhere, man. Not really, but I’ve been out of the country a couple times.
I ride trains, buses, and two-wheeled conveyances. I am a skilled but infrequent operator of motor vehicles, so long as they don’t require me to do something so obsolete as to manually shift gears. In the summer of 2003, I sold the 1.7-ton monster in which I moved myself to the west coast. (I have virtually never looked back in regret at that transaction.) In return, I received the euphoria of being debt-free (for at least a little while).
Also, in 2011, I met my one true love, Dawn, and she is awesome! We got married in Oakland in 2013 on the best day of my life. It is 2016 and the honeymoon hasn’t stopped!
Here is some more (essentially useless) information, for identification purposes only:
- Hometown: Milwaukee, Wisconsin, also home of the second-largest four-faced clock tower in the world.
- Myers-Briggs type: Usually INFJ with some extroverted tendencies from time to time.
- Eye color: can only be described as “bluish-grayish, with one appearing slightly greener than the other, likely due to the presence of slightly more brown.”
- Favorite Simpsons quote: [Teen 1] “Oh look, the cannonball guy, he’s cool.” [Teen 2] “Are you being sarcastic, dude?” [Teen 1] “I don’t even know anymore.”
- Number of parenthetical expressions on this page: twelve (including this one, and that’s down from a record nineteen three revisions ago).
If you got this far, you might also be interested to know that in the beginning of 2010, one of the most important years in my life so far, I contacted Kaiser Permanente to be treated for depression. Happily, the years since have been far better than many of the prior years. In my recovery from depression (which is a serious problem), I stopped identifying with the labels “lazy,” “untidy,” and “irritable,” among others; and, crucially, I replaced my automatic negative thoughts about myself with compassion, love, and forgiveness. I have also learned that identifying and treating the problem are not enough; it takes a lifetime of self-awareness and work and compassion to keep it away.
Ours not to reason why; ours but to do and die.
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If that’s not enough for you (and I admire your sticktoitiveness and your bizarre level of interest in me), there is at least a little more in this site’s wonderful introduction. When I say “wonderful,” I literally mean “filled with wonders.” But you might have come here straight from there, so I guess you can just do whatever you want at this point.