I was born early in the morning (yet likely conceived in the late evening; something I purposefully neglect to ask my parents about). The day in question was the 13th day of June, 1980.

I am the second son of a family of six (inclusive of my parents, of course).

Two of those siblings are male (one older and one younger), the third is my sister (the youngest). I can't say I really got along with my family all that well, but then, who does in their youth? The only exception being my little sister. Where my brothers were the typical male siblings with their trickery and playful insults, I was more of a sister to my sister than anything.

At the time of my birth (as it was with most of my siblings), I suffered from jaundice. Being factory fresh, my kidneys were not quite at full working efficiency.

They're fine now thanks.

I have a severe allergy to bananas and somewhat related fruit: kiwi, mushmellons, even watermelon to some extent. The reaction is that of my mucus membranes becoming inflamed and swollen. The results leaving me unable to breathe and puffy mucus-filled eyes. I'm dying for some kiwi, but I rather like breathing clearly.
I am also allergic to certain animal oils, dander, and mite parasites. I have overly sensitive eyes and mucus membranes. The reaction is extensive sneezing and puffy eyes.
The last of my notable allergies is that of lactose: I simply can not digest the stuff. Although I expect that this is less of an allergy and more of a natural condition. Human beings are the only mammals who still take dairy after infancy, and even from an entirely different species. Strikes me as odd (but oh Edam, Brie, Gouda...).
Simply put, I am a bundle of genetic deficiencies and flaws.

These are things that describe me to some extent. As I feel that no one person is truly a good judge of themselves, I have kept the list to truths (or what I greatly regard as the truth) instead of how I think I see myself in the mirror. True the distinction is difficult to make, you try it.

Truth(?): I fancy myself something of a writer. Although I've only published a small, mostly insignificant poem through poetry.com, I think the problem is less the quality or quantity of my work so much the difficutly of getting anything published with millions of other people trying for the same. A somewhat successful writer I know has stipulated that it is indeed not what you know, but who you know. Truth in cliche adages.

Lately, however, I fail in ever finishing anything. I have some great idea in my head, and I feel that if I continue, it will end up disappointing me. I also seem to work on too many things settle on a specific subject. Mostly, I write science fiction, yet have also been moving into more "mainstream" genres. Obviously, this prevents me from excelling at completing a compelling and successful project.
Of course, as with most unmotivated individuals, I also draw and paint (which is not to say that all visual artists are lazy). I've managed to "complete" a few visual things such as sketches and paintings that are worth looking at. You can see a meager handful of them in the Visual Art page.
I'm also attempting to create music with various techniques (although to classify it would take some effort, eclectic will do).
Once I attempted to pry my way into a small local theatre, but I never even landed a phone call. I might try that again soon, but I would not be surprised (nor disappointed) if I don't go anywhere with that.

Well then... religion... well then... let's just say a river is never just a river, and never a river twice.

Let me talk to you for a moment about THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS. They have such an incredible muse. The ability to marry cheery tunes with satirical wit... It is superb how one can feel two states of mind when listening to the music they create. The deeper meanings in the songs are exquisite, and it does not have to be said that these fellows are geniuses. They have such an intellect about their music, that it is obvious that they have a fair share of knowledge in those heads of theirs. I truly recommend their music... but be wary... you just might not understand.

Now is the point where I could loose all intrest in keeping my fellow human beings interests and list every other band and songs that I like and fill up six pages- But I'm more considerate than that. Let's say I'll listen to almost anything other than Country and Rap and those closely related to those two (I suppose there is an exception or two).

So, simply, As of now I am listening to quite a bit of lounge and ambient. Although I often return to such standbys as TMBG and Weezer. (I will insert a link here to an HTML of my mp3 list. Yet it is not inclusive of all my music)

other things:

Anecdote:
Someone once asked me: "Do you see the glass as half empty or half full?" This is the classic and clever method of testing to see if I'm an optomist or pessimist.
But I'm a dissectimus (made that up just now, I did.).

Sure we know a pessimist says, "Half empty, and you're going to die someday," and the optimist, "Half full, darling, and aren't butterflies beautiful?"

But what if I'm a realist? "Small bumps and undulations in the glass prevent it from ever being exactly half of either."

Buddist? "The glass doesn't exist."

Omnist? "The glass and liquid are made up atoms that are mostly empty space, so much more than half empty."

Thirsty person? "Glug, all empty."

Appearance: I have a picture up there, so unless you are blind using a Braille Terminal, you should know what I look like.
Collections:Well, I have various bits of junk I've acumulated over the past two decades, "collections" some might call them. Most of these "collections" are definately various items that I have come across in my quest for interesting junk. This includes, but is not exclusive to:
An oriental sword collection (admittedly, not things I just found on the road).

Star Wars Pez despensers
Rocks off the road
Legos
Old computer tele-type readouts (had some punchcards, but I lost them.)
The powder from burnt incence
Neck pendants made from junk off the road
Suddenly I realize how silly this all is, I won't do this excessive listing with music but I'll do it with my plethora of junk. Onward!

Pets:

Just some fish that don't seem to want to stay alive. Four tetras, my three Bala sharks didn't survive my move to my new apartment.

Sports: This is a tough one, I'm not real athletic.
I enjoy martial arts, esp. Tai Chi, Kung Fu,(although I'm not training under a master right now).
I do some minor weight training and general fitness exercises when I can, but never regularly.
I could use more aerobic workouts, so I'm thinking about taking up jogging and bicycling.
I rather enjoy the game of paintball (although it's so hard to find people who want to play at times), which would fill my aerobic requirements.
I believe that is all the sport like activities I do on a regular basis.
I don't watch sporting events.
Misc: My earphones give me a headache when they press on my jaw bones, and the Mr. Yuk sticker on my monitor is falling off.
Good god, what else can I tack on here in this same disorderly fashion?

Enjoyables:

More misc: I enjoy Toblerone,
I read Popular Science, Discover magazine, and sometimes I'll read Astronomy and The Smithsonian when I get a chance. Reading is, and always shall be, one of my pastimes of choice (that and the few video games I have about.)
I rather enjoy Monty Python. Speaking of Brittish shows, Also enjoy Dr. Who, very, very, much.
I did mention that I enjoy astronomy, yes? I fancy myself an ametuer astronomer, in fact. That isn't always saying much. A Pud with binoculars could reasonably be construed as an ametuer astronomer. Believe me when I tell you that I've had plety a pud try to tell me "whats up" with a pompass air that says, "I read it off the back of my cereal box under `fun facts about space'. I don't think people should trust anthropomorphic bee's with such critical information. I'm thinking of paying the X amount of dollars to register a star with my name, kind of a way to gain a sort of immortality.
Nothing makes an evening more spectacular than Starbucks (my current place of employment). Some people tend to badmouth Starbucks, but I think that they are just going against the grain. The gods gave us Starbucks to fulfil our caffinated needs, so why refuse the creators of all?


Besides, it's one of the few places to get a decent cup of bean squeeze in this two espresso machine town. Certainly I support the smaller coffee shops in town. I just like Starbucks. Fuck off.

I'm slowly learning Mandarin Chinese, while I work my way to become a doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Certainly, I'd like to live in China, it's godly beautiful (-communism?).

Sorry if I seem to come off as snide and snipey, I'm honestly a pretty friendly chap, but when I read over most of what I've written anywhere on this site, it usually seems pretty tart. Ce'st Le Vis. Hmmm.... That's all I am adding right now.
Unenjoyables: I don't want to think about it right now (actually this requires more thought and I'm quite sleepy. Consider this a cop out.)
If you have ICQ and would like to reach me, my number is 51870531. I'm not always on ICQ, as the 'puter doesn't take up 85% of my active and enjoyable lifestyle of sitting around wondering what to do.
Fin