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Who I Am, March 2019

I had to write a very brief intro to myself for a group describing who I “really” am at my core, “beyond your resume, awards, or accolades.” This is what I finally read to them:

I like people; crowds energize me. But I’m also inordinately self-contained (some might say self-absorbed) and feel nervous and stressed when I can’t spend a high percentage of each day completely alone. My wife is, if anything, even more self-contained. We don’t get out to socialize much.

I’ve written 15 books and published 10. I’ve written hundreds of poems and had dozens of them published in magazines and journals in virtually every state. Sometimes I try to pay my experience forward. Before we moved here, I had a specific area in my personal library for autographed books authors gave me as thanks for my help. Those books filled about ten feet of shelf space.

I’ve written over 200 songs and can still perform maybe 50 of them without looking at the words. I paid for college by performing music and giving 40 guitar lessons every week. These days I mostly play for the Egan Warming Centers (homeless shelters).

I think language is the fabric of civilization. People who devalue language — who use words carelessly or deceptively — pose an existential threat to civilization.  Being a fan of civilization, I oppose those people.

I value curiosity, creativity, persistence, and humor. I believe in education, science, and logic. My tribe is people who read. I have very little patience for sloppy thinking, intentional ignorance, and uninformed opinion. On the other hand, as my own brain, hearing, and memory decline and I make more and more dumb mistakes, I realize I can no longer mock the foolish with impunity. Therefore, I’m trying to develop tolerance for people who say things that seem to me to be patently and egregiously stupid. Developing that tolerance has been a slow process for me.

I love science, but I also believe in magic. Mysterious forces swirl around us, forces too strange and powerful for humans to understand or control. They exist outside the laws of cause and effect and beyond language but have some sort of symbiotic relationship with beauty, music, and love.  I call it magic; you may call it God. When I am cheerfully receptive to magic, I notice happy coincidences in my life. If I respond to those with wonder and gratitude, I am rewarded with more happy coincidences. That’s my religion. That’s who I am.

Can I name my new van Tonto?

Naming vehicles is silly. On the other hand, I’ve named blank sheets of paper for a long time, and occasionally make money at it. I named one ream of blank paper “Jumper.” Others pages became Belinda, Marcus, Malcom, Billy Billy Billy, The Magician who was learning electronics, Miss Pounder the exercise instructor who inadvertently taught math, Bruce the Duck who saved the day, the evil Nightsmoke, Pon, Braindead the Algebra Student, and many more. Naming things is kind of what I do. Continue reading →

Cicada Songs, Ebola Dreams

I’ve read several popular books about diseases recently: Rabid, The Hot ZoneSmallpoxDisease, Spillover, and  Deadly Outbreaks. More books on a single topic than usual, but not with any project in mind. It just happened, the way it happens to folks who start to read books by Michael Connelly or Rex Stout. Several focussed on diseases that leap from animals to humans (“zoonotic” diseases). No curious person could resist daydreaming about some of the unsolved mysteries one encounters when reading about diseases like Ebola and Marburg. You play detective in your brain and then you almost certainly come up with your own crackpot theory, just like I did. Continue reading →

Same Sex Marriage Debate

I had an interesting conversation on Facebook about single sex marriage. Because not everyone is my “friend,” I’ve edited it down and will paste it below. There were other comments, including some good ones, but I feel weird stealing other people’s writing (unless you need it to understand my response)  so this is mostly my own: Continue reading →

Casting Jumper and the Bones

I’ve about given up on Angelina Jolie playing any role in Jumper and the Bones: the Movie, mostly because there isn’t a role for someone of her age and glamour. But also because no one is threatening to make a movie of it yet. That’s disappointing to many of you, of course, but I haven’t given up on AJ’s family.  For example, Brad could play Jim, the one-legged buddy who works at the thrift store and has a pretty heroic and unexpected role that I won’t give away in case you haven’t read the book. Or in the unlikely case that Brad hasn’t. Angelina’s father, Jon Voight, could play Officer Mike if he’d stop saying mean things about Obama. We would not want that vibe on the set. Continue reading →