who is this guy?
latest head shots for work...or at least two of the choices. i'm old...
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March 31, 2006
March 30, 2006
guilty?
Do they look guilty of something? I have to wonder...what were they doing with the cell phone?!?
motrin we are a go
My head hurts. It usually doesn't hurt. Coffee didn't help. Motrin did, but it's wearing off. I need to take some more.
Exciting, eh?
March 29, 2006
morph the cat
be on the lookout for this character...
High above Manhattan town
What floats and has a shape like that
Fans like us who watch the skies
We know it's Morph the Cat
Gliding like a big blue cloud
From Tomkins Square to Upper Broadway
Beyond the park to Sugar Hill
Stops a minute for a latte
He oozes down the heating duct
Swims like seaweed down the hall
He briefly digs your wiggy pad
And seeps out through the wall
It's kind of like an arctic mindbath
Cool and sweet and slightly rough
Liquid light on New York City
Like Christmas without the chintzy stuff
What exactly does he want
This Rabelaisian puff of smoke
To make you feel all warm and cozy
Like you heard a good joke
Like you heard an Arlen tune
Or you bought yourself a crazy hat
Like you had a Mango Cooler
Ooh - Morph the Cat
He's all the talk in shops and schoolyards
Sultan Place - the Automat
Players playin' in da Bronx
Respects to Morph the Cat
It's kind of like an arctic mindbath
Cool and sweet and slightly rough
Liquid light on New York City
Like Christmas without the chintzy stuff
So rich is his charisma
You can almost hear it sing
He skims the roofs
And bells begin to ring
Chinese cashiers can feel it now
Grand old gals at evening mass
Young racketeers
And teenage models
Laughing on the grass
Blessed Yankees have an ally
When this feline comes to bat
Bringing joy to old Manhattan
All watch the skies for Morph the Cat
four of 4
March 28, 2006
12K to fix it?
Two dreams. One was a toss off..."obvious" to me. The other, juicy, full of fodder, ripe for analysis. So of course one of the critical elements was in the toss off...a number that was in the dream. $12,000 to fix the Subie. "What does $12,000 mean," she asks. I have no idea. My 911 cost a little under $9K to fix when it had its concrete excursion. Then she asks me what I pay her. Holy crap.
Hey, at least I grabbed a towel and some shampoo from the house with the failing foundation. Need to "clean my mind." The bad news is the foundation is me. So I have some work to do.
March 27, 2006
salve for the wounds
While part of me says I can't afford it (hi mom!), the healthy part knows I can't afford *not* to go...
note to credit union: #&%@#!!!
Thanks for taking my $7K check and holding it. But not releasing my visa card for use. No really, I don't need to pay my motorcycle insurance. It's fine. No worries, can you just up my limit then. What's that? I have to come in person and fill out another application? Interesting...you've got a bunch of money in your bank, I pay my card off every month, and you can't up my limit over the phone? Thanks...no, I mean that.
March 26, 2006
written out, written off
Without going into too much detail, I learned today that I've effectively been written out of my dad's will. And the trust for my son's college fund, which he swore up and down wouldn't be touched, now no longer has me as the executor. Remind me to never do this to my son...
So here's the short story: I have a brother, 13 years older than me. My parents have/had an A-B trust, which means that when one dies that half of the trust is frozen...meaning the surviving spouse can do whatever they want with *their* half of the estate, but the other half vests to those named in the will. In my case, my mom died about 4 years ago, so my brother and I vested in half the estate...he has 25%, I have 25%. My dad has since remarried, and tried to get us to sign a waiver on the current trust so he could rewrite the whole thing to include his current wife (he's 80, she's 60). And he wanted to make everything go to her until she died, then it would be split by my brother and I. My brother is 57, so he wasn't keen on this idea. So he refused. I tried to play good cop and negotiate a buy out of our interests but a deal couldn't be hammered out.
In a separate deal, my dad set up a trust for my son...with the goal being to pay for his college education. I've counted on this money and have planned accordingly wrt my financial setup. I was the executor of that trust, with my son being able to tap into it when he was 18 for the express purpose of paying for college. All well and good.
So my dad has been trying to figure out how to leave the house (paid for in SD) to his wife, but there isn't a way to do it as my brother and I are vested in it (part of the estate). To date my dad has sworn that my son's trust is hands off. So I call today to say hi (my usual weekly call), and after the small talk, he says, "oh by the way, what's your social security number?" Of course that peaks my interest and after some hemming and hawing on his part, he says a new lawyer he has needs it to "iron out" some details of the trust. Upon further questioning he admits that he has rewritten his portion of the trust to go 100% to his wife. OK...I can live with that, and in fact expected it (still sucks, but I know his reasons and his psychological foibles).
But when I ask about my son's trust, he hems and haws again. I know what he's done by the way he described his portion of it...he's rolled everying in together. So my son's separate trust is now gone. I am no executor, but his new wife is. But he says, "oh, she'll give him the money." I ask why not just leave me as executor. He says, "well, if she needs the money I want her to be able to use it." So I tell him that means that I have to change my savings plans as I have to assume the worst and there is a decent chance that there will be no money for the boy. He keeps saying "no", but he's rationalizing. I finally get him to admit that:
a) he has written me out of his will
b) he has removed me from mention in my son's trust
c) after he dies his widow can do whatever she wants with the money and doesn't have to give my son a dime
Sweet.
March 25, 2006
it's the journey, stupid
Just back in town from 600+ miles in the last two days. A somewhat long-planned pilgrimmage to Las Vegas to meet a bunch of online friends for drinks and dinner. I did a similar journey last year. But this is this year. Things are different. I'm different. The world is different. And so I rode...
Funny how expectations can color your life. In this case, I was pretty excited for a number of reasons. First off, I've been a part of this online community for almost five years now. Much of the darkest years of my marriage were spent in the company of these people...when I was stuck at home with nowhere to turn, I always had my Pelican buddies. They weren't always sensitive and touchy-feely, but I know that if things got really bad, they would have my back.
In this case it looked like a bunch of people would be flying in for the "ultimate pelican meet." But as usually happens in these situations, people start to drop out as the day approaches, and last night we had eleven people show up. Still, that is something...people who either drove or flew into town for the sole purpose of meeting, talking drinking and eating. Something to be said for that these days.
So the day finally comes, and after watching the weather for two weeks, I figure that there is no rain in the offing, and it looks like making the trip on the bike is a go. I wanted to go on the bike for a number of reasons, although I'm not quite sure what they are. Part of it is wrapped up in ego...wanting to be cool...showing up on the bike. There is some of that, after all, who doesn't want to be thought of as cool? But I think a lot of it is that for me it is a challenge. I've struggled with a lot of things over the years, and believing that things will work out ok is one of them. So to undertake a long distance trip on motorcycle (which mom would *never* have approved of) is staring in the face of many of my demons.
So Friday AM I walked my son to school, stopped at Peets for a mocha, walked back home and packed my tank bag for the trip. At 9:45am I rolled east on the I10, headed for sin city. I really don't like Vegas...it kinda creeps me out and is mostly depressing. I'm not into gambling, as I'd rather spend my money on stuff that makes me happy as opposed to flushing it down a toilet. But still I was stoked to go and see/meet everyone. My trip to SF was a bit hellish...9 hours each way, and my butt was numb and my hands aching. I anticipated that this time, although it is shorter by about 100 miles so I was hoping that would make it more enjoyable.
One great byproduct of riding is that there are few distractions. You need to pay attention to what you're doing, but cruising on the fwy at 85 or so with the whind blasting your helmet, you are free to let your mind work on whatever issues you want. And the gears were spinning along quite nicely. Work, play, family, friends, toys, relationships, etc...all getting processed.
I rolled into Vegas around 3pm but didn't have a place to stay. I was supposed to share a room with Joe but I hadn't gotten ahold of him yet to hook up...and he gave me the wrong phone number (a hint?). After a stop at Gordon Biersch for a late lunch, I figured out where the hotel was, and he finally called me, responding to my email (thanks, treo). This was the first time I'd met Joe, and he had offered me the sofa bed in his suite without hesitation. Like I said, these are great folk. I showered and changed, and after a bit of talk and rest, we were off to the Bellagio.
Slowly the group assembled, and I got to meet some of the people who I've only conversed with via text. My somewhat former arch-nemesis Tabs was the highlight, as we had exchanged many barbs over the years, but finally settled onto an interesting understanding/stasis. Joe had cuban cigars (shhh!), we had drinks, and talked about all the old times we never had.
We missed the buffet, and ended up at Jasmine restuarant in the Bellagio. $560 later, we were fed. Egad. We split up from that point, Joe and I hailed a cab back to the hotel, and we crashed. Except for the 4am cell phone call (Lagos, Nigeria for Joe...he's a pilot), it was restful. We headed out at 9am to meet a subset at Starbucks, and I was packed as I was going to head back to LA so I could pick up my son later in the afternoon. With a mocha and bear claw under my belt (so to speak), I said my goodbyes and headed south on I15. I was hoping to beat the winds from an approaching cold front, but no such luck. Much more work, but at some point I really stopped caring.
As I pondered the meeting, I felt somewhat depressed. It wasn't really an "ultimate" meet...so many people were no-shows. And while I'm not sure what exactly I expected, I didn't really get it. Don't get me wrong, it was enjoyable and these are truly GREAT folks, but we usually have these unrealistic and unknown expectations that invariably are never met. So as I rode, leaning into a crosswind at 90mph, I did what Watts said to do...I "thought about it."
And I had a bid of a revlation. The trip totally lived up to my expectations. Right in that moment. Because it wasn't about the meeting, the drinks, the dinner. I was about the whole thing. The entire journey. And at that moment I was cruising on the open road, wind at my side, totally at home with myself. And in part, it was made possible by the meeting. So as has been said before ad nauseum, it wasn't the destination, it was the journey. And a journey that continues. So there is no end, just a different road, at a different speed. With different partners coming along for the ride. Where you are in the moment doesn't devalue anyone or anything that came before, or dilute anyone or anything that will come next. It's all part of the one continuous mistake called life. It's an open road, if you choose to ride it. And I do. Leaning into my sharp points...
right now
words from the video. Sure, not all are deep...but sometimes deep isn't needed.
Right now, Ed is playing the piano.
Right now, people are having unprotected sex.
Right now, justice is being perverted in a court of law.
Right now, blacks and whites don't eat together very much.
Right now, you could be outside.
Right now the light from a star in M5 is heading towards earth
Right now, light that left M5 a thousand years ago is getting to your house.
Right now, God is killing mums and dogs because he has to.
Right now, guilt is turning someone inside out.
Right now, Van Halen is planning a world tour.
Right now, a bomb factory worker is hard at work.
Right now you are sitting too close.
Right now someone’s got the wrong idea. (I will wrestle you for food)
Right now, oil companies and old men are in control.
Right now, its business as usual in the woods (bears!)
Right now, nothing is more expensive than regret. (condom)
Right now, is a space between the ice ages.
Right now, youth is king.
Right now, maybe we should pay attention to the lyrics.
Right now, is a good time to repent.
Right now, the truth is being obscured.
Right now, science is building a better tomato (silicone bag!)
Right now, pigs are becoming lunch.
Right now, someone is working too hard for minimum wage.
Right now, a convenience store is open.
Right now, Mike is thinking about a solo project.
Right now, your parents miss you.
Right now, oysters are being robbed of their sole possession.
Right now, no-one is safe from loneliness.
Right now, its cold where someone you know lives. (grave)
Right now, it’s nicer in Cabo.
Right now, a madman is wandering the streets of the town where you live.
Right now, she is going on with her life.
Right now, time is having its way with you.
Right now, forces are aligning against you.
Right now, someone is walking onto a nude beach for the first time.
Right now, Eds got his hands full.
Right now, you wish you had a larger TV
Write now.
Right now, our government is doing things that we think only other countries do.
Right now, you aren’t doing what you want to the most.
Right now is harder than it looks.
Right now, your memory is getting longer whilst your life is getting shorter.
Right now, dogs have it good.
Right now, we cannot blame the Japanese.
Right now, there is no cure.
Right now, keeps happening.
Right now, we must be going.
March 24, 2006
on the road again
OK kids, I'm about to hit the road (hopefully not in a literal sense), for my Pelican Pilgrimage to Las Vegas. The purpose is to meet a bunch of people who I've never met. Well, never met in a physical sense. I know their politics/religion/etc all too well from the Pelican Parts OT Board. So I'm hopping on the Triumph and heading to Vegas. It's the American dream, baby. Open road, gambling, fear, loathing. No acid though. I don't do that any more...
March 23, 2006
copper and lines
4 more (or maybe 5)
March 22, 2006
reflect on 4
March 21, 2006
these guys are good
MotoGP (windoze media...sorry)
Not for the faint of heart...but these guys are good...very good. Serious jacks of speed.
Perhaps not as exciting, but it is me driving. And hitting 125mph at the end of the front straight.
what could have been
Well, found the rough recording. This was the first time we tried the song. Clas emailed me a chart, I rewrote it in a different key for Venus, and we ran the song. Didn't have the multitrack setup running, so it was just a mic slapped in the rehearsal room. What could have been...hell, I even like my backing vocals.
And here's the original studio track:
sometimes projects fall apart
One of the more interesting collaborations that *almost* happened. I was active in an online community of Steely Dan fans. We put out a compilation CD of tracks from people on the BBS. Some were Steely Dan covers, others original tunes. I submitted "Lovin'" by Simpleflower, and info on the disc is at the Banyan Trees site.
The interesting part is when I heard another track on the album, "Ingen alskar dig" by Clas. You can hear the original on that site...nice pop ditty. I liked it so much I wanted Simpleflower to cover it, but with English lyrics. I contacted Clas and he said he didn't have a translation and suggested I just write some. So I did. And here they are. I'll see if I can find the quick and dirty rough track that Simpleflower recorded right before we broke up
For fun, download the original track, listen to it while you read along with my lyrics. I tried to match a lot of the pacing and tones. Clas said his lyrics are a "silly love song." Mine are much more bittersweet. Maybe the us v. eu thang...or just that I've been living in Melancholy for so long...
Your heart pulls at me just like an entertainer
Yeah, but you're up a little too high
Ain't no thing but tell me please what's the truth
I feel like you left it all out to die
Up there on the rooftop, you said this was strong
Shine a light, shine all day
Your friends know I would be like some intruder
Could have been the one that stole your heart
You had to say our time alone was golden
How was I to know, another by your side
So why then are you singing, that I could be your king?
I never need it, I don't believe it
It hurt me so to lose you, I hand it right to me
Ain't got much to say, someone else to blame
Ain't got much to say, so long
You say love the sinner, have them to dinner
Then when I try you won't take my call
I just take to suffering in silence
I'll never figure out your heart
Thought you pulled a fast one, but I try to learn
Story of my life, a story for my daughter
Up there on the rooftop, you said that kiss was wrong
Ain't got much to say, someone else to blame
Ain't got much to say, so long
It hurt me so to lose you, I hand it right to me
Shine a light, shine on me
Up there on the rooftop, you told me this was strong
Ain't got much to say, someone else to blame
hey, another quote
They got the association wrong, but what the hey...a quote is a quote. Good thing he didn't quote what I *really* said: "this is an advertiser's wet dream..."
March 20, 2006
while my ukelele gently weeps
This is awesome...not just shrredding, but beautiful:
where's my badge?
Lost track of how many times i've played this one. I wanted to quote 19th nervous breakdown (in honor of the impending number 20) but for some reason got sidetracked. So sue me...
Thinkin' 'bout the times you drove in my car.
Thinkin' that I might have drove you too far.
And I'm thinkin' 'bout the love that you laid on my table.
I told you not to wander 'round in the dark.
I told you 'bout the swans, that they live in the park.
Then I told you 'bout our kid: now he's married to Mabel.
Yes, I told you that the light goes up and down.
Don't you notice how the wheel goes 'round?
And you better pick yourself up from the ground
Before they bring the curtain down.
Yes, before they bring the curtain down.
Talkin' 'bout a girl that looks quite like you.
She didn't have the time to wait in the queue.
She cried away her life since she fell off the cradle.
calvin poetry
The boy is 9...so far so good (riffing on Langston Hughes):
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a sun
That is not bright
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a ball
That does not bounce
March 19, 2006
chicken dance
more calvin shots
blue dragon
well....I see the dragon...
sometimes
sometimes you get a good night's sleep. sometimes you don't
sometimes your dreams are ok. sometimes they're not (but always interesting)
sometimes you think you're doing ok. sometimes you don't
sometimes your body hurts. sometimes it doesn't
sometimes you say the right thing. sometimes you don't
sometimes your words make someone smile. sometimes they don't
sometimes you think it matters. sometimes it doesn't
sometimes you're able to be in the moment. sometimes you're not
sometimes you think it was you. sometimes it wasn't
sometime is always now. except when it isn't
March 18, 2006
age before something...
After a two week hiatus from kung fu (and any exercise really), it was back into class today. And now I'm paying the price of the layoff. And making things worse is that the on-and-off tendonitis in my hip (old bicycle racing injury) has flared up, even before class. I think it is from my motorcycle...the tank is a bit side and it splays my legs out. That combined with some coldish weather may have aggravated it. Luckily I have a solution...a new Triumph Daytona 675. They are narrower by like 20%. 20%!!!. That'll fix it...
March 17, 2006
the boys
Kaz and company at Michael's. Small tripods and available light are good things...
home at last
no...not quite. Getting there. Or at least getting close to some understanding of what/where/who/how it is. But I can feel it. Sometimes right at my finger tips. Other times, so far away. But it's there. And it's for me.
March 16, 2006
busy busy busy
Quite the run of days here. Yesterday was the whirlwind trip up to Larwence Livermore Labs to talk with some potential collaborators on a Department of Homeland Security project. Sorry, no photos...something about a secure national lab. FIrst it was get up early and get the boy to school, then the am mtg to get organized, noon flight into oakland, rental car drive to Livermore, power meeting, drive back to oakland (and I got somewhat lost...doh!), then flight back to LA. Then drive home, pick up my gear, and head off to play a gig. For no one. Yes, there was no one in the bar for most of the first set. That's special. At least we got to try some new material that we didn't really know, and f*ck it up good (sorry about My Favorite Things...apologies to Coltrane). Later though I ended up playing behind Cosmo, and singing lead (!?!) on Jumpin' Jack Flash, Under My Thumb, and my usual backing vocals on All Over Now. Actually kinda fun, although I was dead tired. The life of a musician is never done...
March 15, 2006
time for visa
No, not that kind. A travel visa. Next month I head off to Shanghai to explore my latent Chinese side. First I have to navigate the whole embassy thang. I probably should avoid the chicken sashimi, and no playing with dead birds.
Lots of pics of course...
March 14, 2006
pipe down
I have no idea what this shot means. I don't know what a lot of my shots mean. Maybe someday I will. Probably the day that I figure out what my "battle" is...
March 13, 2006
chef goes whack
Some people can't take a joke. Bummer. Oh well, Shaft and Tom can party on...
streaks, stars and the draft
March 12, 2006
streaks
March 11, 2006
what to do
Been in a work slump for some time now. Luckily my shrink has a suggestion: think about it. Great. I think it hinges on the fact that I've gone through a bunch of transitions, and am not finished. Well, you're never finished, but I sense that I'm still hanging on to my old "work" issues. And am searching for what I want to do when I grow up. In the past I've always played safe. I'm still playing safe, but am out on a bit more of a limb now that I'm on soft money. But I *think* that what I really want to do is create. Follow the new mantra: sound/image/ideas/speed. Now how to get paid for those 4 things...
March 10, 2006
the shinkee gets smaller
So on Tuesday I got a bit of a reprieve. In a recent conversation situation I became uncomfortable with the dynamic, and decided that maybe it was time for a change(s). In session we ended up doing a bit of psychoanalysis on the other party as opposed to myself. Whew...got off easy, with maybe a bit of clarity.
Flash forward to today, and another session. This time the spotlight turns back on me (where it belongs *sigh*), and what my apacolypse is. I don't know. But it is part of my "fabric" so I have to "think about it." Oh yeah, and the tweaked dynamic *is* about me. Of course it is...if I'm having the issue, it's about me.
The work is never done...
March 09, 2006
i'm commercial
more to come...
wish you were here
a fellow pelican posted these lyrics on a sort of "where are they now" thread. Nice work Syd...
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
March 08, 2006
slacking? no, tracking...
Sometimes, you just gotta head to the desert. Dropped the boy off at school, then somehow ended up at Willow Springs instead of work. Now how did that happen?!?
March 07, 2006
not the couch
but a pillow in the waiting room...
i need to practice more
I was listening to a Simpleflower studio jam...one of those little improvised ditties that happens between takes while "tape" (bytes actually) are rolling. Damn, my pitch was spot-on. You couldn't really tell i was playing fretless...it was that good. These days I'm back playing regularly, but I notice that I'm not always spot-on. Of course I know the cure for that.....new equipment!
Oh wait...no, there is nothing wrong with my equipment. It is the nut behind the wheel...
a delicate situation
Riddle me this, Batman. How do you get the upstairs neighbors to quiet down? Turns out they have a dog (not allowed in the apartments) and hardwood floors. The dog likes to pace (click, click, click) and howl. So what's a poor boy to do? I suppose I can talk to them but not sure what their solutions are...they've been living here for many many years. I could complain to the landlord but then I'd be persona non grata in the building and that would suck (already enough issues with laundry room etiquette). So either I suck it up, talk to them and hope for the best, or look for another place. Hmm, more changes and confrontation. Oh joy, oh rapture...
March 06, 2006
let's just change everything at once
Sure...let's just remove any sense of stability from my existence. Why not? I mean, I can handle it. Without meds even. I'm losing count of things though...where's my abacus?
March 05, 2006
whatta week
I'm exhausted. I need a break. Hmm...it's late Sunday night. For some reason I don't think one is in the offing. That's ok though...despite the un-funn-ness of the move, this was a great one...
March 04, 2006
zoidberg goes dark
see ya
March 03, 2006
moving sucks part deux
Part two of the move, interrupted by a 2+ hour brainstorming meeting at work and the sudden cloudburst. Spoke to the landlord and my offer of swapping out cleaning (ie I cleaned the new apartment so she pays to clean my old one) flew, so I don't have to worry about slaving away to clean the old place. It's a tad after 6pm and the only thing left in the old place as I type this is a light, a chair, the cat scratching post (boy, Milo was not pleased by the move), and my vacuum. Oh, and the wireless dsl connection. So after I hit post, an era will end. Zoidberg, my trusty wireless base station will go dark. The new and improved zoidberg2 will return on March 14th (if Verizon in fact heats up my dsl line on schedule). But for now, down she goes. I'll post a couple of pictures later if I can get a signal from the neighbors.
Good bye all...see you on the other side...
March 02, 2006
moving SUCKS
moving day...and it blows. The new 2br apt isn't clean, has holes in the wall, and needs paint. I was originally going to move saturday, but the old tenant was going to be out today and the landlord said it would be good to go so I moved my schedule around to move today. Spent almost two hours this am cleaning the "new" place. Drawers in the kitchen are falling apart. And not as much closet space as my current (well, ex) 1br place. Plus the kitchen blows relative to my current one. Oh well...Calvin will have his own bedroom, we won't have quite the itinerant abode, and it is progress (I guess). I've walked a bunch of loads of stuff already (it is in the same building) but there doesn't seem to be a dent in the place. Frankly, I'd like to just sit down and cry but I gotta keep moving and haul more loads of crap. It'll be fine...it just sucks arse right now...
March 01, 2006
calvinations
Yesterday while driving in the car, the Van Halen song "Right Now" comes on. A fav of mine, the boy has heard it many times. Towards the end I ask him if he recognizes it. He says, "hmm, sounds like Red Rain."
And I think about it....so it does. Same chord progression. Same minor feel. In 15+ years of listening to both of those songs, I'd never noticed the similarity.
That's my boy...
and my personality type
| Your Personality Is |
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You are both logical and creative. You are full of ideas. You are so rational that you analyze everything. This drives people a little crazy! Intelligence is important to you. You always like to be around smart people. In fact, you're often a little short with people who don't impress you mentally. You seem distant to some - but it's usually because you're deep in thought. Those who understand you best are fellow Rationals. In love, you tend to approach things with logic. You seek a compatible mate - who is also very intelligent. At work, you tend to gravitate toward idea building careers - like programming, medicine, or academia. With others, you are very honest and direct. People often can't take your criticism well. As far as your looks go, you're coasting on what you were born with. You think fashion is silly. On weekends, you spend most of your time thinking, experimenting with new ideas, or learning new things. |
my hidden talent
so says blogthings...
| Your Hidden Talent |
 And while this may not seem big, it can be. It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes. You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices. |