Software Engineer for the Space Telescope Science Institute, at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore Maryland.
Self-educated artist and craftsperson. Fledgling home owner.
My inclination is to see for myself and make what I need.
Who I've been:
Your usual High School hamburger flipper
School cartoonist, artist, occasional trouble maker.
Stock boy in a mental hospital.
Road crew for a rhythm & blues band.
Woodworker in a custom speaker shop.
Photo circa 1960...growing up in Chillum, Maryland...
What I am:
Gay Anglo male of mixed European descent (English, Irish, Scottish, German).
Somewhat average build. Not Muscular. Deep set gray-blue eyes, long
brown hair. Fair complexion, moderate body hair. 5' 9"; 150lbs; 0k bullshit
Easily Entranced By:
Long Haired Boys
Shostakovich, Rachmaninoff, Vaughan-Williams, Glenn Miller, Pink Floyd,
Jerry Goldsmith, John Williams
Frederic Church Paintings
Max Fleischer, Tex Avery and Bob Clampett Cartoons
Lamborginis, 50s American Automobiles, Harleys
Birds (particularly Owls...)
Photo circa 1970...at 16 in High School art class, with a constant companion.
Items Guarantied To Arouse Displeasure:
To Repeat These Options, Press Seven...
The Washington Times
My Last Chance To Save Up To 50 Percent
Decaffe Mountain Dew
Luxury 4WD Utility Vehicles
Baggy Pants, Visable Boxers
Bush V. Gore
Some Books He would Take With Him To A Desert Island:
"The Impossible H. L. Mencken" by Marion Elizabeth Rodgers
Anything by: Mary Renault; Ray Bradbury; Arthur C. Clarke; Harlen Ellsion
Things Best Left Unsaid:
"Have you met Jesus?"
"Check out the tits on that babe over there..."
"Hello, am I speaking to Mr. Bruce Garrett..?"
"Is the network down?"
"Did you watch Survivor yesterday?"
"Try searching their Knowledge Base..."
"Love the sinner..."
"What's your sign?"
"Gore would have been just as bad..."
Artifacts found in the habitat:
Video tapes of old Republic serials, Max Fleischer cartoons and assorted
Four homemade computers next to a carefully restored typewriter
Assorted 30s to 50s kitchen appliances
Charcoal & ink drawings and oil paintings in various stages of finish
A Mont Blanc 149 and Parker Duofold, one of which is usually in my shirt pocket
An abstract metal sculpture of a streaking fireball titled "Skylab"
A cookie jar...full surprisingly...
A sign on the wall that says "Angry Candy"
Photo circa 1993...late 30s, still thin as a rail ...but not for long...
Primary Skill Set:
Can read the instruction manual
Can live without that 2.8 percent introductory APR
Can program on Microsoft platforms without succumbing to the Dark Side
Can read text of Bush V. Gore without bursting into flame
Do they really think those pants look good on them...?
Does he ever stop smirking...?
Favorite Sex Act: Did you scan to this item first?
Where I've been:
Laying with a friend in the tall grass, stunned by a touch...
Quickly washing my face and bandaging my hands before mom finds out I was
in another fight.
The end of an unemployment line, watching my companion's faces; surprised,
resigned, angry, cheerful, stoic, afraid.
In the principal's office where I'd been sent by a teacher who, after
telling me I couldn't check out a library book because I was too young to
understand it, found out I knew a good many more words then she'd supposed...
Alone in my room with the lights out, sitting on the bed listening to my
heart beating, immobilized by grief...
Watching for meteors in the desert, staring at clouds in the sky that were
not clouds at all but immense shoals of stars...
Busy at my drafting table working on a cartoon for the web site.
Except I don't use my dip pens much anymore.
Where I go:
For a walk, especially when I have something on my mind
To book stores record stores and comic book stores...often
To flea markets...too often
To my computer table...far too often...except it makes me money...
To my drafting table or my easel when it's time
Down any path that looks interesting
To a book or a symphony
To my friends
To the edge of the Pit, to the Silence, to the Fire
What I am looking for:
Something I didn't know before.
Some people lurk silently on line...some
people speak their mind and damn the torpedos. I do a lot of both. Computer
communication technology has fascinated me since I had my first Commodore C=64.
As a Gay man, I've found this technology particularly beneficial. By allowing
us to reach out to one another directly, regardless of how isolated our individual
circumstances might be, we can see ourselves clearly as human beings,
and not strange, alien Others. We are no longer forced to view ourselves through
the eyes of heterosexuals, a subtle fact the majority still hasn't figured out yet.
Ocassionally I'll take something I've posted on line and develop it further.
Most of these pieces have appeared in varous on line forums.