Somehow you stumbled into my little corner of the world. I was born in Texas in 1974. So, that puts me in my 30's now. I was: a shrimp salesman, a lawn mower, a curb spray painter, a peep hole installer, a firewood dealer, a construction worker, a cashier, a cook, a restaurant manager, a bartender, a student, a graduate, an airplane loader, a help desk support, a systems administrator, an on-call-computer-geek, a web programmer, a coordinator of information technology, a corps member, etc. I am: a significant other, a cook again,a concessionaire, an avid reader, an amateur writer, a photographer , a painter, a printmaker, a book collector, a experience lister, a part-time runner, a pancake lover, a recipe breaker, an exiled texan, a brooklynite.
Somewhere along the way I picked up an interest in language and learned to speak and write English enough to communicate to you. Like many lucky Americans, that was my only language for a long, long time. Things are different now. Now I know a spattering of a few more languages and am still only fluent in one. Nonetheless I love language and hope I do not abuse it on too regular of a basis. This is the public face of my bad writing and self-effacement. This is not me it is a part of me. If you'd like to talk to me make a comment or send me and email (contact page coming soon).
If you want to see some of my photos go here. If you want to know more about my best friend and better half, try here.
This is my experiment in having a public face and being open to critical review. Nonetheless, it isn't working out that well. I don't try very hard to publicize myself and I rely on friends and families occassional visits and infrequent comments to improve my writing and content. I started this, because I knew how, I've heard that is a bad reason and yet I still continue. Some call that tenacity. I received an award for that in my brief stint with the boyscouts. That is before I refuse to make the pledge ande had to leave. Who knew it was so religious? Not me.
Today, April 25th, 2005, I'm a student at The French Culinary Institute in NYC, paying too much money to pursue a potentially hard living as a cook, perhaps someday chef and restauranteur. I work 4 days a week for zero money and "don't have enough experience" to receive a decent wage for what I do. I love food and I have great fun cooking, but I haven't really gotten into writing about those experiences publically yet, I'll leave that to others for now. I love to eat. I love coffee. I love Tracie my girlfriend and now fiancee. I love our camera and my cameras and free-time. I love to walk around and catch fleeting moments and put them into the visual and digital nebula of encapsulated reflected light.
The idea of an empty highway brings me a bit of delight and anxiety. Somehow that popped into my head as a good home on the internet (the information highway). Maybe you've felt this feeling before... perhaps you heard a song or saw something, or thought of something, or read somthing that just makes the hairs on the back of your neck tingle; or maybe you've walked around the corner and felt it too. A pursuit of the impossible makes life bearable and often wonderful.
