shibumi
Since Oct 10, 2004

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YOU TALKIN' TO ME?!?!?

Born April 9, 1948. Same Birthday as Tamerlane, Hugh Hefner, Carl Perkins, Jenna Jameson, Dennis Quaid and several other people with whom I have nothing in common.

Veteran: US Army, 69-71, VietNam Service '70 (MACV), I am not a hero. I merely had the honor of serving with men who were. (For the very few who will know what this means, my Service Number begins with the letters "RA.")








College Graduate: University of Notre Shame, '75 (Back when it almost meant something)


Occupations: Too many to list. Three things I have never done: climbing mountains, jumping out of airplanes, and sex with men. Only one of these is a remote possibility, and that's only if the plane is certain to crash.

I like Italian Food, Mantovani, Romantic Poetry, Long Walks on the Beach, and Poking Dead Things with a Stick.

Attention Span: Non-existent.

IQ: Lower than God, but a lot higher than Joe Biden.

Sense of Humor: You'd never know by looking at me, but I'm almost never serious.

14EEEE (I swim rather well!)

Religious Views: I am a sinner, saved only by Grace won through the sacrifice of Our Lord Y'Shua (Jesus.) But if you insist on labels, you may call me a 7th (and 8th and 9th) Day Fractally Fundamental Universalist Non-Sectarian Metaphysically Reformed Latter Day Biblical Curmudgeon

Disposition: Kinder, Gentler than Torquemada.

Politics: Somewhere way to the right of William F. Buckley Jr.

Great Passions in My Life: My Wife, who I met through Divine Intervention 16 years ago, My two sons, 25&30, who I adopted as infants, Food and Music.

Current Project: Developing a synthetic theory on the nature of the universe as an expression of consciousness in a hyperdimensional context using root language alphabets and the Platonic Solids as the building blocks of matter/energy/particle/wave/quantum/string stuff.

We, and everything we perceive, are nothing more than fractal holograms generated by conceptual thought. (The Mind of God.)

I plan to use this as the basis for a piece of serious fiction that will in turn give rise to a cult of personality, putting Scientology to shame.

"Sola lingua bona, lingua mortua est."


"The Meaning of Life" (In 4 minutes, 51 seconds)


If you, after careful consideration, have decided to disagree with me on any matters of substance, then consider this:




The canine's name is Major.




My son, Michael (Mick) Firefighter "Wishbone"
He could not be happier
And I could not be more proud



Me, with the loving wife I don't deserve,
But am damn glad I have!



Less formal occasion, taking a break from the Florida beaches and deep sea fishing.



"Dad" - One of the original "Fighting SeaBees" - A Fire Fighter in civilian life.



"Mom" - Mother of Four, English Teacher, Librarian and the gentlest soul you could ever hope to meet.


When my son says he's going to "hang around" at the Firehouse
He really means it!


A Word for my Atheist friends -

For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made, so that they are without excuse. For even though they knew God, they did not honor Him as God or give thanks, but they became futile in their speculations, and their foolish heart was darkened. Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools. . . [Romans 1:20-22].





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