Life rarely prepares us for the ironies it rewards us with. With that in mind a more irreplaceable and unrivaled profile of what I am NOT is in order. So rarely do we see context as that which defines the Inter-play of systems as complex as a person. Perhaps the space context shapes around emptiness when in need of defining a self “that which may emerge from the subjective level of meta-apprehension.” I’m neither mysterious nor all that easy. I am not a comfortable Rotarian, I do not downhill ski, golf, play tennis, bowl, sail or have whales on my watch, and, indeed, I do not own a useable watch. I do not wear madras shorts or razor blue, well cut blazers that never match how well the right Italian suit fits me. I do not believe there is much that is superior to a root vegetable diet for rehab. I have with disciplined consistency resisted any mid-life surrender to the impulse that drives a man to purchase a capably macho vehicle for one day motoring to the Yucatán over a Fourth of July weekend. I do not ignore the true luxuries of modern life, especially as it ages: time, space, silence. I have never, nor do I intend, to neomystically fondle a dolphin, become an endocrinologist or seek fame that is based on the unconscious ridicule of mass audience viewing. I do hope you find this of valuable interest even if it's a "HUH!?!"
