Toronto, Ontario, Canada
I am a Scorpio, as you might guess, and a typical one, at that. I am passionate, secretive, protective, private, and inquisitive. I am a diverse and complex person with many admirable traits, as well as bastard tendencies as dictated by Scorpiohood. My capacity to love intensly is mirrored in equal measure with my capacity to despise, so don't piss me off. I'd rather love you.
I am a very creative and artistic person, juxtaposed with a very logical, analytical mind. I am a person of above average intelligence and a unique intuitive ability to cut through the bullshit and see the forrest for the trees. I am a people watcher, an armchair psychologist, and colour-commentator on life in general.
I have a great sense of humour, and love to poke fun at everyone, and everything, although if you don't know me well, you'd think I was far too serious. I think we don't laugh at the world near enough, and humour seems to make unchangeable, stupid things more bearable. I am quite shy in many ways, and a circus performer in many others.
I work in fashion retailing, in middle management. I consider myself fashionably classic, rather than trendy or avant garde. Management is very similar to babysitting, with the only real difference being that you can reason with a two year old.
I admire the order of complexity, and the beauty of simplicity, and dream of things not yet conceived.
I am a very outspoken person, and speak my mind. Some don't like it much - others respect it. Either way, I say what I think. You don't have to like it. It does get me in trouble at times. ;-)
I am single, by choice. Not that I wouldn't consider rethinking it if someone was so inclined to change my mind on the subject. He would be very intelligent, funny, passionate, responsible, handsome, kind, and willing to put up with my bullshit. He should also know how to cook, cause I don't. That's a tall order - so I'm not holding my breath. We'll see........
Most people would describe me a quiet, a loner, and always thinking. It seems to unnerve some if they don't know what you're thinking, or what's coming next. Keep 'em guessing, I always say.
I do not suffer fools well, so if you are an idiot, self centered, illogical, infantile, or obstenate, you should high-tail it the bloody hell away from me, cause if i'm thinking it, i'll say it, and sometimes the truth hurts.
I love to swim, and hike through the forest, and exploring urban jungles. In the summer months, you are more likely to find me flopped off on a towel soaking up the rays. In the winter months, you are likely to find me huddled in my blankie, dreaming of exotic tropical locales. Someday, I hope to move permanently to such a place.
I collect antiques, porcelain, mostly. I also love forged aluminum, chrome appliances, stuff from the 40's and 50's. I like to refinish and refurbish furniture. I am a fleamarket/antique store/junque shop junkie. I like to create from what was nothing. Reduce, Reuse, Reglamourize!
I read a lot of referrance material, but not much fiction. I thirst for knowledge.
The "decorating gene" is very dominant in my DNA, the "cooking gene" is recessive. You can't have it all.
I'm not a bar person, so you will rarely see me in one. I am a smoker, though, and quite a political one at that. It comes with the package, so you ought to know.
I do not drink, nor do I approve of it. Lips that touch wine, will never touch mine. Everyone makes their own choices, if you respect mine, i'll respect yours. I live in the gay community, but am not part of it. If going to bars is your idea of "going out", you will never go out with me.
I am originally from Canada's beautiful Atlantic coast. I miss the ocean. It's vastness is very humbling, and spiritual in nature. It seems to launch introspection on sight.
Lately, I have been exploring the terra-centric spirituality that is part of my Native heritage. There is inner peace and understanding to be found in the cycles of nature.
I am what you might call "caucasian", although my ancestry is a mixed bag of stuff*. I consider myself to be more than the sum of my parts, so I guess I am "me".
*The "Stuff": English, Irish, Norwegian, French, Spanish, Arabic, Inuit
As you can probably tell, I am a purple freak.
Purple is the colour of passion, and nobility. You fill in the blanks.
You may know me, or know of me, through a chatroom. I am not there looking for sex. There isn't anything wrong with that, it's just not why I'm there. I prefer to meet people the old fashioned way, in realtime.
I rather enjoy the people I've met ( in most instances ) through that medium. I have become close in many ways with quite a few that I have met online, and count them among my friends.
I'm open to meeting chatroom people, if we mutally agree, but I only do the coffee thing, and we'll see how it goes.
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Poetry Stephen King History Sex Laughter Sexy Eyes The Ocean Sweets Rules
Dreaming Quiet Mozart Shopping Reliability Jamie Warm Sweaters Pet Shop Boys
Warm Hugs Curly Hair Crossword Puzzles Tea Kindness Dogs and Cats Cuddling
Intelligence Barbra Striesand Smoking Fruit Forests Alec Baldwin Astrology Peace
Porcelain Christmas Hawaiin Shirts Anne Rice Computers Buffalo Wings New York
Tropical Fish Silk Foreplay Mom Manners Toronto Chocolate
Strudel Thunder and Lightning Kissing Gold Flowers Knapsacks Fleamarkets Pasta
Jokes Order Shoulders Fairness Paintings Toast and Jam Hats Rainstorms
Grey Flannel Candy Starry Nights Airplanes Trivia Glassware Cute Babies Parrots
Cinema My Sisters Pat Salt Solitute Violins Luthor Vandross Egyptology Medicine Dictionaries Clawfoot Tubs Serenades Cheezies Men in Black X Files Candles Warm Blankets Nephews Houseplants Cheesecake Bill Italians
Egotism Lateness Parsnips Drunkeness Intolerance Navy Blue Rodents Pollution
Busybodies Inequity Canada Post Violence Polyester Attitude Cilantro Snow
Dentures Poverty Christmas Birthdays Racism Moaning Country Music Rap Music
Cheap Cologne White Skin Kale Littering Noise Bullies Grease Orange Whiners
Lonliness Road Construction Sarcasm Cold Busses Mississauga Rudeness Meat
Rent Idiots Complacency Fear Tattoos Yellow
Humidity Waiting Acrylic Garbage Darkness Copycats Cellphones Heights
Rococco Washing Dishes Abuse White Socks Dishonesty Plastic Body Peircings
Crudeness Helpdesks Crooked Teeth Arrogance Veins Uniforms Brass Car Alarms
Pagers Disrespect Arseholes Fiction Religion IBM
"Picard's Flute"
This piece was featured in my favourite episode of
Star Trek - The Next Generation
In that episode, Picard's mind is probed by an historical beacon from a long dead civilization whose sun had gone Super Nova 1000 years previously. He is transported telepathically to this planet, and point in history.
In the Space of 20 minutes, Captain Picard assumes the life of a Man from that era named Caymen, marries, fathers and raises children, becomes a Grandfather, a Widower, and dies a happy and fulfilled man at the end of that Planet's existance. Picard returns to tell his contemporaries of these people and their lives. Caymen teaches himself to play the flute, and play this music in that timeline.
I have always been moved by that episode, for it's ingenious writing , it's originality, the historical connotations, and the delving into that old adage of "The Road Not Travelled".
I often think of that road as well, and relate to Picard's experience.
I find the music haunting, simple, sweet, and lyrical.
I hope I have chosen well for those reasons. Enjoy.
My Sister honoured me by giving him one of my names
James David
for which I am pleased beyond words.
Uncle Scorpio wishes him a life of saftey, promise, prosperity, adventure, dreams, health and love
