about
Platitude, irony, (not) a cliche and a proud member.
It's gross to declare your own aphorisms.
And it's inelegant to speak much of anything that couldn't one day become an aphorism.
Ain't that a catch? No. A Tautology. Ain't I clever?
On par for the about me genre — and just you wait for what's to come. Anyway, continuing the theme:
Opinions: my own, of others, on others.
Libel, gospel, brittle mumbles.
If anything, still curious. If nothing, still here. If expert, woof, but they do pay me.
Less demarcated than I've ever been. Open, but annoyingly fierce.
You know, greco coffee shop politics style. White tank top, worn sandals, big mouth, small glass. But more mystical, perpetually wide-eyed.
An ever recovering cynic, now attempting seriousness.
Then again, I also spend a lot of time hunched over in noise canceling headphones. A marvelous specimen!
I'm part of a family I love. I'm part of a lineage that continues.
My dad is a contractor. My grandfather was a chef. His father was a fisherman. And his father was an allele (etc.).
What a fun ball of yarn.
Noxiously nostalgic, but thoughtful. Optimistic, speculative, relatively determined (moot).
Those that are impressed by me and those that inspire me rarely split the check — cardinality redacted.
Security by obscurity is obnoxious, but underrated. See above.
It's all derivative, sorry.
We'll see...
For me, for the moment, the flame is dim, and I'm preoccupied with other things — a personal thing, and not sure which caused which.