Creative chap, enjoy working on my Mac. Wife uses a PC and we still get along very well.

Enjoy sketching, cartooning, doodling, photography (the digital camera has changed everything, and Flickr has made me much more aware of "composition" and "art" in everyday objects.

Use a Canon PowerShot A510 (3.2 megapixels) and at times an old HP 2 megapixel camera.

I "keep everything" and have a hard time throwing anything away. I’m glad that the hard drive has made THAT easier, too, since it weighs the same, whether or not it’s full of stuff or not.

I also have photos of me in a bathing suit, which I’m a bit shy to make public.

Very slowly growing older... I look down and see a whole lot of white chest hair ("whole lot" as in, I didn’t have ANY white hairs there three years ago) and there are flecks of white in my beard. To be conscious and aware that life is finite.... reminds me that maybe there are one or two meaningful things I really want to accomplish before I go in the ground.

Beginning to discover that there’s a much more profound “me” than the bearded, hairy fellow who I see in the mirror. This fellow is patient, kind, creative, decent, funny, silent inside, interested more in giving than in getting. I have to reconcile the “animal” me, the physical me, and the little, greedy child starved for attention, with this pure consciousness that is starting to show amazing effects in my life, showing me that there is divinity in me -- and divinity in other human beings, too. Just getting close to other human beings, or seeing their photographs, I can feel a quality that is universal, that connects me to the other person almost as if I am the other person. It sounds really new age, but it’s a direct, conscious sensation for me, as if I have taken the other person’s hand in mine. What I am exploring is a state in which I don’t need to hesitate, don’t need to worry what I will say or do. I am “fine”. When I am silent and aware of my inner self, only my best qualities express. When I start thinking, analysing, forming opinions and reactions, then I can rationalise and justify any kind of self-destructive, time-wasting behaviour. I am drawn to a lifestyle that is called by the people I admire most “s`h`j` y`g`”. The hands are very important in this lifestyle, because the hands help me to perceive reality, they inform my brain of things it often doesn’t want to acknowledge--the “painful but true” stuff, the stuff I know I want to fix. It’s a long list, and it includes: anger, holding grudges, not getting enough sleep, not getting enough “recharge” time, blaming others for my own reactions. The hands also inform my brain of when it is “good”, of when I am in a state of complete union, not separated, not alone.