\\For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.\\ --Nabokov <br>\\I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.\\ --Borges <br>Trying to figure out how to escape from ideologies. Ideas. Social controls. I\m not an intersection of categories, I\m a category of intersections. Temporary Autonomous Person. <br>\\Consistency is the hobgoblin of fookin\ twits.\\ --Yr mom <br>Sports are boring. <br>\\In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.\\ --Richard Brautigan <br>Be aware, despite my pretensions, my collar is blue. No jet-setting or gadabouting here, I\m afraid! Not that I object to jets or gads, just can\t afford \em. (On a related note, I\m not quite as brilliant as the writers I quote. I\m basking in their glow, is it working? You feelin\ it?) <br>Working the OT to save for Retirement / Ontological Terror Appeasement. I\d love to find a woman to share these burdens (esp. the last one). Catch-22 here is finding time to date her. So if you could just fall in love with me right away, that\d be great, mmkay? <br>[ I Copy / Pasted most of my profile from OKCupid, being lazy. Considering that the makers of this website did the same, I declare I\m in good company. ]