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Occupation Thinking rigorously a lot, lots, and then some: an uncommon and fraught occupation, incidentally, able to result in a useful awareness of what matters and what's actually going on.
Location Perth, fabulous 'where the bloody hell are you?' Western Australia
Introduction Fool's Paradise – Infinity on a Shoestring Gender: Male (last time I looked); Writer; Thinker; Studier of the Human Condition (and chickens' entrails); Wonderer; Laugher; Listener; Character; Recent Optimist; Part-of-the-Solution Aspirant; Sarsaparilla, Cocoa, and ex-White Black Tea Imbiber (no sugar - plenty sweet enough); Twenty Eight Thousand and Twelfth Living Wonder of the World; Amateur Worm Farmer Extraordinaire and Professional Worm Admirer; Humus Assist and Humorist; Play Up; Yes-Hoper... And I reckon: Reality is actually far better than the best any of us can imagine, the universe is friendly and funny, laughter is a powerful medicine as well as an efficacious antidote for self-importance, and the best is yet to come, despite any and all appearances to the contrary...
Interests Thinking; Studying the human condition; Writing; Aspiring; Laughing; Listening; 'Optimistasizing'; Maturing; Hoping...
Favorite Movies The Castle; Chicken Run; The Crucible; The Producers, and Mel Brooks' work in general; The Princess Bride; O Brother, Where Art Thou?; Kenny; Dad and Dave; The Man with Two Brains; more coming...
Favorite Music Nina Simone; KD Lang; Emmylou Harris - Prayer in Open D; Country in general, Willie Nelson in particular; Alison Krauss; Classical - Brahms, Beethoven, Mozart, and many others; Fifties and Sixties popular; more coming...
Favorite Books Stranger in a Strange Land; The Lord of the Rings; George Elliot's books; Tim Winton's books; more coming, trust me...

What would you wear for camouflage if you were hiding in a gingerbread house?

If I had to hide beyond dinner time I would eat the house, and then pretend to be an elephant, thus obviating the need for camouflage. To what do I attribute my problem (wink wink!)? Probably repeated head droppings by my older brother didn't help. Maybe my home town of Pinjarra's water from the Railway Dam in the sixties. Possibly the ricin exposure; sunstroke; even a psychosomatic cry for help?