Born on Friday the 13th

. . . in Illinois USA. Raised there, too. Escaped after college. Massachusetts, where the American Revolution was started by radicals, took me in and I stayed.

And stayed.

I like how Massachusetts still has radicals. I like its hills and forests and granite and the complexity of its coast. I like the funny accents, the persistent familiarity of its old saltbox houses. And I am proud, proud, proud to live and vote in the first state in these United States to legalize lesbian marriage.

I reside in a rural corner of Cape Cod now, way out near the end a few miles from Provincetown, in a hollow ruled by scrub oak and pitch pine about a mile from Cape Cod Bay to the west and a mile from the North Atlantic to the east.

Since I'm self-employed, no one's my boss — and everyone I work for is my boss. Except these days hardly anyone's my boss because business sucks.

I write about information technology for a living, when there's a living to be made. I write about deeper truths — as best I can make them out — for the hell of it.

When I need a break from writing, I do something visual. Used to be portraits painted in oil, but now it's lighter fare: Photographs taken with a clunky old camera, floor plans and elevations of houses I'll never live in, graphics for these and other web pages, occasional fantasy landscapes in acrylic for my sweetie.

And yes, I married her.