in place of anything interesting about my life, I'm sharing some of James'

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Hello friends:

My names is James. First off, I am a devout Christian & owe my life to God. He saved me numerous times & in all my past problems, He was always there to catch me in the fall. I love God & hope to find someone who loves Him as well.

I have no reservations in telling you that I am one of the sweetest, lovable guys you could want to know. So far, I seem to find the girls that just aren't ready for a sweet guy to sweep them off their feet - so that is why I am here.

I am a very affectionate man & aim to please my girl in all capacities. I am not a liar & I have "never, ever" raised my voice or my hand. I cherish every moment with my lady. I am an old-fashioned gentleman in most ways & very modern in other ways. Depends on the feelings at the time.

I spend my spare time cooking, playing guitar, playing games with my 7-year-old niece, shooting pool badly, helping my parents on their farm & when I have the extra cash lying around, I do little fix-ups around the house.

Well, that's me. Don't want to give you -all- my secrets. You have to figure some things out for yourself. Drop me a line if you want to talk & let's see if my subtle charm has intrigued you enough to bite me back.

Goodnight ladies. Talk to you soon!

Love always,
James

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I am looking for new friends that would like to date or just chat. Though I am coming out of a relationship with some bad scars, I am not going to let that stop me from finding true happiness.

I am sort of quiet - maybe even a little shy, but I open up with a little conversation. I have a good sense of humor & try to make everyone around me laugh, but I know where to draw the line & be serious too.

I am not much of a club hopper, because I hear techno in my head for 3 days, so my idea of a first date would be a quiet dinner or coffee & conversation. A fun activity like miniature golf or bowling. A long walk or just whatever comes to mind. I don't plan well - I just grab ideas from the mainstream, as you can tell from my bulletins.

When the night is over, I like to end it with a hug or if you prefer, a handshake. A kiss is a little too personal for a first date to me. However, if you can't resist - go for it, I won't stop you, but I probably won't be the first to make a move -that- soon.

I am looking for a lady with similar interests & one who is not interested in playing head games. I seem to attract married girls for some reason, so if you are married & don't plan on telling me, you need not apply. Just want someone who likes the same things I do.

Well, come & get me!

From Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man:

The point now is that I found a home—or a hole in the ground, as you will. Now don’t jump to the conclusion that because I call my home a “hole” it is damp and cold like a grave; there are cold holes and warm holes. Mine is a warm hole. And remember, a bear retires to his hole for the winter and lives until spring; then he comes strolling out like the Easter chick breaking from its shell. I say all this to assure you that it is incorrect to assume that, because I’m invisible and live in a hole, I am dead. I am neither dead nor in a state of suspended animation. Call me Jack-the-Bear, for I am in a state of hibernation.

My hole is warm and full of light. Yes, full of light. I doubt if there is a brighter spot in all New York than this hole of mine, and I do not exclude Broadway. Or the Empire State Building on a photographer’s dream night. But that is taking advantage of you. Those two spots are among the darkest of our whole civilization—pardon me, our whole culture (an important distinction, I’ve heard)—which may sound like a hoax, or a contradiction, but that (by contradiction, I mean) is how the world moves: Not like an arrow, but a boomerang. (Beware of those who speak of the spiral of history; they are preparing a boomerang. Keep a steel helmet handy.) I know; I have been boomeranged across my head so much that I now can see the darkness of lightness. And I love light. Perhaps you’ll think it strange that an invisible man should need light, desire light, love light. But maybe it is exactly because I am invisible. Light confirms my reality, gives birth to my form. A beautiful girl once told me of a recurring nightmare in which she lay in the center of a large dark room and felt her face expand until it filled the whole room, becoming a formless mass while her eyes ran in bilious jelly up the chimney. And so it is with me. Without light I am not only invisible, but formless as well; and to be unaware of one’s form is to live a death. I myself, after existing some twenty years, did not become alive until I discovered my invisibility.

That is why I fight my battle with Monopolated Light & Power. The deeper reason, I mean: It allows me to feel my vital aliveness. I also fight them for taking so much of my money before I learned to protect myself. In my hole in the basement there are exactly 1,369 lights. I’ve wired the entire ceiling, every inch of it. And not with fluorescent bulbs, but with the older, more-expensive-to-operate kind, the filament type. An act of sabotage, you know. I’ve already begun to wire the wall. A junk man I know, a man of vision, has supplied me with wire and sockets. Nothing, storm or flood, must get in the way of our need for light and ever more and brighter light. The truth is the light and light is the truth. When I finish all four walls, then I’ll start on the floor. Just how that will go, I don’t know. Yet when you have lived invisible as long as I have you develop a certain ingenuity. I’ll solve the problem. And maybe I’ll invent a gadget to place my coffee pot on the fire while I lie in bed, and even invent a gadget to warm my bed—like the fellow I saw in one of those picture magazines who made himself a gadget to warm his shoes! Though invisible, I am in the great American tradition of tinkers. That makes me kin to Ford, Edison and Franklin. Call me, since I have a theory and a concept, a “thinker-tinker.” Yes, I’ll warm my shoes; they need it, they’re usually full of holes. I’ll do that and more.

From Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man (1952). New York: Random House, 1982, pp. 5–6. Reprinted by permission of the publisher.

"It is wrong always, everywhere, and for anyone, to believe anything upon insufficient evidence." (19th Century British mathematician and philosopher William Kingdon Clifford)



"Not a shred of evidence exists to support the idea that life should be taken seriously."
-Ralph W. Emerson



"Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better."
- Andre Gide

as an athiest, I find it kina spooky that this rings true for me, guess we all have our own understandings of god


freedom is not
the absence of control
but instead,
it's mastery

The world is a tragedy to those who feel, but a comedy to those who think.
- Horace Walpole

The nine most terrifying words in the English language are, 'I'm from the government and I'm here to help.'
- Ronald Reagan

A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something. Success and failure are for him answers above all.
- Friedrich Nietzsche

"What is important in life is life, and not the result of life."
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


"Courageous, untroubled, mocking and violent-that is what Wisdom wants us to be. Wisdom is a woman, and loves only a warrior." ~Friedrich Nietzsche