This is what Gioia & Spanky (we are adopted English Springer Spaniels who live with him) have said about me: He has wide-ranging interests, experiences, and curiosity. Initially, we thought he was a bit shy but soon we discovered that he really enjoys being with those who honor openess, curiosity, and the value of all sentient life. His interests are seemingly eclectic but there are underlying themes that unite them.
He is a long-term Zen meditator, vegetarian, and health nut. He has a unique background, including his diverse educational experience and career choices. He is now very happy working as a health scientist and loves the latitude this vocation affords him.
On the other hand, he has a peculiar sense of humor that unfortunately includes an appreciation of what might be called primitive humor. He works on two horse rescue farms & trains with Frank Bell's natural horsemanship techniques--& has had a hand in the rescue, care, & rehabilitaiton of 36 horses, most of whom were destined for slaughter.
Lived and worked in Italy (3 years) as a theatrical and cinematic actor.
Being is believing...
What Gives Me Hope
The prospect of...the biosphere liberated from homo sapiens sapiens through voluntary human extinction
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
Requiring everyone to visit a slaughterhouse.
What/who changed my life and why
Eternal Treblinka: Our Treatment of (Non-Human) Animals & the Holocaust, Catcher in the Rye; A Separate Peace; Lord of the Rings; The Culture of Narcissism; Brideshead Revisited; The Dialectic of Enlightenment; Un Coeur en Hiver; Blue, White, & Red; Peter V. Smith, S.J. (R.I.P.); Thomas Merton; Bianca Caputo; Sardegna; Ottaviano de'Medici; Gustavo Nieves Griffin; Eido Shimano Roshi; Bernie Carter, Nava Frank (R.I.P.); Kiki Kerns (R.I.P.); San Francisco; Vigevano; Milano; Francesca Ballini; Signor Rocco di Giulia (R.I.P.); Dr. Richard H. Leach (R.I.P.); Dai Bosatsu Zendo; Zazen in the Mahayana
So much of what we live goes on inside--the diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches of unacknowledged love are no less real for having passed unsaid. What we conceal is always more than what we dare confide. Think of the letters that we write our dead.
~ Dana Gioia