I used to be a lawyer. I’ve stopped that now.
Before that I painted houses, exterior and interior, and I was pretty good, which allowed me to pull down as much as $20,000 in a single year. Hence, going to law school and becoming a lawyer. Before law school, and painting, was six years of study in political science, history, economics, and international relations, which earned me two degrees and no particular prospects, so there I was up to my elbows in a bucket of varsol until I finally gave in and sought a better career.
I’m one of those odd ducks whose political views skew both ways. I’m a bit of a hawk on foreign policy, though an old school hawk, sort of like Howard Baker used to be, if that name rings a bell. I’m a bleeding heart liberal domestically – I might well have voted for Bernie Sanders, except I’m Canadian, and we don’t get to vote in US primaries, though we should.
I’m several other varieties of dying breed: an audiophile with lots of big expensive black boxes, many of them analog recorders; a social media Luddite (wait, is a blog “social media”?); a true believer in democracy, pluralism, and the liberal world order established after WW II; a taxpayer content to pay his taxes; a grammar geek; a student of history; a cinephile; a cat lover (especially Maine Coons!); all sorts of things like that. Honestly, people don’t know what to make of me.
I have lots and lots of opinions. Sometimes, some people agree with some of them. You probably won’t, but we can’t be sure until we give this a try, right? So here goes. I’m figuring I become famous. Famous, that’s what I think.