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waldorkio's Journal

27 November
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I'm the very definition of someone who cannot be defined. Why? Because definitions are so definitive. I like to be a little looser with my interpretations. I'm a writer and editor by trade, though life has a funny way of twisting your career goals into something that leaves bad tastes in mouths. I rose through the ranks as a newspaper reporter and editor -- the old school print kinda guy ... who'd smoke at his desk and have a never-ending reserve of alcohol in the top drawer, next to the chewed ink pens, tattered notepads and half a dozen broken tape recorders. From there, I moved to magazines, where I spent eight years as an editor. Then I sacrificed my soul to the marketing consulting business ... where I experienced being laid off for the first time in my life. Let's see, what else: I spent more than a decade in various bands...mostly punk rock, where I met a lot of people who I still consider friends to this day. I'm fascinated by how the world works and by things we don't understand. I absolutely love to cook. I storm chase when I can. I love to travel, but haven't had the best opportunities to do so. I'm a giant movie and music buff. I'm also a bit of a culture whore and political hound. I keep up with current (and past) events because staying socially aware is even more important in these trying times. I am a die-hard New York Mets fan...come hell or high water. I've done so much in 34 years, that I should be in my 60s ... sometimes I feel like it. Yet, at the same time, I feel like I've accomplished little. I tend to get fucked over quite a bit. I'm too nice...too humanitarian.

I moved to Seattle in November of 2008 after spending 25-plus years in the pit of despair they call "Las Vegas." I met the girl of my dreams and am happily involved in a great relationship.