I'm on Bainbridge Island for the summer, looking for friends. [UPDATE: Bummer, summer vacation over early. back in LA]

Nice Accordian! http://youtube.com/watch?v=9vopaDE_9aE

Love is a speeding truck whose driver doesn't see the ball that has bounced into the road.

I write with my left hand but throw a ball with my right. I am a left-handed chopstick user but use a fork in my right hand. I can juggle but I can't dance. I prefer honest doubts to false assurances. I was voted "Most Likely to Enjoy Life's Ironies". I also feel strongly that grilled cheese sandwiches should be made with butter, not mayo.

I have flown a hang glider. I have also crashed a hang glider. It gave me a new appreciation of ambulatory living. I have been behind the wheel of an Indy race car capable of going 200 miles per hour. However I was 10 years old and, not coincidently, it was parked in the garage. They refused to let me take it out on the track despite my promises to be "really careful".

I want to be the first U.S. President to do a stage dive at his inauguration. I'm still searching for my First Lady.

I just discovered PlentyOfFish won't let you add yourself to your own favorites list. I guess they have something against narcissists. It's not that I am a narcissist myself, I just saw the "add to your favorites" link when I was reviewing my profile for typos and got curious. One very nice woman told me she got the feeling I was the type of person who is never bored. This is not true. I was extremely bored when I tried to add myself to my own favorites list, but from the loins of boredom great comedy is born.

Right now you might be asking, "So what is he looking for?" Honestly, I'm not sure. To paraphrase Supreme Court justice Potter Stewart, it's hard to define but I'll know it when I see it. I will also actually quote Daryl Zero, the world's greatest detective, on finding things: "When you go looking for something specific, your chances of finding it are very bad. Because of all the things in the world, you're only looking for one of them. When you go looking for anything at all, your chances of finding it are very good. Because of all the things in the world, you're sure to find some of them."

Sometimes, when I'm not busy, my mind wanders and I wonder what the woman I will spend the rest of my life with, the woman I haven't met yet, is doing at that moment. Maybe, just maybe, she is reading this.

Speaking of The One, there is another dream I can't get out of my head. In it I have met the woman of my dreams (so to speak) and I am waiting for her to return from some errand. I know she is the one because of all the butterflies in my stomache. Suddenly she returns and I run to embrace her. After a tight hug we lean back, still in each others arms, and smile at each other. That's when I realize I have forgotten her name and I spend the rest of the dream trying to remember it.

Last night I dreamt I lost my Harley-Davidson. I parked it somewhere months ago but now just couldn't remember where that was. A small child also stole one of my shoes while I was looking for it.

This is a recurring dream (except for the shoe part). When I wake up it always takes me a few minutes to realize I don't actually own a Harley-Davidson. In the dream I always have a lingering suspicion I don't own one but I keep looking anyway.

What else would you like to know?

Oh yes, so you don't have to send me mail addressed something like "Hey you" -- my name is Thom.

P.S. A new nugget of wisdom from, of all places, Garfield: "An imagination is a powerful tool. It can tint memories of the past, shade perceptions of the present, or paint a future so vivid that it can entice...or terrify, all depending on how we conduct ourselves today."

Now a few words from someone much wiser than me:

I have bliss sometimes. It's not joy, it's not happiness. It's bliss. It's totally unwarranted. It doesn't happen when I have any reason for it to happen and I never know when it will happen. When it does though – I think it's what I live for and I guess that's a form of religion. For me, you know?

I don't care if a chemical, um, snafu or whatever it might be but I love it; I love it when that happens. I might be driving in the car and it'll just hit me. It's a feeling beyond well-being or contentment or anything like that. It's just overpowering bliss, I don't know where it comes from. I haven't had one in a while, I'm not sure how long. But I know that I will again. Someday.

There are times when I get down enough and just the knowledge of those moments and the memory of those moments and the trust that those moments will be again... that they are what I live for. That there's a reason to shake it off, right then, just because I can remember those moments. And I know there's a chance, a very good chance, a perfectly good chance that I haven't seen the last of those. It is sort of like being touched by something, outside myself. And if it really is something outside myself – but I don't need for it to be, but maybe it is, I wouldn't say that it isn't – but I couldn't love those moments more if they were God touching me.

If you've read this far your brain is probably getting tired so here are some of my latest creative effluences:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TeilvW9Q1zo My Adorable Niece.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsaEmeOogfg My Formative Years/Home Movies.
(You'll need to copy and paste the URL into your browser, I don't know how to do links here)

Funny movie clip of the moment:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4je71Tz_9IE

Assuming the get-to-know-each-other coffee went well I've always liked roller coasters. A first date at one of those Vegas 24-hour wedding chapels is right out. Another good first date would be a ride on the space shuttle, but my dating budget isn't really up to that right now.