laugh ... it is good for you and those around you. at the very least consider doing so for the next 3 minutes whilst you lurk amidst my ramblings. once done, consider laughing again at some point in time noting that the more innappropriate the occassion the funnier it is.

[big breath] [deep sigh] [inner child in check]

early on, when this litte bloggy thing was just getting it's legs, mary expressed a bit of curiosity as to just who this gonzo character was. to these types of inquiries i typicall reply, as i did on this occassion, "well, i'm just a dude. a relatively happy one at that ... or at the very least striving to be ... so," consciously choosing to let history be ... history ... for it is the present that is ... the now.

anyways, given that mary is a persistent soul indeed, visions of my past self uncoverred via nefarious tabloids haphazardly strewn between breath mints and stale gum i feel now is the time that i must come clean. set the record straight. come to grips and embrace my other self so to speak for i am ... zoolander. there, i said it.

way back when, being young and knowing not, i found myself living large as a man o f mystery.

it all started out innocently enough, doing cover shoots and the like.

finding myself lounging about and playing games simply for the sake of being.

anything to keep the self perpetuating image rolling. more. faster. brighter. the gigs were unstoppable. i was in the marlboro man's rear view mirror and he knew it.

soon, what now feels like not long after it all started, things became a blur. confusion was my only friend which, while making for interesting conversation, the day to day became redundantly circular ... hamster wheel laps(e) being my only outlet.

it came to a point when the assignments i found myself participating in ultimately caused a reflection point.

instantly, it all became clear. i had meaning. i, zoolander ... and now, i am cleansed.

in a flash of destiny visited i chose to re-invent myself as a relatively anonymous code slinger ... one who tends to keep out of the limelight solely for fear of what i could become ... again ... as the camera is indeed addictive. addictive indeed.

now that the truth is told, only time will tell if the international modelling world is secure enough to let me be. be me.

laugh ... you are free to stop now but do consider taking it up again from time to time. it is good for the world as we are surely in short supply.

note: the pics are real. the pics are me. i am real. everything else is fiction except for what is real.

Java == platform independence
XML == application independence
JXTA == network independence

Secure End-to-End Computing

in my ears: Jimmy Pange And Robert Plant/No Quarter/The Truth Explodes