World of Xophe

Where Every Day is Xmas


Benjamin Franklin wrote "If you would not be forgotten, as soon as you are dead and rotten, either write things worth reading, or do things worth the writing." And I admit, ever since I read that at age twelve, I've strived to do a little of both. However, I've always been less concerned about fame after death than I am about simply sharing these things, while I'm alive, with whomever may be interested.

Of course, there are all kinds of things one can do, good or bad, that may prove worth writing about to someone. For all of the good things, I've created this site. For all of the bad things...I admit nothing.

If I had to boil myself down to my basic essence for you, I would say two things about myself. The first is that I am curious. Insatiably curious. About the world, the people in it, and everything a person could possibly learn or do in a lifetime...or two, or three. A few things that come immediately to mind are: travel, history (of the world, of my native U.S., of Japan, of the Soviet U-- er, Russia, and of my native city, New York), art, music, economics (particularly the question of why are we all in this handbasket, and where are we going?), love and sex, computers and technology (I'm a web developer, by trade), the human mind, just about every individual I meet in the course of a day, ecology, world lore and mythology, cryptology, poker, cosmology, hiking, camping, sailing (I hope one day to sail around the world on the Piction Castle), jumping out of a perfectly good airplane, the NY subway system, and life hacks. And there's plenty more.

The second thing I would say about myself is that I was born to write. Or, more accurately, to tell stories, both real and fictional— writing is just the medium. It's not a question of enjoyment, though writing is greatly enjoyable for me; it's something I'm compelled to do. If they had a twelve-step program for writing, I'd be a prime candidate.

As a grade-school kid, I was often writing stories at my desk, instead of listening to the teacher like I was supposed to (although I remember the ones who fanned my writing flames – Grade 1 -- Ms. Wyandt at Shaker Road Elementary in Albany, and Grade 3 -- Mrs. Young at Wilshire Elementary in San Antonio). In college, my study sessions sometimes veered away from the assigned reading and turned into an all-night short story writing binge. Today, all-night writing (or coding) binges are still definitely a thing.

That's what I know with complete certainty about myself. I'm a natural teller of tales, and a natural explorer. If we were living in the Stone Ages, I'd be the guy who couldn't help but go off to find out what's on the other side of the mountains, even if (or maybe even because) the tribal elders forbid me from going...and then come back (hopefully) to tell the rest of the tribe what I saw and what happened, in vivid detail. I'd probably also be the guy dumb enough to venture into the newly-found cave, to find out if it was vacant, or if a cave bear and her cubs had already taken up residence.

I've encountered a few cave bears in my time, metaphorically speaking. None of them have caught me yet. Every day that brings something new, and leaves you alive to tell the tale, is Xmas, and here, every day is Xmas. So far.

Welcome to my world.

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