There's a lot that people can want from an "about me" page, so in the usual fashion I've tried to address everything, and hopefully not made too much of a spaghetti out of it. Here goes…
If you want to contact me, the best way is by email, at [mynickname]@[mynickname].com. Please forgive me if I don't answer your email right away, but I do answer all of my email eventually, and I will get to yours as soon as I can. I'm also on Twitter as puredoxyk, and my private-r, mostly friends-only journal for fiction and complaining is on livejournal (http://pure-doxyk.livejournal.com). Presumably you see the pattern there.
The nickname, by the way, is just a bunch of letters I happened to decide I liked years ago — possibly because I have a logical obsession with paradoxes, and am continually zonked at how many of them I find in my own head. Puredoxyk is one of about five pseudonyms I like to write under; which is inconvenient I know, but people who love words tend to get addicted to names too. To keep things at least somewhat neat, I do all the polyphasic stuff under Puredoxyk. My "real" name is Marie, and I'll happily answer to either.
If you're seeking a list of Reasons I Might Say Something That Interests You, perhaps this will suffice:
- I have a philosophy degree, though like all good philosophers, I don't think it counts for much
- I'm a student of traditional Chinese kungfu and taiji; I've been studying taiji and kungfu, with a focus on internal arts and meditation, for about seven years. I had to leave the Shaolin Temple and my studies there in 2010 (I miss it; it was a slice of heaven on earth, no lie), but I picked up a brilliant Chen-style teacher and am totally in love with that too.
- I've been a polyphasic sleeper since June 2006 (Everyman, though with lots of experimentation of other schedules too). I was one of the first people to successfully adopt the Uberman Sleep Schedule in 2000 (its name is also my fault ;).
- I spent a few years doing Foreclosure Prevention counseling in Michigan, before moving to Boston to escape the economic crapgasm; and I lived in or near Detroit for most of my life. I have…strong views on some of the economic happenings in the U.S. recently, admittedly.
- I've gone a whole winter without shoes, and would do it again.
- I've worked in technology for almost two decades, and have done a lot of research on copyright / IP issues, as well as consumer law and technological innovation.
- I believe in uncompromising loyalty to the truth of who you are, and I believe that this truth, if you know it, will actually set you free.
Or perhaps you wanted Odd Other Facts For Your Amusement:
- Sometimes I scream back at the television, radio, or sky. I think playing a passive role is largely a choice: Even if the other side's not listening, you can still remind yourself that part of your place is to speak.
- Similarly, you can love things and people from your own heart and for your own fulfillment, without needing them to give anything back — love itself has its own rewards. I try to love because I want to experience it, not because I want something in return.
- I love, with a world-breaking degree of passion, words and the energy they're capable of gathering and holding. I consider brilliant writer/poet/singer/screamers minor deities for channeling this sacred thing, and I think bland or stupid copy (advertisements, most television and fluff journalism) should be excised from any good experience of life.
- I cannot tolerate uncomfortable clothes or hairstyles, not for even a minute — but I can kneel on a bare floor and meditate until my legs fall asleep. (Go figure.)
- I make chainmail jewelry when I need something meaningless to do (it's meaningless because I don't wear jewelry; but I enjoy making it anyway, especially the chains).
- I'm not a half-bad singer/screamer myself, though I've been painfully shy about it most of my life. Recently I've gotten a little less shy, though. Look out world!
- I take "memento mori" very seriously — I think daily about how I could croak at any moment, and that what determines how good my life is is how full my experience of *right now* is.
- I have a history of clinical depression since childhood, but have successfully treated it without medication for more than a decade now. (Note that I didn't say it's "untreated" — just treated without pills.) I also have mentally-ill family members and friends, and family-members and friends who are in the psychology field. (Our dinner conversations are epic.) And I really really hate discriminations against the mentally ill. And the poor. (And I hate that we use the same word for being economically disadvantaged, and for being badly made.)
- I love to homebrew, handroll, make from scratch and invent things. I'm not an engineer, but I love, love, love working with them.
- I grew up Catholic. I feel that staying Catholic as a woman would have been more than a little like staying in the KKK as an African-American.
- I am absolutely useless at two things: Playing stringed instruments, and sewing. My math skills also leave a lot to be desired, though I'm pretty good at theory, and I find it really interesting.
Of course, if you're looking for Some Philosophically Honest and Weird Attempt to Actually Define myself, I can accommodate that too! Voila, an essay:
What I am I'm part mortal, but I don't know which parts exactly. I seem to have a shard of some type of godhood lodged in my body, that tells me beautiful but unprovable things all the time, though sometimes it's really hard to hear. This is because I also have a complex computer running at all times in my head, the output of which can be amazingly noisy. Sometimes I get so caught up in dealing with that damn machine's chemicals and calculations, that I totally forget where I am and what I'm doing. All of my parts seem to be housed imperfectly (lots of leaks) in a rather sloppily-constructed but ingeniously designed robot-automaton thing, the maintenance of which can be hell on wheels, but to compensate, it can have orgasms. I am unable to determine at this time if I am essentially finite or infinite, but strangely, I seem to be able to be okay with either option. (Is that an argument that I must be infinite?)
And lastly, for those who require visual confirmation that I'm neither male, nor hyperdimensional, nor visibly alien, here you go:
(That's a (not terribly flattering) picture of me pausing for a (fake) nap at Buckminster Fuller's grave, in Mount Auburn cemetary in Boston. Bucky Fuller is the first long-term polyphaser On Actual Record, if you didn't know; and also Mount Auburn is one of the most beautiful places ever — if you're in the area, go see it!)
(Also, I realize the picture doesn't prove I'm not hyperdimensional, but after some consideration I've decided that some things it's okay to leave to faith. ;)