It Came From The Porch : All About Me

3/18/71

5' 10"

160

brown (or blue, or white or non-existant)

blue

tattooed

formerly multiply pierced

macintosh

photo ©1997 David Torrnce

Reviews!

IsabelLark (2:24 PM): if someone asked me something about you..or if i had to describe you IsabelLark (2:24 PM): I would say: IsabelLark (2:26 PM): "umm..well..he smiles a lot..he is very passionate... I think he has this idea that there is this way of fixing things... even when there's not... and he smiles a lot... he is a slow kisser... and he smiles a lot"

Christy: One of his most charming qualities is the glowing, manic, innocent, giddy joy he feels for all kinds of little things, like comfortable clothes, good light, nice breasts, simple, real music, baby Macs, Irish coffee (God’s Blessing to you Spider-folks), functional furniture, horrid, stinking puns and randy repartee.

Yup, that's me, yer humble host. I am, in no particular order, a web designer, photographer, emotional wreck, leukemia patient, computer graphics artist, all around computer geek, tattoo nut and in no particular order.

Let's see... music, music, music. Gotta have music. Lots of music. All sorts of music. Everlast is playing right now - "God forbid you might have to walk a mile in his shoes." I love all sorts of music, mostly what four or five (or three or eight) folks can get together and make, live... but Bill's turned me on to the Orb. (check out www.theorb.com) Alex makes electronic music that still has a soul, a heart. I like it aggressive, I like it relaxed. My latest turn-on has been the old-school white boy blues of Koerner, Ray & Glover. Three guys from Minneapolis, recorded throughout the sixties and still recording and playing weekly shows, together and individually. You've got to check out Running Jumping Standing Still by Spider John Koerner and Willy Murphy. Amazing. Hell, tell me about something you like, turn me on to something new.

Who are these freaks? Well, left to right they are: Leslie, Ammo, Gylawa, Kevin, me, Astrea (Gwa's sister) and Mike. You can visit Mike's present day homepage here. This pic is from 1988, which would make me 17.

Perhaps you're wondering where it all began? I started getting online with my Commodore 64 when I was 15. There were some really killer local BBS's going on. Periodically everyone from the boards would meet up at a Godfather's and figure out who these people we'd been talking to were. I think we've been thrown out of every Godfather's in Mobile.

A little later on... this was on a Labor Day weekend trip that Dile and I took around the Southeast. Memphis, Nashville, Smoky Mountain National Park, my grandparent's place in South Carolina (and weren't my folks suprised when I knocked on the door?) and back through Atlanta to Mobile. This shot was taken about 4:30 am in West Memphis, Arkansas (a hideous pit of a town if there ever was one) after a night on Beale Street.

Yet another appearance experiment. Dawn cut my hair into a really bad cutesy little preppy boy cut, and I was miserable for a day... until she shaved a bunch of it off and bleached the rest Andy Warhol white. Go Dawn! You can always rely on her. That lasted for a few days... but about then, the blue G3's came out... and... well, who was I to stand in the way of aesthetic progress? I got very mixed reactions from people I met on the street with this one. Some people responded well, laughing with me, asking 'You just come from the Mardi Gras?' But apparently it scared a lot of people, cause I picked up some seriously bad vibes quite a few times. I didn't like it. I'm not one to let other people's opinions declare what I do and do not do with my personal appearance, but I enjoy people, and the blue hair got in the way of communication. I liked the hair, but I didn't like the effect. Funny, that never happened when it was just very long. In any case, it all came off for the Striper's Ball with Darlene. There I was at Forelocks, sitting in the chair, surrounded by drifts of electric blue fluff...

Onwards to Leukemiatic Thoughts (oh, come on, it's not all bad - and hell, you might learn something. Experience is the teacher, and I hope to hell you don't have to get this lesson firsthand... but there is value in everything we go through. So come on and check it out. I want you to know.)