Ok, call me a geek, but I found this in one of my responses to a suitor on an internet dating site, and I think it's worthy of publication on my little haphazard blog site here:

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What I do for fun... well... the only things I'll admit to in writing are: dancing, bicycling, watercolours, gardening, reading, blogging, xchat with my friends in Australia, beers with my friends in Tucson, giving politicians & bureaucrats ulcers, and writing steamy emails to complete strangers...

As for the meaning of life and the pursuit thereof... I have been reading some very interesting tomes in preparation for law school, including "The Trial and Death of Socrates". I have also done some internal research and development in the area, and by way of reason and logic, I can find no greater meaning in life than the practice of copulation. Being an atheist, I don't believe that there is a God who has a plan for human life on earth... so I can only assume that the meaning of life is natural evolution. Certainly the only consistent theme in evolution (other than death) is biological mutation through the semi-random pairings of unique sets of DNA. While I don't intend to produce any offspring, I try to appease Mother Nature by enjoying as much sex as I can :)

But when one leaves the realm of the proveable, which is inevitable, we must face the silence after the orgasm and ask ourselves, "what now?" The examination and evaluation of our own behaviour, and questioning the value of a life turn to questions of ethics, and the immortality of the soul. I'd like to think that there is a grand scheme to it all, and that George Bush will be made to feel the pain of a hundred thousand widows, but in my more cynical moods, I tend to think that fucking is really as good as it gets...