Interests & Hobbies
Meaning of Life:
'Worthless treasures & priceless trash,
Silver that gleams in the lightning's flash. Gold that the sunset spills on the sky, Tissues in the mist trailing by; Diamonds, a necklace of dew on the grass, Silver in frost on a window pane glass. Lace in kiawe trees shadowing brooks, Riches a money-blind man overlooks. Perfumes of araby scenting the lane, Opals that fall from the sky in the rain; Gold in the sands of a shallow lagoon, Platinum dripping cold white from the moon. Silk in the rose petals flung on the breeze, Velvet in moss on the trunks of the trees. Daydreams & memories, moments acute, With trice-distilled happiness...vagabond's loot.' - Don Blanding (1939)
Five Things I Can't Live Without:
love, honesty, peace, Chen Chen, my job (lol).
Favorite Books:
Stoaways in Paradise, Vagabond's House, Drifter's Gold, Mutiny on the Bounty, Hunt for Red October, Clear and Present Danger...
What I Like To Do For Fun:
Before you follow the lone wolf's trail,
Be sure that this is known...
Are you one of the lone wolf breed,
Or only a wolf alone?
The lone wolf breed is a silent breed,
Making no howl nor moan;
But the wolf that howls at the moon at night, Is only a wolf...alone.
-Blanding
Favorite Movies:
Ghost, 6th Sense, Titanic, The Last of the Mohicans, The Untouchables, AI, Hannibal, Forest Gump, Leon (very sad), Tombstone (Val Kilmer's BEST)...
If I Could Be Anywhere Right Now:
On the beach walking at midnight with a full moon...
Hobbies:
Antique Car Restoration, Art/Painting, Pen & Inks, Piano, Gutar (some), Poetry, Love the Beach.
Talents:
(??? same ???)...OK, Antique Car Restoration, Art/Painting, Pen & Inks, Piano, Gutar (some), Love the Beach.
Perfect Mate:
A restless dreamer, always searching for something new...
Perfect Date:
mmmm...that's a loaded question...Love, honesty, happyness (how bout that).
Turn Ons/Offs:
Love, honesty, happyness / foney, lies, tricks.
Best Reason to Get to Know Me:
You saw me walking down the street,
In quiet gray, subdued and neat;
And little did you dream that I,
Was on a camel riding by.
You did not heed the camel's feet,
Nor hear the copper bells that beat;
Of snake-skin tom-toms nor the shrill,
Excited flutes. You did not fill,
Your pockets with the gold I flung;
Nor see my slaves you walked among,
A gorgeous pagan pageantry.
Because you only glanced at me,
With quick indifferent eyes you missed,
The gleam of jewels when sunlight kissed;
The diamonds dripping from my robes,
And did not see the crystal globes;
That swarmed with fishes gold and red.
You only glanced and saw instead,
A guy you only chanced to meet,
Who walks with absent-minded feet.
(lol)
Don Blanding, 1933