“Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large, I contain multitudes.”

Whitman got that right. It’s far more interesting to be genuine and real and a little bit out there than to be constantly worried about presenting “a consistent, steady, image of one’s self.”

I’m a dabbler — I like to know a little bit about a lot of things, which means that in many cases I enthusiastically introduce a topic of conversation, then have to sit back while others discuss the meat of the issue. It’s a great way to learn and engage, but can make me seem more quiet and shy than I truly am.

Being a dabbler, my interests can shift quickly; today’s obsession might seem to be the stuff of tomorrow’s recycling bin, but I rarely toss that which truly interests and intrigues and rewards me.

I love beautiful things — words, music, photographs, art, the play of sunlight on the needles of the pine tree outside my window, the sploshing of fat, sizzling rain drops on hot concrete, a reposing cat’s curled front paw.

I adore my job, and tend to talk about work a great deal. Beyond individidual comments or theories or ideas about my job and company and industry, I may talk about philanthropic or non-profit tech issues on occasion.  And given that I began blogging with a “journal” account at LiveJournal six years ago, I haven’t been able to break myself from using the “workplace gripes” tag on occasions when it’s truly deserved. 

Because of my fabulous, down-to-earth, super-helpful-to-people job, I’m moving to New York City in early 2009.  Once I find an apartment in the West Village, my top priorities will be finding a cafe with groovy ambiance, friendly barristas, and the best chai latte around, and settling into a comfortable chair with design magazines to furnish it.  I absolutely welcome tips on this topic.

Any or all of these thoughts can dominate what I write about on a daily basis.  If you want to converse about anything at all, feel free to drop me a line at utterings@gmail.com.