There is really not much to open up about, my childhood was great and filled with fun times in the rural river valley of middle New Mexico less than a mile from the Rio Grande. (are you reading huge garden with corn, melons, berries and tomatoes, chile and squash, as well as fruit trees and other edible growing things.)We had a farm with the usual goats and chickens and sheep and a milk cow, a cat that ate mice and a dog that worked the animals. Some of my friends had horses so we rode horses a lot. My great grandmother made cheese from the goat and cows milk, my grandmother knew about all the medicinal weeds and things that grew everywhere and my grandfather could say words in french, german and the local indian dialect of tewa as well as his native spanish and english. I had access to the tractor as "my ride" starting at around 10 years old and I drove the pickup truck along the ditches and backroads since I was 13, so a manual transmission is in my blood so to speak. I always had matches and I was always cooking the various "game" that I had either caught or shot. Life went on like this for some time even after I entered college on an academic scolarship to stanford of which I rejected because it was based on race and quotas. So I ended up paying for my education myself as insisted upon by me to the local school - the university of new mexico - unm. I had a 3.5 gpa and was editor of the college art magazine and curator of the gallery.
Oh i FORGOT for two semesters or so (equals about a year and a half and minimum three bodies per day) I photographed dead bodies for the medical investigator of the state of NM as a work study job - only sucpicious deaths - It helped pay for school and most people "freaked" about the subjects. there is more to this story but I dont feel like typing.
This is so stupid to me.....what does any of this have to do with NOW? WE ALL have feathers to put in our caps, we have all done good things and bad things what is the point?
I live in NYC - I have lived here since 1985 I have worked for all the major record labels and various magazines as a stylist, art director or artist consultant - all freelance, I even did a staff stint at conde nast which was weird by itself. I have sold my face and body parts as a model for photos back when I was more athletic for bicycle magazines and assorted other sportsy things. I have hosted and performed in many poetry events resulting in a cabaret type show that did gigs all over the place including one silly little show in coney island and another for some italian guys with shiny suits and matching cars (this was a scary one). But like I said this means nothing now.
I have travelled quite a bit but I have never been to egypt or russia or a few other places as well, I was in morroco once for only a short time but I got so scared I had to leave right away it seemed like some creepy fellas that I had spotted in marseille had followed us to morroco and I was having none of that. I have been to most of the states except washington, alaska and hawaii.
I have been married once and divorced once. honesty is the best policy - i cheated on my my wife - if you really have to know. I then later went on a "baby mission" The result is that I have a child out of wedlock that lives with me. I have had several long term relationships and countless fleeting and meaningless relationships, I can remember everyone.
Now I cook. I invent recipes.... give me a taste and I can tell you whats in it.... I cant arrange food on a plate to save my soul.
Whats my point?