Bluenotebacker. [bloo-noht-back-er] noun 1. one who backs those wearing the Bluenote.
‘Notes as in the St. Louis Blues NHL hockey team, for those of you unfamiliar with the name. I’m a huge fan and this is how I’m recognized in most social media circles.
THANK YOU for choosing to come here and read About Me and read my blog posts! There are literally millions of blogs you could be reading right now and the fact you’re here means something to me. Not sure if it means I think you’re slightly off, have poor taste, or are trying to find stuff to blackmail me with, but it definitely means something.
I’m a father, a boyfriend & partner, a brother, a friend, a sports fan, more specifically of the St. Louis Blues, a self-proclaimed computer geek, a professional technology consultant, a damn good listener, an armchair philosopher, fledgling foodie (I love to cook and more importantly, EAT) music aficionado (I’ll listen to almost anything) with perhaps an unhealthy obsession with The Shins, a voracious reader and an aspiring writer as you may have gathered from the blog thing here, and a PC gamer. I’d play other games given the time and in the right company. I’d like to learn (again) to play my guitar and I hope to one day earn a living as a writer. I like to think of myself as a Renaissance Man, a Romantic, and a gentleman. A many faceted diamond in the rough, if you will.
I’m also, at times, the Heavy Artillery, which is not a long story, but it will always give me a chuckle.
I’m divorced and have shared custody of my amazing, pre-teen daughter who thankfully inherited my love for computers and reading but has yet to fully appreciate fine dining the way I do. Put more accurately, she’s still so picky about what she’ll eat I can barely stand it. My girlfriend and partner is an outstanding cook, but we have a tough time convincing dear daughter that we wouldn’t ask her to eat anything gross. I’m also a step-dad to my girlfriend’s 7 year-old son and 18 year-old daughter. We have a sometimes crowded and boisterous household!
Possibly due to that fact, I’m often seen as a grumpy old man. I fall asleep early, rise early, and can be a curmudgeon about many of life’s details. I would totally be that guy shouting, “Get off my lawn!” to the neighborhood kids. We live in the city now, in an actual neighborhood, and greatly prefer it to our previous suburban existence. Something about the atmosphere and diversity just breathes life into you that you can’t get while cloistered in an affluent suburb, despite us both having grown up there.
Thanks for being interested in my life and opinions, I’ll try not to bore you. If at any time you feel you’ve found something interesting or worthwhile, please share it with your friends. Don’t deny them my awesomeness simply because they’ve not stumbled into my circle yet!