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The lone waited for day is rust around the corner

And death is a cabaret.

I was raised in a not-all-that-strict Southern Baptist household in Mississippi, where I lived until 1989. I came out of the closet in 1983 and have now been out too long to have much patience with the terminally closeted, I must admit.

I lived in DC for about four years before moving to Sweden in early 1994.

I worked with computers (mostly programming) for years and years, but in 1998 I decided it was time for a change. After a number of false starts, I began working on Lidingöbanan, a light rail line near Stockholm, in the spring of 1999. In the autumn of 2001, I went through the training to become a subway train operator on the Stockholm system. I worked on the rail system full-time from December 1999 until August of 2003, at which point I decided I'd had enough of the lousy hours and (honesty IS the best policy, isn't it?) the passengers. So I started working with computers again, four days a week, as a consultant at one of Sweden's four large commercial banks. I worked one day a week on the trains, usually -- once again -- on Lidingöbanan.

If all this train stuff sounds at all interesting, check out my Web site.

In 2005, I decided the time had come for big changes. I left Sweden and returned to the United States. I spent a few months in Mississippi looking for work, and finally found a job in New York. I moved to Bayonne, New Jersey. But I found myself basically without a social life and not liking the job very much at all; for that reason and because of some other personal circumstances, I decided to return to Mississippi. I found a job in Jackson and moved in October of 2006.

So here I am. Wish me luck!