About Me
I'm a somewhat versatile person with a myriad of interests, most of which revolve around a computer in some way. I'm a bit scatterbrained, however, which drives myself and a few others insane now and again. My husband, Dale, seems to be fairly immune to this, and I'm careful to restrain my impatience whenever it arises around him because I'm aware there is no cage trying to restrain me any longer. By that I mean, I know I am not restricted in my feelings around him, and they can come out whenever they wish and he will not judge me by them. Having this freedom seems to allow negative emotions to dissipate before they become explosive. For that I am thankful.
Handles: Psychomuse, nvnohi
Nicknames: Whit, Whitless, Whittles, Whittlestix, Whitster, Whitness, Chip, Batch
Major interests: Writing. Photography. Computers. Music. Critters. Organizing. These can be broken down into several forms (pets, reorganizing the house and stuff on the computers, networking the computers in the house, learning about critters in general and photographing them, programming, web design, hardware, software, photoshop, songwriting, poetry, blogging, IM, email, dancing, listening, etc.; all intersect in some way or another, often via multiple channels.)
Other interests: Painting, drawing, hiking, my truck, language, mythology, ancient civilizations, beading, geology, reading, gadgets and electronic thingies in general, philosophy (inasmuch as I enjoy thinking about things, not that I read about it that much), cooking.
Dabblings: Rock climbing, woodworking, electronics, crafts.
Generally speaking, anything that involves some level of intimate involvement, creativity, solitude, organization, or hands-on approach appeals to me, and any subject that can combine all of these will likely become an obsession in my life at some point. How well it can weave my basic elements into each other without becoming exhausted defines how long my interest holds. This probably explains why I've had trouble pulling myself away from the computer for so long.
I am an Aries with a Cancer moon. I'm also a Snake in Chinese astrology. I enjoy the categorization offered by Astrology but I don't consider it understood enough to be truly believable. It has helped me anchor myself at times, however, when I needed to feel an understanding of who I am and what I might be capable of. Mom never understood that, poor thing. To her I've been in Hell for eternity already. My sentiments apply also to palmistry, IQ testing, Briggs-Meyers, Numerology, Enneagrams, and anything else that seeks to define - or perhaps more accurately, describe - the human condition. Everything has an element of truth in it but on the whole, nothing can be relied upon as infallible.
The mind is always discerning, each idea it stumbles upon is challenged internally; it's digesting, regurgitating, holding onto those things it feels is applicable to the present understanding of the world it observes.
The beliefs I hold most steadfastly to include the existence of some force far greater than ourselves, which I loosely term "God" even if I cannot push myself into any one religion or sect. Religion, to me, is another category that describes the human condition in its most current state.
I believe in ghosts but do not subscribe to any one theory as to what they are or how they've come to exist. I think science can describe our experiences pretty well but it may never catch up existence itself and is still a baby in its own right. It may never grow up.
The sense of self is very enduring within me. I consider myself rather self-absorbed, and to this effect I find other people interesting. The more I learn about others, the more I learn about myself. My sense of independence is extremely marked. I seldom do anything that could compromise this. It's become evident to me recently that I don't enjoy learning for the sake of learning and exercising my brain. Rather, curiosity necessitates the act of learning. I also cannot create on command unless I'm in the "mood." My skills are often part of my creativity, as my mom learned when I'd cut her hair. If I wasn't in the mood and was forced into it, I could not for the life of me cut her hair evenly, and I'd become more and more frustrated with each snip. When I was in the mood, a few snips would mean perfection or close to it.
It's a very good thing that my job, for the most part, is somewhat mundane and comfortable to me now. I tend to fluorish in efficiency when allowed to wander, helping where I feel a need to help, doing what I find the most satisfying. Few jobs offer this and mine is probably the closest I'd ever come. It also offers me variety, which holds my interest. (Yay!)
