Who Am I? A Short Accounting
In a high mountain valley in a mare's nest of perfect safety and quiet melancholy desperation I've blended degrees of boredom and dark hatred with horrifying insanity into a relatively strange life.
The last best place, Montana, and a city named Butte. One may view Butte from outer space, simply search for the biggest toxic water filled open-pit mining crater infecting Mother Earth...The Berkeley Pit.
This legendary red brick city clings precariously against the north slope of a high mountain valley a few hundred meters from the rim of the massive crater. And just south of the crater you'll find The Flats, my neighborhood.
Butte, a long time ago, was a great copper mining city. Nowadays the powers that be are digging for much more exotic metals than copper. The voracious appetite humans have for more expensive and powerful cell phones, laptops, and other electronic gadgets must be appeased.
Now, to pick-the-bone. I am the most important part of a writer's success. I am the Reader. I read multitudinous books simultaneously of which I seldom finish. Writers must challenge and intrigue the reader. Script must hold the imagination of the reader throughout the story, while teaching and expounding upon things of essence. It is not nice to waste the time of the reader.
I collect nothing, but spend a good deal of time doing it. I do have several plants and herbs growing in my rooms during the winter months. Much of the summer I spend grooming my yards and garden. I turn wood into sawdust from time to time, for the therapy you understand, Sawdust Therapy, try it sometime, you'll surely like it, but mind your fingers.
~The Jack Henry Kraven~
My life and ambitions.
My life/ambitions? Well, I'm now 70, so my life is pretty much taken care of, as for my ambitions, I only want to be baptised into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints...again.
A brief history of my life.
"My life is merely a series of short stories none of which have had an ending, save for this one the last one." ~Jack Henry Kraven~
The things I could never live without.
There is nothing I could never live without, except water, food and air and the Truth...
My favourite books, TV, music, movies and food.
No Country for Old Men, by Cormac McCarthy and most of Stephen King, especially his short story The Long Walk. There are many other books, far too many to add here. I hate TV, unless I play a movie on it, as for food...My tastes continues to evlove over the decades, all I can say is, if it tastes good, and it's mostly natural, I'll consider eating it.
The coolest places I've visited.
Lost cemeteries, especially those belonging to ghost towns. The term, RIP (Rest in Peace), should be one of the most sacred acronyms to humans.
In my free time I like to...
Write, read, think, offer answers, and numerous other things...ask me, or refer to my About Me section.
“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!”
― Rudyard Kipling, If: A Father's Advice to His Son~
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