As promised, as of November 1 and my fiftieth post, this blog is no longer anonymous. I will still not post my last name on this site to prevent those who Google my full name from stumbling by here. Instead, I will link to my personal site (www.muzsai.com). There’s not much there to see right now, but I hope to expand that site a bit and also use it as a repository for gallery images.
Below are two pics of yours truly. As you can see, I’m still not ready to cast off all of my masks. I love to Photoshop myself into movie posters—kind of Fark.com meets Walter Mitty.
Now that this blog’s traffic has ballooned to over a hundred unique visitors per day, now is as good of a time as any to reintroduce myself.
I am a single, heterosexual 32-year–old blogger living in Kingston, NJ. As an alum of Princeton University, the Defense Language Institute, Foreign Language Training Center Europe, and the Army Intelligence Center; I suppose that I could describe myself as well-educated.
Even though I am registered as a Republican, my politics are moderate and open-minded, and I feel that the less the government tries to parentally protect people from themselves, the better.
Although I believe in God and attend church once in a while, I do have a problem with denominational religion, and how it often focuses on dogma, rather than doctrine—and judgment, rather than service.
I’m a great cook, which partly explains my recent weight problem; I still have a bit of a gut, but I’m finally starting to see muscle definition in my upper torso (vive le Bowflex).
My current favorite iPod playlist includes Bond, a few mixes of Barber’s Adagio for Strings, Enigma, Angel Romero, Nightwish, Metallica’s The Unforgiven, some Vivaldi, some Celtic music, Let Go by Frou Frou, Rockell, and some Japanese techno.
You can find more biographical information in this post: Who is not Mike?.
Every word that I write on this blog, I post as a private citizen, not as an employee of Princeton University or any other company which employs my services. I am solely responsible for what you read on this site.
Greetings, fellow Tiger! What class, if I may be so bold as to ask? (1974 here.)
1974? That would make you a member of my “parent class.” I’m in the class of 1999. (I used to be P’94 until I took 5 years off to serve in the army.)
It’s always great to see the blogs of fellow Tigers; maybe we should have a Princeton blog ring.
Class of ‘99? Omigosh, you are just a youngster, aren’t you? :-) Actually, it sounds like we have a lot of things in common from your “introduction”, so I’m very glad BlogExplosion brought me here.
Wow, it has been awhile since I’ve heard 32 described as a youngster. As the maxim goes, though, you are as young as you feel.
It’s far too easy to erroneously convince oneself that he/she is “old,” especially as 27-year– college senior or as a single 30-something whose opposite sex contemporaries are all either married or disinterested.
You’re purty, in a news-anchor-ish sort of way. I mean that as a compliment. Rilly!
Thank you, Jenniffer, you made a grown man giggle. I modestly credit Adobe Photoshop and the make-up artist for that photo shoot; she said that before she moved to NJ, she had done make-up on the set of Spin City.
Ah, the irresponsible, carefree spending of the dot-com boom, when a CEO would actually hire a make-up artist for corporate photos.
Wow! So why is a handsome dude like you still running around single. Bummer, I’m married but I do have a single 22 year old daughter. How do you like that?
Gosh your a looker!
Are you sure your not gay or somethin’? Write an entry on why your still single.
Yikes. Why am I still single? I struggle with this question on a daily basis. I won’t write an entry on this, but I will comment.
My sexuality is not at all an issue. No man has ever filled me with a deep sense of longing the way some women have (plus, naked guys are kind of…funny looking).
I have, though, I think, chronically gone after the wrong women—women who only think of me as a PMF (platonic male friend) and aren’t willing to take the chance to find out if that friendship could develop into something deeper or more lasting.
Until recently, my weight has been a factor. Nothing saps one’s image of oneself faster than looking in the mirror and seeing rolls of fat spilling out all over, and if you don’t like yourself…
I haven’t really put myself in an environment where I can meet eligible women. My mingling skills are severely lacking, and I don’t frequent bars or clubs because cigarette smoke severely bothers me. Also, the church I occasionally attend in Plainsboro doesn’t have an active singles program the same way my mother’s church in PA does.
Now that my weight is under control, I do plan on trying online dating (probably eHarmony; Fark.com’s personals scare me) and/or the “hurry date” thing. That should make for some interesting entries here.