If you read this prepare to be bored.
first off: Geraldo Cienmarcos is my internet pseudonym. It’s a Spanish translation of my name.
I was born after World War II, I think the same year that M K Gandhi was assassinated. (I’m too lazy to look it up at the moment).
If I could afford to, I would be a philosophical bohemian. (without mind altering substances) . I hated sports. Back then, some schools in the suburbs of Southern California, thought sports were what an education is all about and essential for building character. I found it to be a humiliation. I can say that here after 45 years, because no one is even going to read this far.
I’ve done a variety of things, volunteer as a community builder (mostly for snobs and non-professional intellectuals like myself, human rights worker, civil liberties advocate; previous Anti-War and anti US Foreign Military Intervention activist. (I sometimes call myself a “pissed off pacifist.”)
Passionate for the music of Beethoven, Mahler and Stravinsky.
and pissed off that live symphony, chamber music and recital concerts are now outrageously expansive.
Member of the American Humanist Association
Center for Inquiry
KPFK - Pacifica Radio,
previously a subscriber to and active with
The American Friends Service Committee, The Fellowship of Reconciliation and the Gustav Mahler Society.
I have a Bachelor Liberal Arts degree from Evergreen State College of Olympia, WA. If I had enough of these and various other educational certificates they would be valuable as wall paper.
I attended High School in the 60’s in Manhattan Beach Calif. Back then the place was boring. But maybe that was because my parents were Calvinists and they didn’t get involved in anything more than the local church. I’ve been an atheist and a humanist all of my adult life.
I read a lot. Which is probably bad for my health and eyesight. Physical exercise is an anathema for me.
My regret is that my parents were not intellectuals and I wish was born in a national culture that appreciated intellectuals and classical musicians more than sports heroes and shallow media manufactured celebrities. I don’t think America is that place. I was reading Jean Paul Sartre and subscribed to Ramparts Magazine when I was 18 years old. Needless to say, I didn’t fit in well.
I’m a news and book junkie.
I spend M L King day listening to or reading his speeches when others are out shopping for bargains.
I also like serious live theater. But prices are now high even for equity waiver and I don’t know anyone who wants to go. The Valley in Los Angeles has lots of them. (damn!, I gave away my secret location ... )
Oh, I almost forgot. Travel:
England to see relatives. (1972)
Lincoln Kansas as a child to grandfather’s wheat farm.
Mt. Rushmore (Actually it’s pretty impressive, on a clear day you can see the curvature of the earth, with the immortal heads at your back. That was the best part).
The Grand Canyon. (difficult time. I have acrophobia, even getting up on a stool to change a ceiling light takes courage for me, I would rather stand in front of a firing squad in El Salvador, which I did.)
Mexico (twice, mid 80’s and mid 90’s)
El Salvador (human rights work, didn’t find any, 1984)
I’m pro trans gender but not trans gender myself. I have enough burdens, like bad teeth.
PS. You guessed. I’m not married. Not even to a goat.
I seriously doubt that anyone reads these. But if you did and got this far, let me know. I’m just curious.
Gary the Grouch