At your age, why are you still playing dress-up?

Location: Las Vegas, Nevada

Because I refuse to act my age, that’s why.

James Steampunk 1

I am attending Steamathon II in Las Vegas. I am here mainly to support Doc Phineas in his endeavors to make history fun and spark a well needed dose of whimsy and fashion into the world.

I was asked to speak on “Burning Man as an Alternative Reality.” This is not a hard topic for me to talk on. I have lots of pretty Burning Man pictures, and this helps me to keep my lecturing skills up to date.

But in reality the event gives me a chance to wax my mustache, don some flashy garb, and buy another hat.

One really can not have too many hats.

What do you do?

Location: Walker Lake, Nevada

Again, this is an essay question.

I am a photographer archiving my past work, and involved is several ongoing photo projects.
I am a producer for Mystic Madness Myth and Media.
I am a businessman starting up a Transformational Journey program.
I am an archaeologist, studying the ancient Maya.
I am a speaker giving presentations at various conventions and seminars.
I am an agronomist, working with experimental agriculture.
I am an owner of multiple properties, building a new structure, and making plans for more.
I am a stock investor working to finance the start up of all these projects.

Can I do this on my own?

No, I have found much to my surprise, that I have scaled up to where I can no longer work as a sole individual, or as a two person partnership, but am now a corporate executive over a complicated empire. I am blessed with a terrific staff, but all of us are in for some very interesting times.

What a shock. My wife tells me that sometimes I am developing the mindset of a typical startup executive.

She does not mean this as a complement.

Where are you from?

Location: Lahaina, Hawaii

For many the question “Where do you live and what do you do?” requires a simple answer.

For others it is an essay question.

I divide my time between my hacienda in the Yucatan, a palm tree grove in Maui, the ancient desert waters of Walker Lake, the art ghettos of San Francisco and the sacred hills above Las Vegas. All places where myth and reality have become so commingled that there is not actual distinction between the real and the surreal.

I was born in Kentucky and still get nostalgic with the scents of bluegrass, horses, honeysuckle and bourbon whiskey. As a young man I worked briefly as a community organizer in Chicago, but was too much of an anarchist to catapult this into a political career. Instead, I spent the early seventies as a road hippy exploring the counter-cultural phenomenon that then blossomed throughout America. Since then I have worked as an archaeologist, photo lab technician, van driver, librarian, tech writer, mailman, cat breeder, investor and other miscellaneous trades.