Cort's Life in a couple hundred Words or Less
People kept telling me they couldn't find my email address
so I'm putting it here, where it should be more easily located. If you still can't find it, that's OK I'm kind of afraid to talk to you anyway.
The inevitable picture is here. Yes those are real live tattoos, I have neither that much time or that many felt tip markers.
If this single picture fails to amuse, there are more in the Bodyart, and Pipe/Cigar sections.
I was born in Sedalia, Missouri on November 17 of 1966 (you do the math), but didn't stay there for long. We moved when I was six months old and needless to say my memories are a little vague, although I have had various people send me pictures and proudly inform me that it is the yearly site for the Missouri State Fair. After a few years in Utah my family moved out to Vashon Island, a large rock in Puget Sound. Exiting childhood and moving on, we come to relative maturity where I attended a series of colleges across Washington and Oregon, eventually ending up with a Fine Arts degree. Currently I am living in Factoria (that's east of Seattle) which is a little slice of scary suburbia, but also close to my partner's daughter's school. I am also in the process of obtaining my Masters in Computer Science, all on the possibly unfortunate assumption that there will still be a tech industry 5 years from now.
The various pictures splattered all over this exercise in egomania should give you a pretty good picture of what I look like. But the specs run 5'8" in height, 170 or so pounds in weight, although that varies depending on how intense I get with my weight training and how close the donut tray has been recently. My hair is dark brown, as are my eyes, I've been told I'm a "winter" but I'm not sure if they were referring to my personality or my coloring. All the Tattoos and other eccentricities are covered in their own sections, so we won't go over that here.
I completed my degree at Seattle University in '94 and immediately began looking in the big, scary real world for productive employment outside of the university. Amazingly enough someone hired me, and I spent the next six years working for a company called xSides, happily doing Web development. Then in June of 2001 xSides finally fell to the dot.com purges and I found myself reentering the job market at disturbing velocity. Again reason was thrown to the wind and yet another company took me within their fold. This company was InfoSpace and I spend three productive years doing web and web application development until they outsourced my entire division in May of 2004. So, while someone in India enjoyed my job, I once again entered the search for employment. After doing a bit of contracting insanity gripped yet another otherwise reasonable corporation and in February of 2005 I started doing .Net development for allrecipes.com. Cool company with a start up feel but the novelty of financial success, rather hoping this one lasts a while.
My resume is here if you suffer from a need for detail.
While I considered putting up an entire "Gay Page" it seemed sort of inappropriate. Being Gay is something I am, not a hobby or leisure time activity. I am openly gay, and occasionally become politically active as the situation merits, but try not to focus my entire life around my sexuality.
I am currently in a relationship. (Stop looking so surprised!). His name is Rodney, ("passion-biscit", "tasty-nugget" and "Mr. Nummy" are acceptable alternatives) and he actually seems to be rather fond of me. Ignoring this clear call for intensive therapy, we have so far spent the last three years exploring each other, each other's lives and rummaging through the associated baggage carts. We also share custody of his 7 year old daughter with his ex-wife, and while parenthood was not something I was exactly planning on, she and I both seem to be learning quickly and with surprisingly little psychological scarring.
I enjoy and encourage the discourse of good email and comment on these pages, if you have something to say, or something to ask, by all means mail me!
