Introducing the Intruder

Hi, my name is Abraham, and I am an intruder. That's right one of those cursed enemies who did not speak the words of friendship on the first day of the arrow making. Instead, I crept around the wigwam blatantly hiding my existence from all the squaws and braves who were waiting for their chance to prove themselves to the "great" arrow-maker. Ha, I can speak in metaphors too, old arrow-maker! If the great arrow-maker's squaws and braves can't figure out the meaning of this metaphor, perhaps, they should be using their teeth for straitening something else. To all those who, like me, creep around the wigwam, to them I speak, "friend".

My name may be prophetic, but I came into this world unannounced. Born to parents who God has blessed with six children to "raise" in any way they please. I suppose I should include in this introduction of my self some of the hobbies I fancy, which include: sports, lifting weights, eating, sleeping, living, electronics (the typical guy stuff which academics call a cultural myth, but its very much a reality to me), reading, art (digital and traditional), singing, shopping (I change my clothes more then the average female [another supposed cultural myth]), and anything that has to do with the far east. Yes, as you can see I am a very well rounded, righteous dude, almost God-like actually. Which by the way is the meaning of my e-mail address, in case you were wondering (most people do when they read it).

My time here lurking around the Kiowas is limited. Yes, as soon as I have attained the ambiguous art of arrow making, I shall leave this land. When the leaves turn gold and fall from the few trees that dare stand against the abominable heat of the sun and the branches become too hard for old arrow-maker to straiten with teeth, I shall journey to the top of the mountains where I will learn the art of war from the Utes.

To all you squaws and braves in the wigwam, or creeping outside it, I say, "God bless you.... cause I cant(not yet)".