Probably if you've made it this far you already know me. I probably begged you to check out my home page though of course in a sort of shy and self-effacing way.
But in case you've just stumbled onto this site, here I am just a guy with a website and a virtual smile. I do a little fiction writing and a little portrait painting, and I like to sing and to fumble around on my guitar. Also love to hike and to contra dance. A lot of the time I like to go barefoot (or did when I was living in more hospitable climes) just one of the reasons people consider me rude and intractable.
In the photos below you can see my pale, rude, intractable hair and my deepset eyes and my weird smirk. On the left I am smirking outside Clair Tappaan Lodge, the Sierra Club lodge not too far from Tahoe. On the right I am smirking while sitting at a picnic table at Big Basin State Park. Gotta do something about that hair.
My nose looks sort of big, too.
My nephew Phil took this photo of me eating lunch at Rocky Ridge at Garrapata State Park down at Big Sur in October 1998. I've chopped off some of that hair since then. But it just keeps coming back..
Well, now let's talk some more about me. Wonderful me.
Probably you'd like to hear about some of the minor awards I've received for my writing. A James Michener Award, several PEN Syndicated Fiction Awards, first prize in an Iowa Arts Council writing competition, and two National Endowment for the Arts grants.
Is that the sort of stuff you'd like to know?
O yes, my history.
I lived in Iowa for seventeen years and still have a home there. I first saw the light of day in Westchester County, New York, and lived in Dobbs Ferry and Hastings-on-Hudson on top of the highest hill in Westchester County, with a wonderful view up the Hudson till I was 6. Grew up in DC. I've also had brief flings in Daytona Beach, Florida; Waltham, Massachusetts (doing grad work in anthropology at Brandeis); Hollywood, California; and a couple of winters in Provincetown, Massachusetts (being a fellow at the Fine Arts Work Center). For most of the past decade I was living mostly in northern California. A year and a half in Berkeley, but mostly in Santa Cruz and environs.
But now yes, it's true I've come east again. For a year and a half I stayed with my brother and Tanya in Baldwin, New York, on the south shore of Long Island. And for the past three and a half years in my own house in Huntington Station, on the north shore, forty or fifty miles from Manhattan.
If you know me, you know that this is not where I belong, not where I want to be. I belong in the west. I have gradually gotten used to the grating voices of Long Islanders, but I have not gotten over the culture shock, which still after all these years here feels like a good-sized rodent eating away at my vitals. Every day I long to be hiking through the redwoods of Santa Cruz or up the grassy heights of Big Sur. I dream of living in Taos. I dream of moving to Europe. . . .
Anywhere but here!
I never thought I'd live in the east again, but that's what happens in life. Things you don't expect. Things that slap you in the face or eat away at your vitals.
And sometimes amazing gifts from the universe that arrive in a plain brown wrapper.
This is an ink sketch I did in the summer of 1992. I gave it to Alice Todd for her birthday. But later in the summer she returned it to me -- I looked so miserable in the drawing that she was uncomfortable having it staring from her wall.
|Here's a photo Jacky Lewis took of me and Joel outside the house where he was living in Ann Arbor the day after his graduation from the University of Michigan. He got a degree in environmental engineering. Now he's living in New York and working on Long Island. He's the joy of my life.|
What else do you want to know?
O yeh -- family-type stuff.
I have three sisters, Winifred, Jackie, and Julie. My brother is the mathematician Joel C. W. Rogers.
One of my roommates owned a scanner, so I found myself able to fill this web page with all sorts of stuff -- mostly just photos, I'm afraid, since he seemed to discourage me from actually sitting on the scanner. Still, I have the capability to make this into a virtual photo album!
You can email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Or give me a call. Or just come knocking at my door. Let's not be strangers! I'd be happy to see you.
I really would.
Would you like to write a few words in my guestbook? Or see what some other visitors have written there?
[Please let me know if anything on this site is false, misleading, offensive, or intrusive to your privacy. Let me know too if there's a photo or something in the text that should be removed or something that should be added. I welcome all corrections, additions, and suggestions.]
Win's photo albums
When I Was a Boy Scout
Copyright © 19992004 T. N. R. Rogers. All rights reserved. Last revised 20 oct 2004.