About
Gregory Hamel, man about town, son of New York born, currently a dweller in the Sonoran Desert. A carbon-based lifeform who sleepwalked through part of life in a Dysthymia daze, battled anxiety, and is finally fed up with the whole lot. Prone to Saganian bouts of wonder and awe. Likes to play with pagan ideas, though he’s technically an atheist. Deeply entranced by science, especially anything to do with Astronomy, and planning a return to school in the near future. Has recently discovered that, contrary to his 18 year old self’s notions, Math is really kind of neat. An imperfect vegan horrified by the suffering humans impose on other animals for our selfish pleasures. Lover of old literature, with an odd weakness for Gothic novels and the Romantics. Musically inclined to the underground (but thinks Lady Gaga is the bee’s knees). As likely to be watching a German silent film or a Bogart flick as he is to be watching a superhero movie or one of his SF TV geekfests. Hopelessly addicted to SF and Fantasy and a lover of the New Weird. Only a little crazy, and not in the way that requires calling the police.
