I am not the man with no name, obviously. Hopefully the domain name gave that away. I am also not a professional bike rider, an Australian cinemetographer, an interdisciplinary artist based in New York City, nor am I the former Managing Director of 98FM in Ireland. I have, however, inadvertently received their e-mail on occasion. (Nothing of critical import, fellas….) I suppose that is the result of hosting a mostly faceless, reasonably vacuous website for the past 15+ years.
I am a:
- child of God
This blog is likely to lean more heavily towards my professional ramblings. But I do reserve the right to get personal, with hopes that you will keep an open mind towards me professionally despite whatever dribble of mine you may find offensive or disagree with.
I am an accomplished software engineer with over twenty years’ experience, technically proficient in a wide variety of programming languages and platforms, and have enjoyed a dynamic career developing interactive, Enterprise-level web, mobile and thick client application systems for large organizations including world-renowned academic and health institutions, as well as for several contracting firms.
My mother died from pancreatic cancer in July 2009. She was 60 years old. My father died from pancreatic cancer in December 2013. He was 69. I always tell people I am an only child, but in reality I had an older sister who died at birth in December 1973.
I am a sinner. I have nothing to hide. I submit to the World Community at-large my deficiencies, up-front and perpetually forward as I open my life underneath the Internet microscope. I am a human being; and above all else, a child of God. I have made, and will continue to make mistakes. I am flawed. Without question, my character is marred with defects. And if you’re looking for hypocrisy in my words and actions, you’ll likely find it.
The sum total of my life experience is this: 1) The more I learn, the less I know; and 2) God is Love. Really, what else is there?
There is an idea of a [ c h r i s d o y l e ]; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable… I simply am not there.