Hi. My name is Jackson Griffith. Some of you know me by my middle name, which is Brian. I’m 55 years old, I currently live in Sacramento, California, and I’m single, or divorced if you’d like to get more specific. I’m generically American, genetically Scottish and some other stuff, including Bohemian and Choctaw, and I’m culturally Canadian. By trade I’m a longtime writer and editor (16 years at Tower Records Pulse magazine under my name or the nom-de-plume Nesbitt Bireley, then four and a half years at Sacramento News & Review as arts editor and, later, three years as a weekly columnist); by hobby I’m a songwriter, singer and guitarist. For you astrology buffs, I’m an 00 Aries 40 Sun with 26 Virgo 09 rising and 03 Pisces 30 Moon, the latter conjunct my 05 Pisces 33 Mercury. I could give you more but that might bore you. I tell people I’m 5’19” but I’m really 6’7″, so Mini cars and cheap airline seats can be a problem. I’m generally vegetarian, I’ve historically favored brunettes, my musical tastes range all over the map, from Scott Joplin to punk and electronica, with a big affinity for Americana, especially from Texas, and, believe it or not, I do enjoy romantic walks on the beach, with bonus points if we stumble across a labyrinth etched into the sand. I was born in Berkeley but grew up in Stockton; please don’t hold that against me. I don’t. I get around on a bicycle, because my jet pack is in the shop. My parents have both gone to that big gin rummy game and Dean Martin Friar’s Club roast in the sky, but I have a daughter in Chico, a brother in Portland, another brother in Olympia and a sister in Spokane. If I need to declare a religion it’s Buddhist, and I practice daily Vipassana (Buddhist insight meditation) and Metta (lovingkindness affirmations). I also practice recovery as laid out by a couple of guys in Akron, Ohio back in the late 1930s, as I’ve been clean and sober since September 1992, one day at a time. There’s probably more, but I can’t remember it right now.