Okay, just a bit about me and what I do. For starters, I live on the island of Guam, a U.S. territory in the Western Pacific. I’ve lived here since 1993. Suffice to say I enjoy the island life, the ocean, the warmth, the people, and the adventures.

I was born in 1968, in St. Louis Missouri. Since I suspect only friends and family will be visiting this page, I don’t see any need to bore people with all the details. I lived in St. Louis until college, when I spent 4 years in Wisconsin. After college I ended up in graduate school in Missouri, and took the first opportunity that came to come to Guam.

I work as a database analyst for an insurance company on Guam. Generally I write SQL all day, analyze data, create reports, and develop databases. I find it mostly interesting. This page is part of my effort to play around with MySQL and PHP.

In my free time I paddle canoes, hike and camp, ride my mountain bike, enjoy the varied night life on Guam, read books voraciously, and piddle around on my computer.

And to what exactly does Tales of Brave Ulysses refer? Why the classic song by Cream that appears on Disraeli Gears (which happened to be a huge album the year I was born):

Tales Of Brave Ulysses
by Eric Clapton and Martin Sharp
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever,
But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun.
And the colors of the sea blind your eyes with trembling mermaids,
And you touch the distant beaches with tales of brave Ulysses:
How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing,
For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips.
And you see a girl’s brown body dancing through the turquoise,
And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea.
And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body,
Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
The tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell,
And you know you cannot leave her for you touched the distant sands
With tales of brave Ulysses; how his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing.
The tiny purple fishes run lauging through your fingers,
And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.

This song is very important to me, it carries a great deal of resonance in my life. Is it possible for a song to shape the course of a person’s life? This song certainly did for me.

I ran another weblog for several years at East of the Sun, West of the Moon, but made the switch to WordPress.
Welcome and enjoy.

4 thoughts on “Explications

  1. Patrick Bamba

    Hafa Adai, Tom!

    I just returned from a conference and after looking over the roster I noticed the name Beverly Strohmeyer from the Missouri Arts Council and wondered if you are related to her? Let me know.

    Pat Bamba

  2. Thomas Post author

    No, I’m sorry I don’t personally know Beverly Strohmeyer. I will ask around though, she is probably related somehow. There are quite a few Strohmeyers in the Missouri/Illinois/Kentucky area.

  3. Christian Leinenweber

    Please contact me via email, I have a couple of questions about Kevin Carolla- the guy that apparently fell to his death in your article titled, head like a hole or something very close to that. Thank you very much

  4. Paula Carolla

    I was searching my Brothers name in Guam Kevin Carolla and came across the above. Did you write an article about him?

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