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What does Daddy Do?

 In a post by JB (manvdadhood) over at Dad's Round Table about intimacy, he started it off with a quote from a movie that has stuck with him on the subject, and I could immediately relate. I often think in movie quotes, and when ever someone asks what i do, i hear the former governor of California's voice, in a thick accent, delivering the line from 'Kindergarten Cop':
 "Who is yer Daddy, and what does he do?"
 Rarely do I think of "What do you do?" as a question that is simply answered by what one does to pay the bills. It is, for me, what we do with our lives, for fun, because we love it, and for others.
 I'm a father and a technologist. A futurist, philosopher, and an artist. This still doesn't encompass all that I am and can be a mouthful (especially when I say I"m a 'technofathfuphitist') but I do define myself by all that I do and I find that it is more than merely my job.
 How do you define what makes you you?


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