Ten Fingers, 6 Strings: "Who the Devil <em>Are</em> You?"

June 12, 2007

"Who the Devil Are You?"

This blog started as just a place for an extremely curious, yet dim-witted numskull, to write freely about world events and politics, which was born out of my passion for history and recent world events. Due to the complete lack of desire for any name recognition or personal praise, I authored under the pseudonym: Ten Fingers 6 Strings (TF6S). Seeing the disaster that the blogosphere has devolved into with the personal attacks and internet trolls on political and world event blogs, I'm very relieved that I made this decision.

The five of you who read this site know that I lost my appetite for writing about politics a while back because I've pretty much said all that I've wanted to say. Now my passion is just for writing about life, adventure, exploration and pursuing my passions.

Because of this, this blog has taken on a very personal tone and will continue to do so for as long as I care to keep it running. I like writing about life from my perspective and I like writing about things that inspire instead of inflame (mostly). It forces me to be more vulnerable and open to myself and to the world around me; this is a deliberate and intentional path that I want to follow and hope to bring the reader something imperfect, yet honest.

This leaves me with a problem: how can I be "open" and "vulnerable" to those reading this blog if you don't even know who I am? Well, actually, many of you do know me in real life, but there is a chance that many of you don't and I have no idea how many people have walked away from here wish they did (I'm guessing two, maybe three, tops?).

So it is time to come clean and reveal the man (thing?) behind the curtain: I am Doug Heinz from San Francisco, California, via the 'burbs of Philly and Indiana University. I like running, swimming, aerobics, long walks on the beach at sunset...

Sorry, this is supposed to be a serious moment--This is the guy who you are reading (it better be everyday!) and I hope to see you around for the rest of the Everest/Tibet/Nepal stories, at least, and hope that someone with millions of dollars reads this and feels compelled to fund my next adventure.

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Note: blogroll update coming soon.

Posted by 10 fingers 6 strings at June 12, 2007 09:41 PM

Comments

Darn, you're THAT cousin? I thought you were somebody else...

Posted by: Michigan cousin at June 12, 2007 11:03 PM

Yep. I think I owe you ten-bucks too...

Posted by: TF6S at June 13, 2007 07:12 AM

Yo dude:

We'll need to pick a launch date for CW...

Posted by: Kyle at June 13, 2007 09:52 AM

How are you supposed to fight crime now?

Posted by: Ian Wood at June 13, 2007 03:17 PM

With the cunning use of my ninja skills.

Also, take a look at the picture in this post--I hadn't showered for days, and if I could somehow bottle that smell, I could destroy cities faster than you can say, "Ode to Yak."

Posted by: TF6S at June 13, 2007 04:18 PM

You really could be any random person in that photo given your eyes are shaded, you have the beard going on, and, well, your smell actually radiates through the internet and causes people to turn their heads in revulsion thus getting only short glimpses of the photo.

Are you related to the famed Heinz family of Ketchup or Catsup fame...depending how you like your ketchup spelled. I like the K spelling myself, and Heinz is definitely that way to go when it comes to that "is it a fruit is it a vegetable" condiment that goes great with Freedom Fries.

Now that I know your real identity I can tell you what I and the other 2 readers of this site think about you.

Nothin but love bro. Nothin--but--love. Glad you're back.

Posted by: uncle rick at June 13, 2007 07:14 PM

Well, I think everyone should know the real identity of Uncle Rick, who really is some guy who emailed me asking about "setting up a wrestling match in a baby pool filled with Ketchup..."

Nothing-but-love, bro. ;-)

Seriously though, if you could smell that photo, you'd want to take one of those rocks behind me and smash your nose until it got rid of the stank.

Even the yaks ran away.

Posted by: TF6S at June 13, 2007 10:59 PM