Robert D. Hughes. The D stands for Dixon. And no, I'm not related to Howard Hughes. Chicago, Illinois I was born on August 3, 1963. You do the math. I'm English, Irish, Welsh, and Norwegian. Basically I'm white. Birds and natural history (duh), computers, building Web sites, movies, politics, meteorology, reading, anything athletic. Because they don't need us and don't care about us, but we need them. In their eyes human beings aren't the center of the universe; they have their own lives to live. Find something you love to do and do it. Let this thing consume you. I believe that there are people who believe in God. Arctic Dreams by Barry Lopez. Anything by Stephen J. Gould. Contact. Any mob movie. A sense of humor. Warmth. Medgar Evers. Not seeing an Ivory-billed Woodpecker. I like both, but for different reasons. I like cats for their independence and I like dogs for their loyalty. Passionate, thoughtful, and down-to-earth. My eyes. I have 2: "The only gift is a portion of thyself" and "Fat, drunk, and stupid is no way to go through life, son." Laughter, curiosity, and a sense of wonder. Indecisiveness. Get a tattoo, eat bugs, or do the Macarena. Graduating from college, surviving 2 high speed car accidents without a scratch, and donating blood for 7 years. If I learned something new, saw something interesting, or did something productive. Arrogance. Bad manners comes in a close second. With my mind intact. Look at every sunrise and sunset you can. That's all.