To borrow from superhero cliché, by day I am a mild-mannered gen-exer, playing catch-up in the fast-paced, techno world; a geologist among engineers and someone who hasn’t had a decent English/literature course since high school some time in the previous century. A busy, social, yet introverted guy, this Ken is rather normal.
Some people are schitzo – sorry, the term is bi-polar now. Some have their alter-egos, doppelgangers, their evil monkeys. Ken-Neth is not this. There is no true separation; no distinct personality difference. They exist as two endpoints on an entirely connected spectrum. Is it Ken who reads in his spare time, or is it Neth? Yes. I am Ken’s inner-geek expressed, his outlet.
The cynical view is that I was created to alleviate tedium when the geologist, Ken, is chained to a computer in the office. Neth is nothing more than a waste of time. The creative bull shit artist would spin Neth into a necessary outlet for creativity that encourages the quick, logical, yet out of the box thinking that makes Ken so good at what he does. Whatever.