Kevin Flint was recently called a polymath, but immediately disqualified himself from being one when he had to look the word up in a dictionary. He is a painter, business exec, sculptor, designer, collaborationist, political scientist, pyromaniac, amateur physicist, outdoorsman, photographer, elected politician, builder, tinkerer, failed athlete, successful loafer, historian, US Marine, art director, bartender, deviant, author, performer, limerickist, logistics consultant, song writer, marketer, restaurateur, psychologist, pornographer, jack-of-all-trades, film maker, photo-journalist, aspiring cult leader and can field strip an assault rifle blind-folded. In the 80ís, he was a pretty good Centipede player.
On the liability side, he cannot keep house plants alive, is emotionally unavailable, and is a disturbingly poor singer.
He also has a serious fetish for writing bios about himself in the 3rd person. The past 3 minutes of typing got him very excited.
Finally, he is a firm believer that working together, people can engineer the greatest successes, or orchestrate the most spectacular failures.
He finds both end results amusing.