Kevin, the Queer Conservative, has tagged me to tell you 7 things you may not know about me. Let's get all MySpace for a moment, shall we?
1) I'm fairly certain that I will be run over by a car or bicycle in the streets of New York. This gives me a strange confidence in the face of more realistic dangers.
2) I, too, played clarinet as a young student. I wanted to play flute initially, but my mother and the music salesman convinced me that it was a girl's instrument, and forced me to buy a clarinet instead. I enjoyed it much more than I would have enjoyed the flute, as it gave me a chance to sit with the larger girls and gossip about the cute drummers.
3) I have very few meaningful or detailed memories of growing up, yet I have no personal traumas in my past that would explain this. My memories begin to fade almost immediately after forming them, and I end up telling people the same stories constantly. Yet I can still remember the ISBN code of a bookmark from when I worked at WaldenBooks in high school: 68180322.
4) When I was a toddler (according to my mother) I wandered back into the barnyard behind our house in Washington state just as the abattoir was chopping the head off of a steer that we were having butchered. As she swooped me up to take me back to the house, I peeked over her shoulder and told my mother, "That cow lost it's head!"
5) I'm very good at many things, but master of none. If I were younger I would probably have been put on ADD medication at an early age. Which probably helps explain my taste for stimulants.
6) I am neurotic about staying on straight lines, patterns and lighter colors when I walk through Manhattan.
7) I do not believe in the supernatural, but am absolutely convinced that this city has a personality greater than the sum of its parts. I feel lonely anywhere else.
Have a great holiday, everyone.