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My self-summary
Golden rod and the 4-H stone: the things I brought you when I found out you had cancer of the bone. Your father cried on the telephone, and he drove his car to the Navy yard just to prove that he was sorry. In the morning through the window shade, when the light pressed up against your shoulder blade, I could see what you were reading.

Oh, the glory that the Lord has made and the complications you could do without when I kissed you on the mouth.

Tuesday night at the Bible study, we lift our hands and pray over your body, but nothing ever happens. I remember at Michael's house in the living room when you kissed my neck, and I almost touched your blouse. In the morning at the top of the stairs, when your father found out what we did that night, and you told me you were scared.

Oh, the glory when you ran outside, with your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied, and you told me not to follow you.

Sunday night when I cleaned the house, I find the card where you wrote it out with the pictures of your mother. On the floor at the Great Divide, with my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied; I am crying in the bathroom.

In the morning when you finally go, and the nurse runs in with her head hung low, and the cardinal hits the window. In the morning in the winter shade on the first of March on the holiday, I thought I saw you breathing.

Oh, the glory that the Lord has made, and the complications when I see His face in the morning in the window.

Oh the glory, when He took our place, but He took my shoulders and He shook my face, and He takes and He takes and He takes.

I am sardonic, earnest, and neither
What I’m doing with my life
Splitting my time between building chord progressions and smoothie reports. Keeping a pun concordance for future lyrical use. Trying to figure out what rhymes with "parable". Spending as many mornings as possible in my favorite coffeeshop. Making out with the guitar, pretty sure that my cello is getting jealous. Making as many travel plans as possible, and swearing that I'll actually follow through on this one this time.
I’m really good at
I am really good at only two things, but I've already covered those.

I'm marginally proficient in:

Super Nintendo titles. Nostalgia. Devil's advocacy. Boarding planes. Social voyeurism. Staring out the window. Overanalysis. Procrastination. Apologies. Retreating into my shell. Underanalysis. CAPS LOCK and italics.
The first things people usually notice about me
My hair, which is constantly inconsistent. What people DON'T usually notice about me is that my nose lists approximately 5 degrees to the left. So if I cock my head ever so slightly to the right, you'll see that my nose is looking right at you.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
a) Uh... Ender's Game? I should admit that I'm chronically underread, these days.

b) I'm a real sucker for most movies, really; my enjoyment tends to run against the grain of taste. Everyone else seemed to hate Darjeeling Limited, for instance.

c) Music really is my dearest love, and it consumes the vast majority of my brain cycles. A few of the bands that have really grabbed me and shaken me over the years: Yo La Tengo, Death Cab for Cutie, The American Analog Set, Sufjan Stevens, Kings of Convenience, The Smiths, Pedro the Lion, Pinback, Stereolab, and I hope next on the list is whatever you're really into right now.

d) In this order: Meats, fruits/vegetables, breads, dairy.
The six things I could never do without
I need sarcasm and honesty, and I switch between them constantly. My dearest friends and relationships have always been with those who do the same.

I'm rarely decaffeinated these days, but I think I may be leaving my first love (coffee) for another (tea).

I'd be remiss to exclude my need and desire for faith. This takes on many forms.

I get so stoked someone tells me about the pursuit of their passion. It gets me stoked on pursuing mine.

And including music in this list feels a little put-on -- but I really don't think I could live live without it.
I spend a lot of time thinking about playing in C is so easy on the cello, how playing in C# is so hard, and how both are basically the same thing on the guitar with the use of a capo.

Maybe I can build a cello capo.
On a typical Friday night I am
...squeezing 10 pounds of activity into a 5 pound bag.

UPDATE: I've got this down to 8 pounds, and I'm shooting for 7 by the end of the year.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Christian Democrat
You should message me if like at least three of the six things I could never live without. Except sarcasm. I was definitely joking about the sarcasm.