It’s difficult to fully express who I am in a short essay, so instead her are assorted memories from my life. In no particular order:
Encountering a pair of grizzly bears while wading through an Alaskan river, and getting scared to within an inch of my life!
Spending a week at a swing-dance event in Iceland. It was a traveling event that started in Rejkjavik and ended up in Ólafsfjörður, a gorgeous village on a fjord (Google it!).
At 15, spending half a year in a small mountaintop crusader city in northern Israel. Aside from beautiful views and hikes, this city was also one of the country’s centers for art and for klezmer music.
My first time falling while lead climbing. The fall happened so fast that I don’t remember falling - I was suddenly ten feet lower and swinging from my rope. Seriously scary, and the worst was having to get back on the rock and try climbing it again!
Participating in a second-line funeral parade through Central Park.
Hiking in Tierre del Fuego, the southernmost tip of South America. Tierre del Fuego is only 600 miles north of Antartica, and contains some of the most amazing wild beauty I’ve seen outside of Alaska.
This is just a sampling of my memories, but I’d love to hear some of yours! What are the strongest memories from your life?
I don't live in SF, however I'm here so often (sometimes weekly) that I consider it a second home.
Reading and writing
Cooking delicious food
Baking cheesecake and sourdough bread
Food: Anything I cook is always tasty. I love finding hole-in-the-wall restaurants with amazing food. I love sushi, but after being in Japan I’ve become snobby about it. Good scotch, rye, rum, beer, wine, and delicious cocktails.
Music: My tastes run far and wide. I love Jazz from early New Orleans and Chicago trad jazz to the swing era to Mingus. Lots of 20th century pop and rock bands from the 50s on, depending on my mood. Classical music, klezmer, Balkan folk music, African drumming - the list goes on.
Not part of the category, but I really miss thunderstorms. I grew up with incredible thunderstorms that made you huddle inside afraid to go outside for fear of being washed away. I miss the rain streaking down at an angle, the lightening, and the steady sound of the raindrops punctuated by thunder. There’s nothing like the smell of the air after a good storm.
Favorite quote: Truth does not become more true by virtue of the fact that the entire world agrees with it, nor less so even if the whole world disagrees with it.