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My self-summary
When the end of the story comes back to the beginning—
has to come back to the beginning—if there was to be any real meaning. So I am living about five minutes from the hospital in which I was born. With the twenty year gap in between, I am a native Minneapolitan who has become too much like so many native St. Paulites from my youth who never crossed over into Hennepin County to eat or work or play. Maybe once a week. In forty years of Minnesota living, I have never lived in the suburbs but am intrigued to start visiting more suburbs, along with writing a better self-summary. But like a English teacher once told us, never reveal too much on the first page.
What I’m doing with my life
I am more eloquent with the written than the spoken word, except for my self-summary. So far...
I’m really good at
Remembering. Names. Remembering dates.

And square dancing. "First you put your two knees close up tight....and you swing them to the left and you swing them to the right."
The first things people usually notice about me
I ask thought-provoking questions.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Dear Committee Members by Julie Schumacher, The Lost by Daniel Mendelsohn. A Book of Migrations by Rebecca Solnit. Noble Rot by William Echikson. Arc of Justice by Kevin Boyle. Bodies In Motion by Thomas Lynch. The Banality of Goodness: The Story of Giorgio Perlasca by Enrico Deaglio. Leonard Koppett's Thinking Fan's Guide To Baseball. Anam Cara by John O'Donoghue. Telling by Patricia Francisco Weaver. Anything by David Remnick and everything by any National Book Award Winner. More recently, The Round House by Louise Erdrich. And of course, Flannery O'Conor's A Good Man Is Hard to Find.

The Sarah Polley movie "Stories We Tell."

Maybe only movies from books — why?

“I read because my competitors read.” To find out the Truth. To sort out the Truth. To be with a person with a beautiful mind. It is the thing that I love the most. To read to escape or to be transported somewhere, you get all these other lives.

The music of Lockjaw Davis. And I know it is time to go to sleep when I hear in my head the theme song of the Patty Duke Show.
Six things I could never do without
This category seems to be tangible THINGS, not people:
1) Hot water
2) Goose down pillows
3) A glass of orange juice in the morning
4) The written word from near and far
5) A pen to save a thought to later elaborate on, in writing.
6) A toilet plunger, to not elaborate.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
If cows laughed, would milk come out of their noses?

The powerball number. How legal briefs mostly never are. The declaration page of the life insurance policy. How legal the language, with exclusions and conditions in place, before searching for the unconditional 'Til death do us part' coverage. Workers compensation and the non-compete clauses, in the world of independent contractors. Common law marriage and independent contractors as to the fit into the sanctity of marriage with prenuptial agreements, and how it all works.

The vintage. The goodness and freshness of a vintage. So the times you were born into determined your goodness? Or the place? When even after 200 answers on a relationship theme of OKCupid, if the real goal was goodness, where are the questions about goodness? And was it, like wine, determined by the previous summer moisture of your life, as well the heat of August? Or just by the terroir of where the grapes grew and the roots tried to reach deeply with the help of the previous summer's moisture? And how in the battle for the heart and the mind of a mate, did a couple at this chapter of life keep a freshness, after the tension from shared fertility no longer is there? Was I just looking for someone to share wine with, for goodness' sake?

I spent time noticing the missing discussion on OKCupid about love. When you come up blank. When you are born blank. And your parent(s) had to create on you. I spend time thinking about all the decisions between good and evil, thinking about the truth about love, when you are born blank: how many people are genial and supercompetent on the surface while a cataclysmically intense world churns just inside, in terms of inner growth? Psychologists say that humans are capable of only five or six loves in a lifetime. Since the average person falls in love 2.5 times in life, one good lesson is, be truthful and don't use them up too quickly.

I think a lot about humor, lightness, ghosts and the meringue on banana cream pies. And my intensity within come with this same kind of lightness, if you care to dig in. So as complexity stymies rational thinking in terms of growth, dedication or passion?
On a typical Friday night I am
awake until 1 am.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Noticing the leaning of love for the feline family, never have I chewed khat.
You should message me if
If you have a degree of sweet-natured screwball wackiness, where a thesaurus would find us referenced on the same page more as synonyms than antonyms when it came to themes and meaning -- and beyond taking someone at face value you have filled out a profile in a substantive manner indicative of the separation between the two different types on OK Cupid 1) Those whose profile look as if they actually care by responding to at least 99 questions 2) and those that didn't. Do you ever look for the power generated by one who actually cares? Someone of substance.

From out of the universal theme, there is the unsettling experience, again, when nothing changes if 85 percent here all think alike. The unsettling invisible threat is in this ease of being the same, if you watch too much of the mass media, if you define yourself too much as in the audience rather than one who creates. Hopefully being 'the same’ is not the goal, but you also are one of the Affiliated.
The two of us