- Bad grammar drives me nuts.
- I am addicted to traveling to far-flung places.
- I love to cook, but mostly only for other people.
- I want to plant more roses than I have space for in my garden.
- I think elephants are shockingly intelligent and emotionally complex.
- I used to be a competitive rower. Now I still row, but I’m pretty much an out-of-shape has-been.
- I love the idea of book club; I don’t usually love the execution.
- I’m pretty sure God is in mountains and deserts.
- I am so frightened by the sound of an alarm clock that I usually wake up just before it rings. I have one of those sunrise clocks now, so I can wake up to the light and not the alarm.
- I tried oysters for the first time on the beach in Namibia. They were good, but didn’t rock my world.
- I’ll do (almost) anything for people who can make me laugh.
- Exercise gives me a modicum of mental health.
- I cry at mushy TV ads.
- I have a freakishly good sense of direction, and I love maps. I get upset when people turn a map around to look at it any way but North up. That’s just plain wrong.
- I have an unreasonable passion for Lyle Lovett.
- I was engaged
oncetwice, but called it off. Right decision, both times. The first time it was a relief. The second time was excruciating and I’m not over it. - I can’t eat shrimp (they gross me out) or bell peppers (they taste like crap).
- I think the word “moist” is the ugliest word in the English language. “Rhubarb” is among my favorites.
- My dog is my role model for detachment and living in the moment. Also unconditional love. And also napping.
- I collect collective nouns.
- I rode the SF-to-LA AIDS Ride in 2000 with my sister Katie.
- Peonies are my favorite flowers.
- I have scars on my left forearm from being bitten by a bitch camel in the Sahara.
- I had a brief but torrid affair with the Moroccan dude who performed first aid on me post-camel-bite (see #23).
- My favorite red is Pinot Noir; my favorite white is Riesling.
- I think our names affect us profoundly.
- I love the smell of cigars and men. Hot.
- Strangers often bluntly ask me how tall I am, and I always want to have a clever retort, but I can never think of one in the moment, so I just tell them. (6’1” and a half).
- When I worked out of my home, I painted three of my office walls Chinese red. Loved it.
- I can’t whistle.


2 comments
16 April 2008 at 7:09 pm
Carrie
I love Lyle Lovett too! And I know a really super great Larry (but it’s not something I would name my kid).
31 March 2009 at 1:35 pm
Julia
I know someone who dated Lyle Lovett. And aren’t Saharan camels the meanest domesticated (using that term loosely) things you ever met? And you are bery, bery sneaky to find my sad little website which I luckily updated today. I think first thing this morning the ‘contact me’ page was pointing to some other random thing. And if you’ll send me your email address, I’ll return the favor and invite you to my no-mothers-allowed blog. And I know the difference between there, their, & they’re. Do people who don’t recognize that those are distinct and not interchangeable words drive you as crazy as they do me?