Here, then, are those five little-knowns:
- Sources of deep-seated anxiety: clipping Yoki’s toenails (how much can I
take off?), mowing the lawn when there’s a possibility that small creatures
are lurking in there, and maneuvering in spaces like unfinished attics or
low-ceiling basements where the exposed ends of nails are just
millimeters from my head.
- I subscribe to the RSS feeds of seven del.icio.us.ers.
- In elementary school, one year was especially loaded with U.S. geography.
We could draw each of the fifty states for extra credit. I planned to do
all fifty, of course. I took to my dad’s drafting table (the surveying
business back then was stationed in two front rooms of the house). Alabama.
But damn!, Alabama has some some crazy jags in the SW corner. I skipped
to Colorado. Moved on to Utah and Wyoming, and, in a flurry of ambition,
finished with Nevada. Call it my Euclidean stage. Extra credit: +5.
- Despite being elected in a landslide as senior class pres late last
century (i.e., nobody else ran), I took no part in planning the most recent
reunion (didn’t attend, either). Soon thereafter, I noticed the neighbors
around here had "Impeach" signs stuck in their front lawns. How did they
- Exam preparation has taught me finally how to read (by which I mean
there’s most certainly been a phase transition in recent months). Regrettably
this transformation has come at the expense of drinking beer.