3/5/01

A bunch of random facts about Abbycat (y'know, the author of The Devil You Know):

Gender: male

Age: 40

Height: 6 feet, more or less.

Weight: too much to suit my vanity (or health).

Hair: still got it. (OK, Blonde. That's what the drivers license says, anyway.)

Eyes: work best when wearing glasses. (Drivers license says Green.)

Feet: L - 12, R - 11 1/2.

Residence: Austin, TX (moved 11/00 from Oakland, CA.)

Status: Divorced; one secondary relationship.

Mac or PC: Mac @ home, PC @ work.

"So, what do you do for work, anyway?": career temp.

Zodiac sign: Gemini. (If my mother ever remembers what time of day I was born, I'll know my rising sign too.)

Chinese year of birth: Rat.

Religious tradition: Society of Friends (Quaker).

Ice cream: anything with chocolate, mint chocolate chip excepted.

Foods: Vietnamese, Korean, Thai, Indian, Mexican, Middle Eastern. French fries with mayo. Fresh sushi. Chicken fried steak. Cheeseburgers, rare. In fact, pretty damn much anything except brussel sprouts and parsnips.

Place in family scheme: youngest of five.

Kiersey: INFX

Enneagram: 9.

Recent so-proud-of-myself feat: taught myself enough HTML to build this site.

Reads:

Dune
The Stand (unedited version)
Lord of the Rings
Joseph Conrad, Nostromo
Marge Piercy, Gone to Soldiers
Dashiell Hammett, Red Harvest
Joyce Maynard, Where Love Goes
Dan Simmons, Carrion Comfort
Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing
Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones
Nick Hornby, High Fidelity
James Ellroy, L.A. Confidential

Landscapes: deserts, estuaries, sandbars, redwood groves, riverbanks.

Hobbies: scribbling, backpacking, analyzing human behavior, cat-skritching.

Baker's-dozen desert island CDs:

Patti Smith, Horses
Pixies, Trompe Le Monde
Rancid, Life Won't Wait or Clash, 1st album (American version)
Peter Gabriel, Passion
Lloyd Cole, Love Story
Talvin Singh, OK
Sundays, Blind
Julian Cope, Peggy Suicide/Jehovahkill/Autogeddon
Todd Rundgren, A Wizard, A True Star
Midnight Oil, Earth and Sun and Moon
Shawn Colvin, Fat City
Soft Boys, Underwater Moonlight
Throwing Muses, The Real Ramona
(OK, so I cheated on the Julian Cope. But it's a trilogy, y'know? Like Lord of the Rings).

Indispensable electronics: pager, Palm Pilot, pinball machines, CD player in car.

Will walk a mile for: The KGB (or the kind, or the chronic, or the skunkweed, or whatever they call it where you are). Close runner-up: nitrous oxide (aka hippie crack).

Eschews the use of: alcohol, caffeine, nicotine.

No, I am not a: Mormon (for those who can't tell the difference between Quakers and Mormons: get a grip), vegetarian, hard-ass, fag, SNAG, tree-hugger, person who's easily defined.

Comics:

The Dark Knight
Watchmen
Preacher
Strangers in Paradise
V for Vendetta

Drives: 89 VW Golf with sunroof, moldy carpet and more scratches than there are stars in the sky.

Playboy or Penthouse?: Utne Reader.

Song to be played at my funeral: Simon and Garfunkel, "The Boxer."