we agreed that last friday's dinner was multi-dimensional in the mouth. and it was really fun eating in bellevue in irony. i dare say, i fancy you. and our midnight walk through ballard confirmed its pull on my periphery. the camel-colored brick apartment buildings from the 60s, the spinning lights inside the chai house, the cobblestones; they opened themselves to me. the importance that place plays in my life continues to marvel me. aesthetics has always my favorite field of philosophy. i'll always choose lace over logic. later, as we walked through the halls of our high school in the dark, we fogged up windows, cupping hands to eyes as we pointed out forgotten lockers and scoffed at the posters for tolo. when i was sixteen, i thought we would all become nautropaths or architects, or at least x-ray technicians. but some of us became tmobile managers at the mall, and some of us moved to wenatchee. it made me really happy though when you told me you ran into our high school's quintenential jock at the airport and that he was nice and kind and attending a bible college in california.
eventually, we dismissed ourselves and got back into the car for a drive through shoreline. oh, and thanks for giving me your mittens when my hands got cold—nice touch.
here are my answers to the proust questionnaire (proust-like, i omitted the questions i found less-intruiguing):
your favorite virtue: wittiness.
your favorite charicteristics in a man: able to make/fix things with his hands, generous, honest, dreadlocked.
favorite qualities in a woman: homemaking.
your favorite occupation: happenstancing.
your idea of happiness: falling asleep to the sound of wind beating canvas inside a candlelit yurt.
your idea of misery: finding meaning in the idea of a career.
your favorite flower: the peony
if not yourself, who would you be?: a well taken care of housecat with an attitute problem.
where would you like to live?: on a farm with chickens, llamas, goats and garlic.
your favorite prose authors: leif enger, tom hodgkinson, anne lamott, rob brezny.
your favorite poets: kim addonizio, richard siken, joshua marie wilkinson, mary cornish, erica jong, linda rogers.
favorite painters and composers: henry darger and audrey flack.
your favorite heroes in real life: nicole brown, faythe levine and modern homesteaders everywhere.
your favorite food and drink: my mom's macaroni and cheese with a side of broccoli and a big tall glass of ice water.
your favorite names: edison for a girl. easton for a boy.
your pet aversion: people freaked out by "the economic crisis."
what is your present state of mind?: it's in the midst of deprogramming itself from 15+ years of public education (indoctrination).
for what fault have you most toleration?: people who refuse to be practical. in the words of oriah mountain dreamer, "i want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human."
your favorite motto: all is well.