You may notice that it’s a little late for my usual Monday post. That’s because I woke up with a case of the CannotEvens and have been running around like a headless chicken ever since. I’ll do better tomorrow, I promise.

1. When driving, are you more likely to listen to the radio, to CDs or an iPod, or nothing at all?

I go back and forth between the radio and my iPod. I also use my time in the car to make phone calls and/or schedule conference calls with picky clients.

2. Do you prefer window or aisle?

If I’m flying by myself, I like the aisle. If I’m flying with people I know, I like having the window. Either way, I prefer to minimize my contact with strangers.

3. Do you fall asleep on your side, back, or stomach? What position are you in when you wake up?

I fall asleep on my back and wake up on my left side. Every day.

4. When is the last time you attended a zoo, circus, carnival, county fair, or parade?

I went to the Nashville Zoo two summers ago. They had a dinosaur exhibit.

Oh you know, just chilling with a T-Rex.

Oh you know, just chilling with a T-Rex.

5. Do you have a favorite quote or inspirational saying?

My brother and I enjoy cheesy 90s inspirational quotes like “If you can dream it, you can do it!” and the “Hang in there” kitty poster. Beyond that, I’m not a big inspirational quote person. I have a favorite poem though. It’s this one:

Cascando by Samuel Beckett


why not merely the despaired of
occasion of

is it not better abort than be barren

the hours after you are gone are so leaden
they will always start dragging too soon
the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want
bringing up the bones the old loves
sockets filled once with eyes like yours
all always is it better too soon than never
the black want splashing their faces
saying again nine days never floated the loved
nor nine months
nor nine lives


saying again
if you do not teach me I shall not learn
saying again there is a last
even of last times
last times of begging
last times of loving
of knowing not knowing pretending
a last even of last times of saying
if you do not love me I shall not be loved
if I do not love you I shall not love

the churn of stale words in the heart again
love love love thud of the old plunger
pestling the unalterable
whey of words

terrified again
of not loving
of loving and not you
of being loved and not by you
of knowing not knowing pretending

I and all the others that will love you
if they love you


unless they love you

6. What’s the best thing about summer?

Going Up North.

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