Some of you asked these questions a long time ago, so I'm really sorry that I'm only just now getting around to answering them.
Would you rather be a zombie or a mummy?
Would I rather eat brains or have leprosy? I think I choose the skin condition.
What bands are you listening to right now?
Lots of dreamy things, like School of Seven Bells, Grizzly Bear and I'm really enjoying Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti's latest Before Today.
Are you on Facebook?
I was on Facebook, but I recently deactivated my account. [You can read about why here.]
Best hangover food?
Mmmmm hashbrowns with tomatoes and cheese or banh mi. Also coconut juice and watermelon. I also really really like those 64oz lemonades from corner stores [but I've never been attacked before].
Have you ever been in love?
Yes. It is the most lovely rollercoaster. First you don't eat and there's a big bright shining light within and out of you, and everything is shaped and colored by your love. Then you both establish your level of in-loved-ness, which kind of looks like a flat line, with intervals of spiked peaks and valleys. Then the process of falling out of love is just as exciting, except it's the opposite direction, a straight decline. One wild ride.
What is the picture on your profile page?
If you're referring to the painting of the woman and the octopus on formspring, it's by amazing artist Monica Cook entitled Untitled [Self Portrait] 2008. If you mean the title picture on my blog with the pig and the woman, that is also by an amazing artist Charlie Isoe and it's called Will Be Home Late - Leave The Light On.
What is your best kiss ever?
I'm lucky to be able to answer that I've had quite a few that would have that distinction. Maybe one day I'll share them all but today, you get to hear about Geordie. He was 6 and I was 4. He had this amazing grey blue bomber jacket and I had this awesome white knitted jacket covered in red hearts. He used to come out of the bathroom, take one look at me, and pop the collar. I think he thought he was the Fonz or something. We would sit in the corner of the classroom and cover our faces with our jackets and play pretend kiss, by which I mean we would give each other quick successions of peck kisses. Until one day he upped the ante and touched his tongue to mine. I was hooked.
If you could live in any city, where you would you live?
This question boggles my mind, I want to live so so many places. I want to climb mountains like Heidi and stay in a Swiss chateau, the really old ones that look like cuckoo clocks [or is it the other way around?] An old Parisian apartment complete with the cornices and a beautiful, non functional fireplace. Northwest US, Spain, and island in Greece, maybe Ibiza. We haven't even talked about the southern hemisphere. There's too many places worth seeing.
Ask me anything.