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What book most influenced you spiritually?
The first Buddhist book I ever read was Peace Is Every Step by Thích Nhất Hạnh and that definitely had an impact. A long and expensive impact. There was Rainer Maria Rilke’s Letters To A Young Poet, a very powerful book that I’ve read at least 25 times. Edmund White’s Nocturnes for the King of Naples took my breath away and haunted me for months, though meeting him and having dinner with him a few years later - with icky Matthew Stadler - turned me off immensely. And, of course, The Bible - for obvious reasons.
What song will always take you back to a happy moment?
Paul and Linda McCartney’s “Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey” is one. I was just a baby Eòin when that came out and only heard it at my heathen cousins’ house, but I remember it instilled me with the joy that is the magic of music. Brahms’ First Piano Quartet was also a very early love. And Blondie’s “11:59.”
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be, and why?
I would very much like to live in the Faroes Islands, but that would require speaking Faroese fluently as it would simply be rude to expect the Faroese people to have to communicate with me in any other language. Why? Because it’s beautiful and simple and the people are amazing.
As I mentioned unsolicited last night, I do love Tromsø in the far north of Norway. Again, there is the language barrier, currently, but Norwegian is infinitely easier than Faroese and Tromsø is enchanting. Also, again, because it’s beautiful and simple and the people are amazing.
If you could meet any celebrity living or dead, who would it be, and why?
I’ve thought about this question many times. It would probably be Judy Holliday before she got sick. Like take her lunch that afternoon after she told the House Un-American Activities Committee, in so many words, to stick it up their collective asses - in her own oh-so-special way.
If you were wealthy and could pursue any career, what would you choose and why?
I would paint, read books, and walk around my town buying lunch for kids and old people whether they could afford to buy their own lunch or not. The only conditions would be that they had to choose my lunch and tell me their stories. Also, I would give tons of my money to GLBTQ youth groups in countries where LGBTQ youth are most at risk. And have a pitbull rescue.
I suppose those aren’t really careers. As a job, if money were no object, I would raise goats and make goat cheese and goat yogurt. Milk them by hand, of course, and play with them every day so they made happy milk.
Football or baseball?
No. Nope. Ekkert af ofangreindu er rétt.
Cake or pie?
Pie. Always pie. Stone fruit pie. Very rarely cake, and then it has to be super dense and super moist. Basically a six-inch tall super brownie the size of a hubcap. This is just one of the reasons I hate birthday parties. I’ve never cared for fancy desserts and am lost in fancy restaurants when it comes time that you are obligated to have dessert.
I like things a farmer’s mother would make six of on a Saturday afternoon in autumn.
And pain au chocolat.
Most embarrassing thing you’re willing to admit?
I wrote a two truths, one lie post the other day and admitted to something pretty bad that absolutely know one knows about, but then decided not to post it. Let’s see …
I was a regular bed wetter until the age of 13, and even at 21 was still afraid to “stay the night” lest something untoward happen. and I could never speak to that person again.
Proudest moment you can recall?
How about just something I’m proud of rather than proudest moment, because I have no idea what that absolute might be?
On at least 20 occasions, I have deliberately worn outfits that more than didn’t match, or more than clashed, for the sole purpose of embarrassing a shallow boyfriend in front of his cunty friends.
If they were especially cunty, I would tell them how I just read “this amazing story by Samuel Beckett” in which an elderly man would shit himself every morning so that the nurses would have to clean him up - because it was the only time at that point in his life when he was ever touched. That, my friends, was a Show Stopper™.
Nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?
Howard Jones’ father drove me to the train station once.
In high school, my 10th grade English teacher made for me an audio recording on cassette - cheap Certron brand cassettes, no less - of Ordinary People from HBO because I wasn’t allowed to see it.
What was the scariest moment of your life?
Probably getting stabbed at 15, not because I was stabbed but because at that moment I saw the devil’s eyes. Or the closest ting to the devil’s eyes one can see since there’s no such thing. And, it wasn’t just seeing the devil’s eyes, it was knowing I had to live with them in the same house for 20 more months.