Pigeons!

So, I'm a member of a dating site. Blah Blah, yadda yadda. Ok, we got that out of the way. So anyway, on this site there's a stage you reach with a “match” where you ask 3 short answer questions. You can make up your own or choose from a bunch they have there already. So I get to this stage with this woman, who I must confess seems intriguing. And after she answers my questions and it's her turn, she asks me these three questions:

“What do you think of civilization?”
“What is your opinion of pigeons?”
and
“What do you most like to do on a day off?”

Now, the last one is one of the default questions you can choose, and is also one of the questions I'd asked her. But the first two, are very not. Now you see why I'm intrigued. I've always been fond of people that don't go out of their way to do or behave as society expects them to. So I'm not sure if she's having fun with finding new ways to jump through the hoops that this site presents potential matches, or if she is somehow deeply concerned about my opinion of pigeons. I'm guessing the former. Obviously, 1000 characters (that's letters and spaces, not words) is vastly insufficient to explain my thoughts on civilization, but I gave it a go. Here's my answer to the pigeon question:

Pigeons are cool. I was out in a local historical park on Sunday and I remember actually thinking to myself that pigeons are beautiful creatures. I think they've evolved to the point where they're entirely dependent upon humans for survival, which is never good, but other than the mess they occasionally leave on my car, I will accept their existence amicably.”

I then answered the question of what I like to do on a day off as follows:

“Ponder civilization and the role of pigeons therein.”

I was severely tempted to leave that alone as my answer. But I was a good boy and went on to give a real answer after that.

So what do you think, are these questions a creative and amusing brush off? Or might she actually be interesting? Here's an even more important question: Why am I discussing my dating site activities on my blog? Sheesh.


Here's another one for the seeing people I know on TV file. If any of you are TV junkies (and most likely you aren't if you know me and read my blog, but maybe you are, I dunno) and you watched both episodes of “Deal or No Deal” last night (Or just the second one) then you were treated to none other than Greg Magnuson, lead singer of my former band (called, appropriately, Magnuson) in drag. My good friend and former band-mate, on a game show, in drag. Fortunately he let me know in advance, so I got it on DVR. If we are successful in pulling the episode off the DVR, I'll see if I can shrink his bit down to post it here. It was hilarious and creepy. All at the same time.

 

“Memories, Despite the Open Wounds, Are all Fine Reasons To Struggle”

Thanks to Kelley for the lyric that makes the ideal title for this post. I wanted to tell you the story of my first love. Everyone has one, and it always leaves an impression on you for the rest of your life. Mine was no different, and it left me with an air of magic that I carry with me to this day. It made me believe, right from the beginning, that there is something more than what meets the eye to this world, and that impression has helped shape who I am.

Part one:
I was ten. Ten was a very transitional period in my life. Just about every aspect of my life changed that year. And then you throw Laura into the mix. But I'm getting ahead of myself. This was the year that my parents decided to enroll me in a private school, because I just wasn't fitting in in public school, and I just wasn't getting along with school. Most of my life I've felt like I was on the wrong planet, and my school experience up to the time I was in 4th grade only strengthened that notion. Also around this time, My Dad, brother and I had just returned from the first of our 2 big cross-country road trips around the USA. We had just logged over 5000 miles in our station wagon over two weeks, so when my Mom told us that we were going down to Charlotte for the weekend, the two hour drive felt like it was just a short hop around the corner. The destination of our jaunt was my Mom's old college roommate's house in Charlotte. Supposedly I had met or known her and her children since my birth, but I had no memory of any of them when we arrived. Perhaps I had been too young at our last meeting for it to stay with me. But what did stay with me was the first impression made on my by My mom's friend's (Ellen) middle daughter, Laura. Now you all know how foggy my memory gets after just a few hours, much less 24 years (ouch), but I'll retell it as best as I can remember it, with as little embellishment as possible. As I remember it, Laura singled me out right away. I think she tackled me and started a tickle fight. That's the way to make an impression on a 10 year old boy. We were inseparable that whole weekend. It freaked me out. I'll spare you all the cliches about “how I didn't understand what I was feeling” and so forth and so on. But I still remember very vividly what I was feeling that weekend. Now, I've heard people say that they don't believe in love at first sight, but they believe in lust at first sight. Well, this was not lust. I was ten. I didn't know how to lust. There was nothing sexual at all, it was on another level altogether. I can't describe it. But I still feel the impression it made, to this day. I remember going to “Discovery Place” with her and our siblings. That place will always hold a special place in my heart. Since we were 10, our parents didn't see a problem with us all sleeping in the same room (along with my older brother and her younger sister) or sharing a tent together in the back yard. I still remember how she slept with her head on my shoulder that first night. Or, when a strange dog wandered into the yard the second night (while we were in the tent), how she pretended to be afraid and jumped into my sleeping bag. And most of all, I remember how I was pretending to be asleep while she was writing unknown messages on my bare back with her finger. I didn't know what to do or say, I wasn't prepared for something like that to happen. I was sitting in the back part of the station wagon as we pulled away from her house, waving goodbye until she faded out of sight. I think I gave her my address and asked her to write me, but I don't remember. She wouldn't write me, though. At least, not for a while.

Part Two:
I was 16. I had been having a series of strange dreams. I know, nothing unusual for me, but these seemed to have something specific in common. They all brought back a sense of things as I had felt them on that weekend 6 years prior. These dreams seemed to be telling me something that I couldn't quite understand. And I got the strange feeling that they were from Laura. It seems odd, but that's the impression I got. By this time, I had attended that private school for four years (all of middle school) and was now back in public high school for 2 years. It was towards the end of my sophomore year.  During my years at the private school, they had actually given us a seminar on meditation and the use of creative visualization to bring about change in your life by visualizing what you want. This has always been an effective technique for me. So I decided to employ this meditation technique in an experiment. I had already decided that I was getting dreams from Laura, and so it was time to send a reply. So one night, I got myself into my meditative state, and envisioned myself flying out my window, down the driveway onto the street, and I visualized every turn on the road that led to Laura's house, which I remembered. I visualized her house, flying in to her window, seeing her asleep in her bed, and I projected my thoughts into hers. Here is what I said:

“Hello, I don't know if you remember me or not, but I've been having these strange dreams lately and I've gotten the impression that they were from you somehow. If you have been wanting to contact me, you should”.

And, in the dream, I gave her my address and phone number.

Two weeks later, it was the Monday after Easter, I got a letter from her. I still remember that day. I was riding home from school with my brother and he stopped at the mail box. He pulled the letter out of the box and teasingly said something like “OOOOH! You got a letter from Laura.” (He knew that I had liked her, all those years ago). It seemed as if the world screeched to a halt for a few seconds. No sounds, no breathing, my vision faded. Had she actually received my dream? Had my insane meditation experiment actually worked? Did she have lingering feelings for me after all these years, too? All of these things were running through my mind simultaneously in a big jumble. I'm tempted to go get the letter, which I still have, and reprint it in full. But I'll spare you. Yes, I'm a sentimental fool. In the letter, as I remember it, was Laura, somewhat awkwardly re-introducing herself and telling me about herself.
She was apparently quite pleased to receive my reply within the week. We began to send letters to each other weekly. I was awash in uncertainty and still not knowing what to do. Eventually it was decided that we would get together. The initial, unofficial plan was for me to borrow a car from my parents and go see her for the weekend and go to Carowinds (amusement park). This wasn't shocking, since our parents knew each other quite well, and were actually pleased that we'd taken an interest in one-another. The plan was shot down on a technicality, however. Since I had only recently gotten my driver's license, my parents would only let me go if my brother went with me to drive. My brother would only go if he could bring his girlfriend. And, if my brother was to bring his girlfriend, it would have to be a day trip, and the plans for a weekend were scrapped. I was bummed, because Laura had been wanting to play piano for me, since I had sent her tapes of my playing guitar. So the big day arrived, but it didn't arrive without first robbing me of my senses and riddling me with unnecessary fear. We retraced the route that I still remembered over the two hour drive to Charlotte. Picked up Laura, and we were off to Carowinds. But, for the whole day I was gripped with senseless fear. When it was obvious that the time was right to hold her hand, I was afraid. When it was obvious when she huddled up to me on the roller coaster that I should put my arm around her, I was afraid. And when we were saying goodbye and it should've been painfully obvious that I should kiss her, I didn't. Every opportunity that presented itself, I either didn't recognize, or was afraid to capitalize on. So as the same station wagon pulled out of that same driveway I once again watched as Laura faded from sight, only this time there was no wave goodbye, as she turned to go back into the house. Over time, her letters became less frequent. We lost touch for a long while. Then, through chance, she met my good friend Reuben at NC School of the Arts one summer, and, coincidentally, wound up living a few doors down from him in college at Duke (I've always like smart women). So I went to visit Reuben one weekend, with my good friend Kelley in tow (She was very interested in Reuben at the time, and they are still close friends as well). This was another 5 or so years later.  Reuben invited Laura over, and we all had dinner together, but whatever spark there had once been, she had left far behind. So, the first of my soul-mates was lost to me forever. She wouldn't be the last. But that is a story for another time…

Happy Spring!

Spring is upon us. The 23 degree tilt in Earth's axis together with the ellipse of it's orbit have combined to pass the threshold of the equinox and for the next 3 months our days will grow in length until the next solstice when day length peaks and then begins to decline again. For the next six months we, in the northern hemisphere, will experience more daylight than darkness. It was today that the sun rose at it's eastern most point in the sky, and will set the closest to due west that we will see until the first day of autumn. The first day of both Spring and Autumn are also known as “Equinox's”, a term which literally means “equal night” alluding to the fact that the sun is up in the sky for precisely 12 hours, or half the day, with an “equal night” of 12 hours. For those of us north of the equator, the arrival of spring ushers in weather that grows gradually warmer, the arrival of migratory creatures (mostly birds and insects), the awakening of hibernatory creatures, and the budding and blooming of plants of all kinds.

Spring has come to symbolize a time of hope as it is the time when the day outgrows the night, thus the symbolic victory of light over dark. It has historically been a time of relief as well, for it means that we have survived the winter's harsh weather and that we can enjoy several months of more comfortable weather, and the arrival of fresh crops and better hunting.

 

For those of us in Southern California, however, it merely means slightly less rain. Happy Spring!

Lost

Through the years and through my fears
It's come to this again
I've come to seek your wisdom old friend

Over time its underlined
Just how I lost my way
Yet I still don't know what to say

Make it so I can still believe
But I know I cannot know and so
Let this be the last thing I see
Until I find a home

Open minds are open eyes
that see in other ways
I don't want to see this today

All along it all goes wrong
until we learn to fly
we can only fall from hopes so high

Make it so I can still believe
But I know that I cannot know and so
Let this be the last thing I see
Until I find home

And if I don't make it 'cuz I waited 'til my time was all gone
And if I don't make it I will fake it so you won't know what's wrong
And if I don't make it I can take it 'cuz I've sung this same song
And if I don't make it will you take me home

And Make it so I can still believe
But I know that I cannot know and so
Let
this be the last thing I see
Until I find home

Movie Review: 300, Xerxes Gets a Bad Rap

Any student of history is familiar with the famous battle between the Persians and the Greeks at Thermopylae. It is one of the more fascinating true stories in ancient history. Probably the most engaging book on the subject is actually found in the fiction section, entitled “At the Gates of Fire” by Steven Pressfield. The book tells the story of the battle in flashback as seen through the eyes of a fictional survivor. It also offers great insight into what is known of the Spartan lifestyle and culture. The reason I'm going on about this book is that it was also to be made into a movie but was halted, as far as I know, in pre-production due to the more rapid development of “300″. While “300″ has definite artistic value, it's historical value is nullified by its blatant inaccuracies. I simply wish that “The Gates of Fire” had won the footrace into production rather than “300″, because it is not likely that a movie studio will spend any money on a project that tells the same story as a movie that has already been released.

I'll not go into describing the events of the movie, because most people already know the story of the famous battle. I will cover what I liked and didn't like about this telling of it. First of all, it is important to note that “300″ is not actually based directly on the history of the battle, it is actually based on Frank Miller's nicely done Graphic Novel about the battle. It is also important to note that the graphic novel merely used the true historical events as a foundation upon which to create a story, rather than just a graphic presentation of the historical facts. This is something I had to remind myself again and again while watching “300″. One of my concerns, however, is that some less informed people may watch this movie not knowing any better, and accept this version of the story as historically accurate, when it is not.

Here are several points where this movie may mislead people in its presentation of the story:

In the movie, Xerxes is presented as being an evil conqueror intent on enslaving all that stand in his way. He is shown on a litter carried by slaves. His traveling palace is depicted, as my roommate described it, as “Xerxes house of debauchery” where slaves dance and writhe nakedly in an orgy of self indulgence.

In truth, from what I've read, the Persian kings descended from Darius the Great (Xerxes' father) abhorred slavery, and did not tolerate its practice. The Greeks (including the Spartans) did practice slavery. Th Persians were also famous for allowing conquered states to maintain their own leadership and ways of life. This led to conquered lands that saw no reason to revolt, for the most part, and solidified the Persians' control over their subjects. It has been said that many of the Persian empire's conquered lands actually had their quality of life greatly improved, in much the same way as the conquered roman provinces many centuries later. The Xerxes of  “300″ resembles the historical figure in name alone.

In the movie, Leonidas sought the advice of an oracle, which was presented as an adolescent girl that was drugged into a trance like state where her visions originated. The girl was controlled by a group of lecherous, and leprous, priests that were constantly provided with new oracles that were selected from among the most attractive young women in the kingdom. The oracle explicitly said that Sparta shouldn't go to war (Because the priests had been bribed by Persia, etc.)

This is entirely made up. There was no inbred leprous group of priests. Not much is known of the oracle, but I know it wasn't as shown in “300″. Leonidas, as all Spartans, did place a great deal of faith in the Oracle, and sought out its advice. But what the oracle said in real life was something to the effect of “If Sparta does not go to war, it will fall. If Sparta does go to war, we will mourn a great king”. (I'm quoting from memory, don't expect it to be exact). Leonidas took this to mean that he was the great king that would be mourned, and that it was his duty to go to battle with Persia and die, and that his sacrifice would save Sparta.

There are two reasons that these inaccuracies bother me. One is that the real story, in my opinion, is just as interesting, or even more so. Why change it? Why make up stuff when the truth as we know it is interesting enough? Two is that there will be plenty of people who go see this movie who won't know that it is based on a graphic novel rather than the true events who will walk away from the movie believing these inaccuracies to be how things really happened. I can totally understand why Iran is so upset about this movie. Of course, the Iranians can rest assured that any Americans who know little enough history to believe this presentation also won't know that Persia is known today as Iran.

My other beef with the movie is the overly long, and entirely unnecessary sex scenes. They didn't fit with the flow of the movie and seemed to be entirely gratuitous. Also, the scene of the oracle's trance, while stylish, was far too long, seemingly only to give more opportunities for the oracle's nipples to be exposed. And finally, the scene in “Xerxes house of debauchery” was also way too excessively long. We get the idea pretty quick, no need to keep beating it in. Look, I'm no prude when it comes to sexuality and nudity in movies, but here it all seemed so contrived and wholly unneeded, which contrasted with how much screen time it was given. Maybe its a graphic novel thing that I don't understand that it has to be..well…graphic?

Overall, the movie was very stylishly presented. The visual presentation was very enjoyable, the action was very good. The battles were a little on the graphic side for some, but nothing unrealistic (even if it seemed they were focusing on the gore, rather than the big picture sometimes). I'm happy that this film didn't forget the 7000 Greek soldiers that accompanied the “300″ to Thermopylae, as many mythic tellings of the tale often do. In closing, I recommend seeing the movie, but not to view it as a “true story”.

Words for a song yet to be written

With my face pressed against this window to the world
searching for something new in an unchanging view

Shunning the day for the night
Where will we go?
Will we know?
Or will we find
That the day has arrived?
How will we tell?
Just as well,
We're out of time.

When the night starts to burn as hot as day,
What that we've learned will survive?
When time starts to flow too fast for pain,
From endings, begginings arrive.

Climbing to day from the shade
Fighting for breath,
Fighting death,
Reaching through space,
To the place
We'll arrive.
Will you be there?
will you care,
or will you hide?

Eternity reaches down and finds me here,
In slumber awaiting the dawn.
Memory employed to stave off fear,
Light fades as hope is now gone. 

A Good Sign

My dad is a life-long, conservative, nearly 69 year old Republican. Our political views have almost always been at odds. Now, we don't let our differing opinions affect our relationship, but they've always been there. He voted for George W. Bush, he even used to vote for Jesse Helms. Yeah, I know. He has also had a disbelieving chuckle, or simply turned a deaf ear to all of my talk of how things like the Patriot Act and corrupt politicians are slowly but surely stripping away our freedoms and everything that makes America what it is. Now, during his visit this past weekend, we had our usual brief conversation about politics, and I was surprised and amazed to hear him refer to our government as “approaching socialism, bordering on fascism”. Now, my conservative father has always inherently trusted that our government has our best interests in mind. Sometime in the past year, he has stopped believing that, and has awakened to a new realization based on what his senses and his common sense are telling him. This turn-around was not a result of me convincing him to see things my way, it was based on his own observations and experiences. Now, you may ask why I named this entry “A good sign”. Well, I think it is a fantastic sign that someone like my dad was speaking of the way this country is headed with a definite defiant tone. If people like my dad are finally waking up to what's going on, and getting angry about it, then I think there is hope for this country changing its course after all.

Coincidence or Cosmic Powers?

In my “Random Facts” blog, I had some questions about some of the items listed. The most common questions were regarding the incident with the psychic, but that requires a little bit of digging to fill the holes in my memory, so I'll expound on that when I've had the chance to refresh my memory with the others that were present. Another one that someone had asked me about (at least they think they did, I may have imagined it, and it can be difficult to separate reality from imagination) was item #`10 which reads:

I used to be able to influence physical reality through intense
concentration (or so I thought) that enabled me to injure a bully from
a distance, and to change the outcome of a world series baseball game.
Maybe it was coincidence, but neither event has been adequately
explained to me.

I figured I could use some more input on the incidents mentioned above, and maybe get a feel for if I'm the only one that thinks them to be more than coincidence. I'll start with the first one:

I was in sixth grade, about 12 years old. This was around the age when my first epic dream occurred. The private school I was attending, New Garden Friends School (NGFS), was on a week-long field trip to New York City. At this time there was a class bully named Kenny that had decided that he didn't like me. I don't know why he hated me so. Perhaps there was some reason, something I had done to him that I don't remember, but I don't remember knowing why he wanted to beat me up at the time. During this field trip, we were staying at a beautiful, large old mansion in Yonkers that belonged to a relative or friend of one of our teachers. One day, we had some down time, and all the kids were out in the very large yard playing soccer, among other things. I was never much of an athlete and always somewhat of an outcast, so I wandered off by myself. I found a nice little path through some woods that led to a clearing, in the middle of which was a tire swing hanging from a huge old oak tree. I hopped up on the swing and just swayed back and forth, enjoying the quiet and solitude. After a few minutes, Kenny came along, apparently quite pleased at the opportunity to find me alone, and isolated from the rest of the kids and teachers. Now, here's where my memory seems off. As I remember it, this tire swing was so high off the ground, that Kenny couldn't even reach me. If it was that high, how did I get up on it? There may have been a ladder or something, I don't remember. But anyway, Kenny says to me, “Come down from there so I can kick your ass.” To which my response was, naturally, “ummm….no?” So Kenny says, “You'll have to come down from there some time, and when you do, I'll be waiting.” And he went off back down the path to rejoin the other kids playing soccer. This made me angry. I didn't understand why he wouldn't leave me alone and I became filled with rage. Now, rage is something I've only felt a handful of times in my life, and I tend to turn it inwards rather than unleashing it upon the world. This time, however, something altogether different happened. Somehow I knew what to do. As I remained on the tire swing, I closed my eyes. I pressed a tightly clenched fist against my forehead, and felt all the muscles in my body tense up at once. I sat there for several seconds, shaking with rage and tensed muscles. Then, a picture came into my mind. I could clearly see the yard back at the house where the kids were playing soccer. I could see Kenny running and kicking with them. I focused the image in on Kenny's left leg, until my mind's entire field of vision was dominated by his leg, and then I released. I relaxed. My muscles relaxed and I opened my eyes. I don't remember if I felt any different, or if I had some idea that I had done something. At this time, I decided to hop down off the tire swing, and walk back to the yard where the other kids were. What I saw when I got there gave me chills. Kenny was lying on the ground, crying, clutching his left leg. I asked one of the other kids what happened. “I don't know, he just cried out, collapsed, and grabbed his leg”, was the response. I was, as you can imagine, somewhat weirded out by this. I had to tell someone what had happened. I picked one of the other kids, John-Chris, almost at random, just to share what I had experienced. I related the whole story, as I just told it, to him. His only response was, “Man, you must be spooked”. Thanks, John-Chris, for that insightful comment. I don't think he believed me, and he never spoke of it to me again. Later on that evening, as Kenny was sitting in a chair with his leg propped up on another chair, I asked him what had happened, curiosity overcoming intimidation. In a surprisingly friendly manner, he explained that he didn't know what had happened, and that his leg stopped hurting a few minutes later, and was only propped up now because the teacher's told him to stay off of it. There was, apparently, no injury, nothing wrong with the leg. By the next morning, he was walking around as if nothing had happened. It is important, I think, to note that Kenny never picked on me again after that day. I'm not sure why, unless somehow he knew what had happened, or maybe John-Chris had told him what I had said about it. We eventually became something akin to friends, although not enough that we ever hung out outside of school. The last time I saw Kenny was at one of the NGFS reunions. He had mellowed significantly with age, and was a laid back, happy parent. I enjoyed talking to him at the reunion (and his sister, who was a classic example of nerdy girl that grew up to be hot) but neither of us mentioned that day. I was tempted to talk to him about it, but I didn't. I think I just wanted to keep that little mystery in my life. I wanted to allow that little bit of magic and mystery to remained unexplained, because it would allow my mind to continue to believe that I had, at least at one time, been able to do something like that.

I have successfully used this “power” on one other occasion in my childhood, about 2 years after this incident. But that story is significantly more difficult to believe than this one, so I'll save it for another time. But for now, I'd like to know what you think. Coincidence? Or should I be a cast member for Heroes?

Story of a Song: The Girl I Love is Dead (aka: Suzy)

“The Girl I Love is Dead” was, by most accounts, Great Awakening's “greatest hit”. It actually received occasional radio air play on the local stations “Local hour” and on my college's radio station, WASU. As I had mentioned in an earlier “Story of a Song” installment, this song was originally conceived by Josh O'Connor and I under the mock band, “Soundbox” and was finished with the help of Mike Shaffer in the early days of Great Awakening. It follows the misogynist theme that most “Soundbox” songs had.

The Girl I Love is Dead.

The girl I love is dead, so I'm going out with you.
I know it's all been said before, and you know my love is true.
Suzy never had the chance to tell me we were through,
But now she's six feet under, so I guess you'll have to do.

Chorus:
The girl I love is dead so I'm going out with you.
Suzy's six feet under so I guess you'll have to do.
The girl I love is dead so I'm going out with you.
Suzy's six feet under so I guess you'll have to do.

I went to Suzy's grave today, she didn't say a word.
I cried out in my agony, but I don't think Suzy heard.
Suzy's gone and left me now, she's buried under rock.
Suzy's sucking maggots, but you can suck my…

…Girl I love is dead so I'm going out with you.
Suzy's six feet under so I guess you'll have to do.
The girl I love is dead so I'm going out with you.
Suzy's six feet under so I guess you'll have to do.

Suzy's never coming back, that's 'cuz my Suzy's dead.
But sometimes I think you're OK, when you're lying in my bed.
“Let me brighten up your life”, that's what my Suzy said,
Well, Suzy gave me happiness, but you can give me…

…Your phone number (repeats in place of chorus).

(Guitar Solo)

(Rapped):
Well I once knew a girl, and Suzy was her name,
I used to go and visit her but now it's not the same.
Suzy's in a wooden box, Suzy's going rotten
Suzy's flesh is falling off, but Suzy's not forgotten.
Well no one likes to say it but the girl I love is dead.
Suzy's gettin' squishy but at least not in my bed.
While Suzy decomposes, I guess I'll bring you roses.
And I'll just turn and walk away when your own coffin closes.

(Still another guitar solo)


This song was almost always the last song we played at our gigs, and had a rather elaborate performance associated with it. Closing our set with this song, at our final performance at the “Somewhere Else Tavern” in Greensboro, North Carolina is still one of my fondest memories. The crowd knew they were hearing the song for the last time, and they went absolutely insane. I don't think I ever felt more like a rock star than I did during that one song.

50 or so Random Mark Facts

OK, call me a rip off. But today my friend and fellow ASU alum, Tim, posted a list of “random facts” on his blog. Seemed like a good idea for a mid-week, too busy to write something blog entry, so I'm rippin' it right off. I'm shooting for 50, but I'll stop before there if I run out of things that may actually be interesting.

1. I never learned to ride a bike. I've often considered having my dad teach me to ride a bike now, filming it, and showing it to visiting friends as “an old movie of my dad teaching me to ride a bike.” I think it would be good for a laugh.

2. I've had better than perfect vision most of my life (20/15). Although, I think it has begun to deteriorate.

3. I've made extensive use of LSD and mushrooms.

4. I've never smoked. Anything.

5. I've never drank alcohol or been drunk.

6. I used to have a mild phobia of the police, which went away, ironically, the first time I did LSD, which was also the first time in my life I had a legitimate reason to be afraid of the police.

7. I used to have much more pronounced canine teeth, and serrated incisors, which I thought were really cool. A former dentist of mine filed them down during a routine filling without bothering to ask me, or even inform me. So much for picking up goth chicks…

8. When I was a young kid, I had perfectly straight, bright blonde hair. Now it is curly-ish brown.

9. I've never broken a bone. I have chipped a tooth, and a knuckle, but no breaks. I'm nigh indestructible.

10. I used to be able to influence physical reality through intense concentration (or so I thought) that enabled me to injure a bully from a distance, and to change the outcome of a world series baseball game. Maybe it was coincidence, but neither event has been adequately explained to me.

11. During high school, a psychic once approached me at Waldenbooks, where I was shopping. She asked me if I worked there, I said no. She said “You will”. (I worked at Waldenbooks for 3 years during and after college). She also said many creepy things about me and my friends and that it was important for her to meet with us, but that's a story for another time. She finished by saying I'd have bad knees. My knees are still fine.

12. I have an internet alter-ego called Bob. Some people still know me only as Bob. Bob is a funny guy.

13. In high school, I went from unknown, to outcast, to widely accepted, to winning voting for “Most Talented” my senior year. There's actually a picture of me in my freshmen yearbook eating lunch alone. I came a long way.

14. Another bully once told me that he never picked on me because I looked like I knew Karate. Still another told me it was because I looked like I knew something everyone else didn't. I always wondered why I wasn't picked on more.

15. I have a double degree in Anthropology and Psychology. I am using neither.

16. When I was a kid, there was a creepy abandoned 19th century house next door. I used to take my friends out there at night to scare the crap out of them. More than once, I ended up just as scared due to strange occurrences that are stories for another time.

17. My dad, brother and I built a large plywood table in our basement on which was a train set with little buildings and stuff. Later, we added more buildings and incorporated some of my matchbox cars. In middle school, me and my best friend josh turned it into a  post-apocalyptic diorama by burning the matchbox cars to melt them into wrecks and war-zone looking things. We half tore down the buildings, and used plastic army men to add bodies and soldiers to the scene. Not long after that my dad got a pool table and the train set got “put away”.

18. In college, I believed I had a “psychic umbrella”. I used it to successfully cross Sanford Mall (The big grassy area in the middle of campus) during a rainstorm without getting a drop on me. This event has also never been explained.

19. Sometimes I think I'm crazy. You might also by the time I get to the end of this list.

20. My first ever live performance playing guitar was during my high school sophomore year talent show. My band, “Phoenix”, played “Comfortably Numb” and were so riddled with technical issues that we had to stop and start again. I have it on video tape. I show it to all who want to see it. It's good for a laugh and retaining humility.

21. I went undefeated for six years on the pool table that was brought in to replace my post apocalyptic diorama in our basement.

22. I am a virgin. There, I said it. Does this change your opinion of me in any way? If so, how? It is by choice.

23. I am creating a religion, but I don't share it with anyone because I believe everyone should create their own religion.

24. Before discovering music, I wanted to be a stand-up comedian.

25.  The woods around and near where I grew up were home to many magical things, such as a 18th century roadway that could still be followed, a long forgotten and collapsed stone bridge, mysterious ruins of unknown origin (probably all 19th century dwellings), the remains of a turn of the century YMCA club house, tree carvings that dated back as far as 1904, two sets of small, but still very impressive cliffs, and the aforementioned creepy abandoned house. Any wonder I grew an interest in Archeology?

26. My first ever concert that wasn't me was the Grateful Dead. I wasn't and still am not a fan, but I wanted to experience it.

27. Once, in college, my friend and Bob Spelled Backwards member, Jesse, went to visit friends at NC State. During his visit he was walking around in one of the dorms and encountered a group of people having a party and who were playing a copy of the earliest recordings of Bob Spelled Backwards. Stunned, he asked how they got a hold of the recording. I don't remember what their answer was, but they claimed to be a Bob Spelled Backwards fan club. Jesse said they refused to believe that he was a member of the band.

28. I have written songs in my sleep.

29. The song I've had stuck in my head for 3 days just came up on my iPod's shuffle.

30. The first time I ever set foot in the state of California was the day I moved here. For the rest of you, I recommend visiting first.

31. My favorite part of  a loaf of bread is the heel pieces at either end.

32. I may be allergic to fish. I avoid it just in case.

33. I am allergic to cats, but love to be around them any chance I get.

34. I got really sick in 1985. I then didn't get sick again until New Year's day, 2000. I then didn't get sick again until about 3 months ago.

35. I missed 3 days of high school total, and I've only called in sick to work 4 times in my life (twice in the last 6 months).

36. I have one mutant eyebrow hair that grows 2-3 times as long as the others. I keep it and have nicknamed it “My Wild Hair”.

37. I am so non-intimidating that wild animals often don't fear me. Twice I've almost captured mice in my house simply by sitting still and waiting for them to crawl to where I could grab them. One of those times it actually crawled onto my leg. Both times I didn't have the heart to frighten them, so I let them go.

38. I have double jointed top knuckles in my fingers and thumbs, one of the secrets to my guitar technique. It also freaks people out at parties.

39. I have successfully communicated with someone through dreaming at least once.

40. I often dream of flying, but not like a bird, its more like a manipulation of magnetic fields that projects me along through the contraction of specific muscles and concentration. I have often described it as “climbing the air”. I often awake from these dreams positive that I can actually do it, but I can never remember exactly how.

41. I'm pretty sure I very nearly levitated once, during mediation.

42. I have had waking visions, many of which were not related to LSD or mushroom use.

43. Four of the five or six visible scars I have were the result of dog attacks. I still love dogs.

44. Paris Hilton, Tommy Lee and Pink have all attended a concert of mine. I have attended none of theirs.

45. I have never been in a fight, or punched anyone other than jokingly. I have been punched once, by my childhood friend Amir. He then ran away. I chased him but only because I wanted to know why he punched me. I wasn't even mad. He gave me my only black eye ever.

46. I don't have a favorite color, movie, band, book, or song.

47. I take that back, my favorite song is usually the newest one I'm working on.

48. I have a bad habit of falling for women who live very far away from me.

49. The place that most inspires my thoughts and creativity, for some reason, is the shower.

50. My normal body temperature is 97.1 degrees.

51. I have a terrible sense of smell. I often don't smell things that most people smell. I often mistake smells for other smells. Just yesterday I came in to work and asked, “Who brought fried chicken?” My co-worker said, “Nobody, but I have french fries”. So, if I smell bad, let me know, I may not notice, or think I smell good…

There, don't you feel enlightened?