What does it mean to be a kid at heart?
The capacity to see humor in flatulence, even when it’s your own.
Oh, wait, maybe I’m thinking of a “kid at fart.”
What does it mean to be a kid at heart?
The capacity to see humor in flatulence, even when it’s your own.
Oh, wait, maybe I’m thinking of a “kid at fart.”

Orange orbs cut with fearful faces: Burning brightly - daily & nightly - As menacing medicine for the cringe-impaired, The ones who never get scared -- unless a banal ball, blazing & brainless, (and in a manner all but painless) replaced the head of their town's barber.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies, And all that's best of dark and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes, Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress Or softly lightens o'er her face, Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek and o'er that brow So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow But tell of days in goodness spent,-- A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent.
You have three magic genie wishes, what are you asking for?
1.) After my wishes are granted, cease all wish granting. 2.) Prevent all other genies and wish granting entities (if they exist) from granting any more wishes. 3.) Enjoy the retired genie life.
I’ve seen “Bruce Almighty,” and it seems like a pretty plausible depiction of what would happen if some yahoo went around giving people what they think they want. Carnage and chaos.
Describe a family member.
Eyes: two; Ears: two; Nose: one, but with two entrances; Legs: two; Arms: Two; Head: one, but mostly symmetrical to a sagittal plane…
I’ll stop there. I don’t want to offer so much detail that an AI renders a fake photo and steals this person’s identity.




What is your favorite form of physical exercise?
I play no favorites. I love calisthenics, yogasana, running, swimming, functional movement, movement drills (e.g. martial arts,) etc.
I do have least favorites though, and – collectively – those are exercises where I have to go somewhere in particular to have access to some specialized equipment. So, for example, I don’t care for weight lifting or using ellipticals or climbers, etc. (I still enjoy the exercise well enough, but it’s more hassle than it needs to be.)
My whole equipment inventory consists of a yoga mat, a pull-up / dip apparatus, and a few resistance bands, and I can make do without those quite nicely — e.g. when traveling.
How much would you pay to go to the moon?
Not one thin dime. I have no pressing need to go to a place without breathable quantities of oxygen for longer than I can hold my breath. If complex technology is required every millisecond to stay alive… well, I know where I’m not wanted.
I’ll leave it to the billionaires who have enough spare change lying around to fund personal space programs.
I’ll stick to gazing at it admiringly from afar.
One foot in the river. One foot on the shore. Both feet sunk in the mud. The fisherman casts his net with perfect flick and spin, muck extruding between toes. The sling is the one quick part of the movement: quick, but unrushed. The net is hauled back, slowly and methodically, pressing out excess water while offering no escape route. How many casts per day? As many as are necessary. There are other fishers, out on languidly rocking boats, casting out in the river. And in rivers everywhere: in the Mekong, the Amazon, the Euphrates, and the Mississippi Delta. Everywhere, they are casting.
What major historical events do you remember?
From the Iranian Hostage Crisis onward, pretty much all of them — given they were considered “major” in whatever place I was living at the time.