What’s something you’ve forgiven but haven’t forgotten?
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Actually, forgetting is in my wheelhouse, and I presume it is my principal means of forgiving (but can’t remember for certain.) I’ve actually had a person sheepishly say, “Sorry about how I treated you back in school when we were kids.” To which I responded, “Who are you now, and what are you on about?” I apparently had a bully or bullies in my schoolboy years? Who knew?
If you got to live inside a video game world, which one would you choose?
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That might be redundant. For all I know, I’m already living in a video game. I’m not looking to be more meta.
What life lesson did you learn too late?
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Too late for what? Contrary to what might be whispered in certain circles, I am not yet dead.
Has your idea of what makes a good friend changed as you’ve gotten older?
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I can’t claim any great insight on the subject, sad as that may be.
How do you define success in life?
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Successful is the squirrel that gets the nuts to keep it alive through Winter, without burying a ton of useless nuts. [Fun fact: Squirrels lose track of as many as half the nuts they bury (and seldom sit and enjoy a sunset.)]
What’s a completely useless fact you love sharing?
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The gas exchange surface area of the lungs of the average adult human (if one flattened out all those balloon-like alveoli) is about the area of a tennis court.
What’s a book or movie that genuinely scared you?
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The Holocaust by Martin Gilbert
If you had a free round-trip ticket to anywhere, where would you go?
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Right this second… Santiago, Chile; or maybe Kyoto, Japan; or perhaps Tashkent, Uzbekistan; or…
What’s a song that changed your life?
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I like music as much as the next guy, but “changed your life” is a pretty high bar — unless one was rocking out so hard that one ran into a telephone pole, and I can’t say anything like that has ever happened to me.
I have been working up the nerve to listen to that Hungarian song, Gloomy Sunday (Szomorú Vasárnap,) that supposedly causes a disproportionate number of listeners to commit suicide, but I guess I don’t really want a song to change my life that much — though my curiosity has been known to get the better of me.
