Andrew Klavan has this essay up over at City Journal today.
That high-pitched noise you hear in the distance is me, screaming, “I wish I’d written that!”
Michael at The Euphemist has come out of hibernation long enough to tag Phil and me with a “Six Weird Things About Me” meme.
Now there’s a challenge.
If he’d asked for six normal things about me, I might have had some trouble.
OK, where do we start?
I have heterochromia iridis. This is not a rare, debilitating genetic disease. It’s the condition where a person has bi-colored eyes. A famous instance is the rocker David Bowie, who has one blue eye and one brown. My H. I. comes in a different form, where the two colors are mixed in the eyes, in a pinto pony combination of brown and gray (or blue, depending on the light and who’s looking).
I like folk music.
I don’t like cheese of any kind, except in pizza.
I actually much preferred the second Conan movie to the first one.
I have no good memories associated with any sport (except for live steel combat).
I can read Norwegian in the old, Gothic Fraktur typeface.
I shall now take my hat and cane and go.
I’ll repeat the comment I tried to leave on Michael’s post, because it applies here too. “I don’t like cheese of any kind, except in pizza”–what’s wrong with you?
Sad, ain’t it?
You reminded me of how in school I also was at the very bottom of the athletic totem pole, except that for some reason I seemed to be quite good at broomball. In fact, I was one of the first ones picked while picking broomball teams, unlike everything else, in which I was very begrudging picked last.
I meant “begrudgingly”.