this weekend's essay: it's the questions (what?) it's the questions (who?)
i'd intended to post a queston about being the lead singer in a cover band, but that's just gonna have to wait, i guess. in response to yesterday's post, an anonymous commenter asked me a question that i feel somewhat obligated to answer. thus, instead of my initial idea, it's time for another round of ask summer m./fecundmellow. i think i've gained enough new(er) readers to warrant this narcissistic exercise.
basically, you can ask me anything you want. i've done this a few times before. i've answered everything from 'why don't you date anymore?' to 'why do you hate kanye west?' to 'why is the sky blue?' for an idea of what people have asked me previously, feel free to go here, here, here, or here.
depending on the response, i'll try to post my answers during o week.
don't be afraid to offend me. you prolly won't. and well, i can be pretty offensive in my responses.
c'mon lurkers. i know you're out there.
have a good one.
language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names. language alone is meditation. ~toni morrison