About me

I read a quote recently by Steven Fry:

We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing…an actor, a writer…I am a person who does things…I write, I act…and I never know what I am going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.

I second that emotion. No less because I find it categorically impossible to categorize my myself as anything other than “not applicable.” I have heard phrases that make me think that others have that same difficulty as well when it comes to me. They range from “poor girl” and “there she goes again” to “i do take you seriously, but let’s not forget that last week you were dead-set on becoming fluent in Tehuelche“ (the last native speaker of this indigenous language died in the ‘70s). These observations have also been coupled with “you have the strangest knees i’ve ever seen” on more than one occasion. And with good reason.

I can frequently be heard saying yes emphatically while shaking my head (a habit i acquired to hedge my bets when I didn’t understand any Spanish but was too embarrassed to say so, and have since not been able to unlearn as I’ve become fluent).

At best, one could say I am a slender but fierce courtesan of the absurd, and there is much of that to be found here, so ultimately, and despite significant evidence to the contrary detailed in the blog posts, me and miga go together like ham and cheese. (Grammar hounds stand down, it just sounds better that way). At least I must think so to keep myself out of the dumpster.