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Well.  Tagged I Am. courtesy of the revolutionary megalopoet
These could be “known unknowns” or they might even be the coveted “unknown unknowns”~~~

1.  When I was born–in the Deepdark South of Mississippi–my mother was given a new pain medicine in labor, and to make sure that she didn’t hurt herself (?), they tied her wrists to her bed.  The obstetrician later died in a boat wreck, which she says served him right.

2.  I am, ummm, stellarly far-sighted.  When I was small I had to wear an eye patch over my strong eye to strengthen my weak eye.  This caused people to give me very strange looks, like I had an extra appendage growing out of the top of my head or something.  Over a silly eye patch.  This taught me that people are easily made uncomfortable by even the slightest of differences.  It strengthened my weak eye, and it also strengthened my belief in my strangeness. 

3.  Even without the patch, I was a strange child.  I am still a strange child.

4.  When I was in the fourth grade I was the Tortoise in a play about Aesop’s Fables.  I sang the song “So sorry that I’m Late.”  I have been singing it ever since.

5.  Speaking of singing, I always sing when I’m driving alone, but maybe not the Tortoise song–though come to think of it, that’s not a bad idea.

6.  I still have my mountain bike–though I haven’t sped down a slope in ages– and when I ride it, I still pretend it’s a horse.

IF you read this & blog, & haven’t already been tagged, THEN YOU’RE IT. 
IF you don’t think you can find six unknown things about yourself, make them up.  No one will ever know.


The Unknown
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don’t know
We don’t know.

—Donald Rumsfeld, Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing


Six Unknowns — 2 Comments

  1. OMG! the funny is strong with you. the rummy is *priceless* (said in mastercard voice)

    i sing in the car, too– er, truck rather. and i dance in my seat! oh, and i don’t sing in my indoor voice, either.

    i always thought i’d look dashing with a patch… argh, matey!

    in 6th grade i played tin man~ if i only had a heart, huh!

    grrrrreat! (tony the tiger voice here!!)

  2. well, I never thought of connecting with my inner pirrrate. Just call me Captain Brook.
    “I sail me ship on a tiny sea
    where rocks and trout and crawdads be
    if ye cross me path ye’ll meet me gun
    and I’ll rob ye of your innertube fun”


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