Andy Downs
My blogs
| Occupation | Moving Slow |
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| Location | Here/now, United States |
| Introduction | Born in 1959. Two grown married, wonderful children. Native of Western New York. Raised in a barn and, no, have not lost all the bad habits or comfort with manure. (sorry, mom) Enough formal education to know how to explore at sophomoric level. (and to allow spell check to spell "sophomoric.") Work experience varies from pitching manure, to pounding nails, to public affairs. (not unlike pitching manure, really) Terminal cancer patient. Multiple Myeloma. |
| Interests | Camping, Hiking, Biking, Running, Travel, Photography, Music or all genres, birding, Reading, Public Policy/Current Events, Buddhism, Christianity, Humanism, Philosophy, Wood carving, visual arts, Porcupines, and Beer, Especially Beer. |
| Favorite Movies | Man from Snowy River |
| Favorite Music | Live, recorded, imagined (ok, I don't really like modern country music. Try to be open minded, but not successfully.) |
| Favorite Books | Hayden Carruth, Scrambled Eggs and Whiskey; American Pastoral, Philip Roth; New Seeds of Contemplation, Thomas Merton; Wendell Berry: Long-legged House, The Mad Farmer Poems, and Collected Poems 1998; Why I Wake Early, Mary Oliver; The Book Yet Unpublished, William Downs. |
Your people want to make a statue in your honor. What will it be made out of and what victory will it commemorate?
Sand. Celebration of impermanence and not-self.