àla Kurt
My blogs
| Occupation | Anonymous Government Clerical |
|---|---|
| Location | The Upper Midwest, United States |
| Introduction | I started using the phrase back in my college days (shortly after the glaciers receded) as a wordplay on my own name – “àla carte”, in my own style. Who I am: difficult to frame through definitions of others. I dislike having boxes around me, except as decoration, particularly if they’re orange, and contain items from a particular purveyor of equestrian related items, leather, silk, perfumes, and other luxury goods, headquartered at 24 rue du Faubourg St. Honoré in Paris, France. Since 1981, I’ve shared my life with someone who became my best friend before we began sharing more private aspects of our lives. We are too bourgeois to be called lovers, too personable to be called partners. I call him my Buddy, the kind you are taught never to swim without in life’s deep waters. And even that doesn’t fully express how important he is to me. I am a big, noisy, red balloon, and he is the rock to which I am tied, that keeps me from blowing away. But if the winds are from the right direction, and of the right strength, I can drag him on a few adventures! |
| Interests | Life and the world around me, affairs of the heart, the comings and goings of my friends and family |
| Favorite movies | I believe that 1939 was the greatest year in the history of cinema. |
| Favorite music | What time of day? What day of the week? I would like my day to have a soundtrack to my day. |
| Favorite books | So many books, so little time... |