Details are overrated

I refer to my X as Cosmo because after 13 years he told me I wasn’t “cosmopolitan” enough, which was a shock because I didn’t know I was cosmopolitan at all. In fact no one had ever used the word cosmopolitan in a conversation with me so I wasn’t sure that was even socially acceptable.

I like letters, words & language. And books, paper and pens. Dead writers fascinate me because they were usually pretty screwed up and had illegitimate children and affairs and addictions.

I dabble with calligraphy and italic writing. I could sit for hours practicing letter forms and copying quotations.

I like ampersands and lower case g’s, and typefaces like Bodoni and Garamond. Serif with it’s talons and teeth will always kick sans serif’s ass in a typeface showdown.

I often get interested in something like Italy, jazz or herbs and read everything I can about it. I have people fooled into thinking I am smart because I wear glasses and carry books around. In truth I remember .37% of what I read and that is usually in vague and small increments like “struggle meetings” or “Chet Baker was arrested.”

Sometimes I think about munching on my cats’ perfect paws and about how they might taste like cupcakes. At that point my cats usually leave the room in disgust. 

I like to bake. I like to sit with a cup of coffee and a piece of pie and say “Damn good cup coffee…and hot!” like they did on Twin Peaks. I can always count on my kids  to get my random references to TV shows or song lyrics.