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You've stumbled upon my blog which is the companion to my website Ishah 'El. This site is intended to track my progress in starting a new multi-cultural theatre arts company and bring updates to devoted supporters and curious by standers. Check here regularly for posts on what I’m up to and how it all is faring, and you can join me by posting comments & encouragement. With that I invite you to become friends and enter into my world of art, faith, life & passion. Shalom.

P.s.- This is actually 4 blogs rolled into 1... why? I don't really know. Some sort of strange urge to make it multi-dimensional caused me to lay it out this way, yet people seem to never realize that there is an index at the right which will take you to other interconnected pages. Feel free to explore and share with others!

Monday, August 06, 2007

randomness

I was reading my friend Tomoko's blog this morning wherein she shared how she was tagged by a reader to post eight random things which no one knows about her, and then tag eight people and have them do the same. She didn't tag me- she did, however, tag my fun wife, Cheryl. No matter. I can still get in on the fun and add my own list, which in all likelihood will exceed the limit of eight. Here goes:

I'm a grandfather. In about three weeks a baby girl will be joining her brother, Wyatt, and her half-sister & half-brother Megan and Patrick.

When I was in the fifth grade I went through a brief and extremely intense phase where I wanted to be a race car driver. I don't know why or where it cam from. I just woke up one morning obsessed with race cars. It lasted for over a year, I suppose, and went away about as quickly as it came.

From there I went into a phase where I wanted to be a rock and roll star. That lasted much longer and, fortunately, ended when I was about 22 years old.

I have about twenty years experience cooking and have a reputation as a great chef. I don't like telling people this because for some reason they usually feel intimidated by it and assume that they can't cook as well as I can.

I've come close to being killed about about nine times. At least that I'm aware of. No, I'm not a cat. I imagine your average person can site several times themselves.

I've suffered from depression all my life but it took me years- decades- to realize what, exactly, it was. I could never quite figure out what it was; I only sensed that other people could manage their lives better than I seemed to be able to. I'm currently taking prescription anti-depressants which seem to be helping.

I moved from Southern California to Boston, Massachusetts in 1987. Sight unseen. I'd never been to the east coast or to Boston. I didn't know anyone here and didn't have a place to go to, live at or a job. I just got on the bus and went, arriving in Boston in early August with about $12.00. Things seemed to have worked out well.

When I was in the fifth grade I tried out for the school choir and was accepted. I apparently had a very rare vocal timbre and octave range- I forget what that was- and was given a solo part. I didn't take practice seriously enough and lost the part to another person. Maybe that is why I wanted to become a race car driver.