effigy

so what.

geographical orientation
Down here...I wouldn't mind living in a treehouse just off the Nile, but for now it's an upper apartment overlooking the Rock River in northern Illinois, about an hour west of Chicago.

"A man is known by his favorites."
I love a well-crafted metaphor. You know, the kind that makes an abstract concept concrete without degrading it in the process.
I really like when large collective bodies work in sync, like a cosmic choreography of some kind -- for instance, when a flock of birds swoop down on fields or over roads in these magnificent waves, or when the wind whips leaves or corn husks up into those multi-colored mini-cyclones. Those may sound like crazy favorites, but that's the way it is.
My favorite fiction book is Perelandra. (At the moment.)
My favorite instrument is the cello, which of course I can't play.
My most favorite thing to do that I can't do on my own is fly.

worthless and unusual facts
Thanks to an encounter with a VW van at age 2, I no longer have a spleen. Thanks to an encounter with racquetball court at age 25, I no longer have my right tibial sesamoidits bone. I do, however, have an extra cusp on my #15 (2nd) molar, which makes up for everything.

Seriously, though. To sum me up in five words:
"child of mercy and grace"