Rats, just missed getting this in under the wire on actual Friday. Sorry guys! I had this all written and ready to post, but I went in late today because of a sore throat (I think it’s just allergy drippiness, but I’m hyper-cautious because of Death Flu), so I was kind of thrown off and it didn’t feel like Friday.
Anyway, there’s a new book out in which people, celebrities and otherwise, present their six-word autobiographies. The New Yorker had a “Talk of the Town” bit about the book party, presented entirely in six-word sentences — a rather exhausting conceit that I won’t reproduce here. But it got me thinking about this very restricted expressive form (even more restricted than haiku!) and the creativity available within it. And, of course, it got me thinking about how I would express my life in only six words. I considered “never found God, never missed him,” which honestly if I had to have a six-word obituary that’s how I would want it to read. But I can’t say that atheism, or even rationalism, sums up my life entirely. For maximum accuracy and self-referentiality, then, I submit the following: “Not good at following directions.”
And you? What’s your six-word autobiography?
(Liss at Shakesville posted this same question a while back, and there are tons of comments over there for inspiration — don’t be fooled by the thing saying “0 comments,” it’s a redesign artifact and they are in fact still there.)
(Also, as long as I’m posting fluff: does anyone want to volunteer to design the Piggy Moo logo? I did the shirts so far because of the three of us I’m best at Illustrator, but I’m no graphic designer, and I think there are talented Shapelings who would do it much more justice.)