A. I don’t have one, perhaps because I grew up speaking two languages. Idioms and proverbs don’t tend to translate well. It was years before I learned that one doesn’t steal a parade, but rather rains on it.
A. I was recently told I have aristocratic ankles, but I’m not quite sure I know what that means.
A. This changes almost daily, and I listen to a lot of music. At the moment, though: Sunny Road (Emiliana Torrini), La Legierezza (Franz Liszt), Everyday (Rogue Wave), Better (Regina Spektor), 99 Luftballons (Nena), rotating songs by The Pixies
A. There’s this German children’s book called the Der Struwwelpeter, which is sort of a twisted version of a morality tale. In one of the stories, a mother warns her son not to suck his thumb and, when he disobeys one night, an evil tailor referred to as “the great, long, red-legg’d scissor-man” comes into his home and chops his thumbs off with giant scissors. Guess who was a thumb sucker when she was a little girl? Still, having long since recuperated from the terror of this story, I find the scissor-man one of the most creative and enigmatic of fictional villains. Who was his boss? I still find myself wondering sometimes.