A. Student; free-lance journo; magazine staffer; tv critic
A. What I'm doing now, I think.
A. Garfield High School in Seattle; then Macalester College (St. Paul), then Lewis & Clark College (Portland)
A. Again, a listy thing. Obviously I have a thing for the Beatles and Paul McCartney; see also my book about Brian Wilson. Also fond of: the Clash; Loudon Wainwright; Bruce Springsteen; Todd Snider; and many more.
A. "Mad Men," "Portlandia," "Daily Show," and etc.
A. "Take it easy, but take it" -- Woody Guthrie
A. Man, I barely know where to begin. It's a moving target. Some days it's seeing the smiles on my kids' faces. Other days it's more complicated than that.
A. Badgers. Angry badgers. Angry at me.
A. In the past, doing things a bit differently.
A. Me, as a younger person.
A. That guy who stood in front of the tanks in Tiananmen Square in 1989.
A. Are you gonna eat that?
A. Some kind of circus sideshow type of talent. Seems like a fun way to travel.
A. As questions go, this seems like a set-up. No right answers. Let's move on.
A. A large albino worm on the ocean floor. They seem pretty chill.
A. I can transform light into energy.
A. Tony Soprano
A. Abraham LIncoln. "Duck!"
A. Depends on the situation. For instance: sometimes M&M's don't just melt in your mouth.
A. Kicking myself for procrastinating from writing.
A. Depends. Surprise me.
A. Depends on the day. Or the hour. Or the minute. I'm serious.
A. Hemingway; DF Wallace; Tom Perrotta; Thom Jones; Michael Chabon; Ken Kesey; Phillip Roth; and on and on and on. A lot of white guys, it seems. I probably should branch out a bit.
A. These listy things give me the vapors. But here are some faves that cross my mind just now:"A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again" (DF Wallace)"Collected Short Stories" (Hemingway)"Goodbye Columbus" (Roth)"The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" (M. Twain)"Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test" (Wolfe)
A. "A Supposedly Fun Thing...."
A. Revise a lot and get used to criticism
A. "I just found a typo."
A. Paul: My childhood hero; ongoing object of my admiration, my ire and perpectual fascination. How do you wake up, having been a Beatle, and figure out how to be something else? How does that legacy define you? How does it haunt you? I had no idea. So I wanted to find out.