You have three sentences to tell your story. Go:
For historical context: I am living in the Age of Harry Potter (…Potterian Times? Potteric Age?). The most important event in my life happened in 2015 when I met my better half/true love/soulmate: my cat, Excalibur, who is basically a rockstar in a kitten’s body. As far as my third sentence goes, I’m going to save it for adventures to come.
What’s your favorite non-cider activity in the cider house?
Talking or thinking about donuts. That’s not really specific to the Cider House though…that’s pretty much my favorite thing to do anywhere.
If you are fired tomorrow, what will you be doing next week?
I’d begin by spending a week in bed watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. After getting sufficiently angry with where they took Spike’s character, I’d pack a bag of t-shirts and books, hop on a plane, and spend my days in the dirt and sun volunteering as an archaeologist (preferably on a prehistoric site).
What alcoholic beverage is most frightening to you?
During the summer I spent working on Crete, we would end every meal by drinking a clear, extremely potent liquor distilled from grapes–it’s called “raki” (Turkish name) or “tsikoudia” (Greek name). This liquor is a point of cultural pride, differentiating Crete from the mainland, which serves ouzo, and personal pride, as every family seems to believe that their raki does not taste and burn like gasoline. Refusing the free rounds of shots that a taverna provides at the end of the meal is simply not done–a half empty bottle in the back of my closet continues to haunt me to this day.
If you could bring one person onto the Downeast team who would it be and why?
Sir Isaac Newton. The dude flourishes around apples.