Oh, give me land, lots of land under starry skies above,
Don't fence me in
Let me ride thru the wide-open country that I love
Don't fence me in
Let me be by myself in the evening breeze,
listen to the murmur of the cottonwood trees,
send me off forever, but I ask you please,
Don't fence me in.

Just turn me loose,
Let me straddle my old saddle underneath the western skies
On my cayuse,
Let me wander over yonder till I see the mountains rise.
I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences
Gaze at the moon till I loose my senses,
Can't look at hobbles and I can't stand fences,
Don't fence me in

--From the song Don't Fence Me In
by Cole Porter
(Covered by David Byrne on the 'Red, Hot & Blue' album)

What do I care about?

Lotso, lotso. For now, here's an incomplete but ever-growing list:

One late Saturday night (Feb. 4, 1995) Ko, Cedar, Jordan and I were playing the Adjective Game in which each person writes a list of 5-10 adjectives describing another person in the group. Then all the lists are read out loud and you try to guess who each list describes. Interesting. Maybe my list would be different now, but that night Ko wrote these words to describe me:

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