(1) “One of These Days” by the Drive-By Truckers. (2) Mentalism. (3) Self-respect. In myself. In others. (4) Serendipity. (5) Loud music. (6) Feedback. (7) “Nightswimming” by REM. (8) Shortcomings. Accepting them, in myself and also others. (9) That time I met Mike Cooley. Outside a coffeeshop. In downtown(ish) Birmingham. (10) Going back to where I came from. One of these days. If they’ll have me. (11) Praying (still). (12) Breathing (still). (13) Feeling fed up sometimes. (Not all the time.) (14) My contradictions. (15) A baked potato. (16) A second baked potato. (They were small.) (17) Sentimentality. (18) Minutemen. (19) Thich Nhat Hanh. (20) Frederick Douglass. (21) More new jeans, that fit. (22) Jeff Ament. (23) That time (a long time ago) I was on the shuttle bus to the airport, from the famous writers’ retreat, feeling cut off at the knees in a lot of ways, and fittingly enough a Famous Writer was on there too and I honestly don’t even remember who it was anymore but a couple of other people, not-famous-writers, were on there too and they were full of vim and vigor and they saw her and tried to engage her in some conversation, about writing, and she too looked pretty cut off at the knees and she just said, slow, not mean, “I’m just feeling nonverbal right now.” And that, of course, was that. (24) (I’m just feeling nonverbal right now. That’s that.) (25) Eddie Vedder. (26) Bass. (27) Baritone. (28) U2. (29) Huge (aging) rockstars. Not-huge (aging/deceased) rockstars. (30) Losing touch. Getting it back. Eventually.