Hi, I’m Editrix. Come on in, and let me take that coat for you. Would you care for a cocktail?
While you’re getting settled and waiting for the booze to kick in, allow me to natter on a bit.
I’m a 37-year-old editor/web content manager currently residing in glorious Somerville, Massachusetts, home of the Somerville Gates. (Seriously: you should visit. We have plenty of dive bars to choose from, plus a wonderful Italian restaurant that you can only get to by walking through a convenience store. How great is that?) I’m shacked up with my thoroughly rad DC punk boyfriend Doug and our Maine coon cat, Theo.
I grew up in flat (in every sense of the word) northern Indiana and went to school in southern Indiana. Between time spent in the Corn Belt and Massachusetts, I lived in Princeton, New Jersey and Miami, Florida. I’ve been an honors student, an aspiring journalist, a goth chick, a wife, and an insane crazy person who wouldn’t be alive now were it not for antidepressants. I’m either an INFP or an INTJ — but definitely an I no matter how you fill the bubbles in on the test.
Pathetic Fallacy was launched, after mucking about for a few months with Diaryland and Blogger, over at Journalspace on 28 February 2003; the site got its own domain in April 2005. It’s one of your typical mundane solipsistic weblogs, though occasionally I’ll write about a book, live band, knitting project, or episode of “America’s Next Top Model.” Hop on over to Flickr to browse some of my photos.
I have been compared to Laura Petrie, Edith Wharton, Tina Weymouth, Georgia O’Keefe, and that hateful woman on “Will and Grace.” My nicknames (in rough chronological order) have included Dictionary Head, Aim Toothpaste, Grace (Graceful as an OSTRICH!), Wreck of the Hesperus (when my hair was messed up), Jambean, Aimster, Violet, Dinky Woo (perhaps one reason for my divorce), Gamy Pirate, Cross-eyed and Hungry, MC Aimless, and Trixie.
My superstitions include spitting three times whenever I see a white horse, making a wish at 11:11 or when the pendant meets the clasp of my necklace, throwing spilled salt over my left shoulder, refusing to give or accept a knife as a gift (if the recipient exchanges a couple of pennies for it, though, it’s safe), and never, EVER comparing hands with someone. I also went through a weird period for a few years after college where I avoided sidewalk cracks like a Jerry Lewis telethon.
My five favorite albums are: In the Aeroplane over the Sea, Alien Lanes, Interbabe Concern, 1212, and 69 Love Songs. My five favorite authors are: Lorrie Moore, David Gates, M.F.K. Fisher, Flannery O’Connor, and Louise Fitzhugh. My five favorite public radio personalities are: Ira Glass, Sarah Vowell, David Sedaris, Corey Flintoff, and Lianne Hansen. (N.B.: Favorites are subject to change.)
I like email. Send it to editrixie at gmail dot com.