Something New: The Yell Softly Questions: Aaryn Belfer

My head is currently clamped between the couch’s armrest and my left fist.  It’s the most comfortable I’ve been all day.  I have an epic migraine so I am going to apologize right now for any typos, misspellings, stupid jokes, and any other grievous errors.

Aaryn Belfer’s sentences snap harder than junior high girl’s bra strap.  Her writing is funny, irreverent, and poignant.  She answered the Yell Softly Questions on her website and it gave me an idea:  Once a week I’m going to post someone’s answers to the Yell Softly Questions.

Give it a try; answer the questions and email your answers to me along with a short bio.  Requests to remain anonymous will be honored.  You can read my answers here.

And now, I am going to hand you over to someone far more entertaining than an invalid pleading an armrest for mercy from a devious being who’s invaded her head.  After you read this you’ll want more and I suggest you start with this post.  Over to you, Aaryn Darling.

What are your necessities?   Love; kisses from my daughter, both landed and blown; sunglasses; CO Bigelow Mentha Tint lip gloss; heels of all kinds (stacked, stiletto, kitten, princess, wedge, what have you); booksbooksbooks; The New Yorker; On The Street with Bill Cunningham; the family bed on weekends; alone time; my Canon 40-D and 50mm lens; Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue, any Thelonious, Jimmy Smith, Gene Harris, Chet Baker, Ella Fizgerald…oh hell, all kinds of jazz that I couldn’t possibly live without, especially Cannonball Adderly’s and Bobby Timmons’ swingin’ masterpiece  “Dis Here” set on repeat, cruising up the coast as a passenger in my husband’s classic Mini,  windows down, volume at 11. Picture it…

Nothing smells better than. . .my daughter’s skin after a bath and her scalp after oiling; the space between my husband’s nose and upper lip after he shaves; early mornings in a canyon.

Nothing tastes better than. . .Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups/Trees/Eggs/Hearts with an ice cold glass of water.

Nothing feels better than . . .Hey, now…

I’d rather be…laughing and toasting with friends on my back patio during a summer evening, my home filled with people I adore, than doing just about anything else, especially faxing.

If you could live in any other epoch, which would it be? As far as fashion goes, the 20s or the 60s (ala Mad Men). Otherwise, this one seems to be working out well for me.

If you could jump into any painting, à la Mary Poppins, which would you choose?

*I added a new question since Aaryn answered these:  What work of art or literature (a book, song, poem etc.) changed your life?  Maybe she will answer it in the comments, *hint hint*