Jimmy Buffet—meh
In response to being tagged by Heather this week, I’ve been trying to conjure ten interesting facts about yours truly. She’d dropped the gauntlet—what else could I do? This reminded me a little of Jimmy Buffet’s “My Life (In Four Hundred Words or Less)” chapter that he uses to preface his popular memoir, A Pirate Looks At Fifty. I thought it was a cool idea, to summarize one’s life experience in 400 words. I’ve never drawn much inspiration from Jimmy Buffet’s life or music before then, but the guy is a heckuva storyteller (too bad the book was lost in a rainstorm).
So I took at stab at writing my own condensed personal history, but ended up feeling woefully inadequate trying to compete with Jimmy’s tales of adventure. I crash bicycles. Jimmy Buffet crashes seaplanes. I take off from work to join the US Peace Corps. Jimmy Buffet takes off in fighter jets from the decks of US Navy aircraft carriers. And so on.
Maybe this’ll be easier. Ten things, huh? OK, here goes:
- In our early years, living on the island of Okinawa, my kid sister and I picked up Japanese before English.
- For the last decade, the steel in my right leg routinely sets off airport metal detectors. It was a fun novelty at first that has since grown tiresome.
- I can recite Hamlet’s soliloquy from memory.
- Despite the fact that I lived on a houseboat in Seattle for many years, I’ve never seen the romantic comedy “Sleepless in Seattle” starring Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.
- Unable to convince anyone else of the wonder of the idea, I spent two weeks alone in the backcountry of Death Valley, CA.
- I once dined on a seven-course meal of cobra (including the snake’s blood, bile and beating heart) at a clandestine location in Hanoi next to a table full of drunk soldiers with AK-47s. A week later I ate a dog in Sapa near the Chinese border. I’d rather forget the latter.
- I’ve ridden a horse with a broken leg (mine, not the horse’s) in the mountains of Peru (see #2).
- My Uncle Bill had a speaking part in the hit TV series “Northern Exposure” which was partly shot in the very nice town of Roslyn, Washington in the Cascade foothills. (I only discovered this recently after Heather and Joe lent me the series on DVD.)
- I can balance on a stationary bicycle with a beverage in one hand indefinitely.
- Unlike Jimmy Buffet, I have never recorded a hit album.









Nice list! It got me thinking about a list I put together for a little birthday party, many years ago. Here’s the Evite as it appeared back towards the end of the year 2000.
Hold Your Horses Jesus. Bill Z’s Birthday Comes First!
For 29 years now, Bill has had some pretty tough competition when it comes to birthday parties. Let’s face it, when you’re going toe to toe with the baby Jesus, the odds are not in your favor. Let’s compare:
Father
Bill: Son of Jim
Jesus: Son of God
Current Job Title
Bill: Programmer
Jesus: Messiah
Dependents:
Bill: Sneaky the cat
Jesus: 6.5 billion souls
As you can see, Bill has really been overlooked! So, Jesus H. Christ, come on down to Marcus’ and wish Bill (our personal savior du jour) a happy birthday!
I don’t think that list will ever be topped! Thanks, Monk.
Jeepers, and I thought that I had some stories that had to be started with the disclaimer of “And I know that this sounds kind of strange but . . . ” I’m impressed Zimmerman. I think a a photo of #9 would definitely add to the blog. Oh, and which tastes more like chicken — cobra or dog? Trice
Very impressive bio. If you ever run our of topics to blog, please consider blogging about what it is like to live on a houseboat in Seattle. Just a thought. From a loyal reader. I like #2 (along with #7) because I can’t even imagine it all, and having steel embedded in one’s leg, well it sounds positively bionic. I also like #5. It made me look up where Death Valley is. I’ve been to Yosemite. Awe-inspiring but I would not brave Any National Parks on my own, let alone for 2 weeks. And Hamlet’s soliloquy? You must be a poetry buff. I don’t even remember what that soliloquy was. I really struggled with Shakespeare, back when I was tortured with his plays in my secondary school in B’da. It was such a punishment, British-style.