More narcissistic memery

So I’ve been tagged with one of these here blog meme things, where you take each of the first letters of your middle name and pick one fact that is relevant about your life. This being my own narcissistic blog, I’m always looking for new ways of talking about myself, so let’s jump right in.

E is for Ezra, my name, which is fairly unique, and which has always been sort of a relevant part of me. None of the other kids in elementary school had it, so writing “Ezra B.” on my homework was always overkill. Substitute teachers always needed prompted on pronunciation when they got to it during roll call. In adult life, I’m still the only non-Jewish Ezra I know. It’s short, memorable, has a “z” in it, and it’s served me well. Marco once expressed — I don’t know if it was admiration or scorn– about how I would turn writing my name into an art project every time I had a blank piece of paper and a pen in my hand.

L is for Love, which is probably a good thing. It’s not uniquely mine, but it’s important.

I is for the song which has haunted me all my life:
We all live in a capital I
in the middle of the desert
in the center of the sky.

All day long we polish up the I
to make it clean and shiny
so it brightens up the sky.
Rubbing it here
and scrubbing it there.
Polishing the I
so high in the air.

And as we work we sing a lively tune
“It is great to be so happy on a busy afternoon.”
And when we’re through with the day’s only chore,
we go into the I
and we close the door.

Capital I, capital I, capital I, capital I.

Of course, YouTube has the video of it.

3 thoughts on “More narcissistic memery”

  1. Huh. My middle name has only one initial letter, actually. (Yeah, I know what you meant.) And do people really mispronounce “Ezra”? Bizarre. People mispronounce my last name all the time, but my first they get right, of course. My middle — well, I don’t even tell them what it is, as a rule. But it sounds like He Who Must Not Be Named’s name, properly pronounced in French, which it is. It must be interesting, though, to have a first name with no known rhymes.

    John Woldemar Cowan

  2. Unless you count “bananafanafofezra”. I don’t know if it’s a real word, but apparently it was in a song.

    Not so much in adult life, but in school, yes. I sort of grew up right on the edge of civilization, in Western Pennsylvania. A few miles to the north and you were solidly in the industrialized Pittsburgh suburbs. A few miles to the south, and you were in the country which more resembled West Virginia. So, people had sort of skewed experience. So “Ezra” was a challenge for most people. But if you had a crazy Eastern European last name with 6 consonants in a row, that was no problem.

  3. I don’t know if it was admiration or scorn

    I’m sure I said it in my gentlest mocking tone and not as a criticism. Besides, as someone who devoted many hours in the fifth grade experimenting with signatures and who, to this day, only signs with a single name, I’m no one to talk. I’m quite aware of the beam in my own “I”.

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