I read the New Yorker and listen to NPR. Not at the same time. I can parallel park like nobody's business. (While listening to NPR, but not while reading the New Yorker.) My son keeps me hip to current music (Vampire Weekend is working for me), although I still harbor a soft spot for Violent Femmes and The Ramones when I'm looking to let off steam. I'm pretty sure that ear buds were invented for other people to listen to bluegrass and Celtic music. I would far prefer my coffee and croissants on the patio than breakfast in bed. Gotta get out and about. Walk through the city, bicycle, hike in the woods, kayak. I go to the gym twice weekly without fail. My balance is superb. I'm pretty tragic with a ball. I don't think you can only discover your true self by spending time alone. Isn't who we are with other people just as true? I love when someone lets me see the world through his eyes, and I find it pretty charming when someone tries to see through mine.