Here’s how it works:
•    Link to your original tagger(s) and list these rules in your post.
•    Share seven facts about yourself in the post
•    Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs.
•    Let them know they’ve been tagged.

I’m not even sure I can come up with 7 things people don’t know about me (my life is an open book … one that Oprah would not pick for any month), but here goes:

1. I was born 3 months premature (I think I looked something akin to Benjamin Button but smaller and with hair).  I blame (accurately or not) all of the following conditions on my premature birth: asthma, flat feet, social awkwardness, shin splints, knee problems, hatred of cilantro, and an extremely loud voice.
2. In an ideal world, I would be a screenwriter who writes novels on the side, but when I sit down to write I have trouble translating the good, creative ideas in my head to paper.
3. When I was a junior in college, I spoke with (in the same day) a death row inmate about his crime/sentence and the members of a support group for families of murder victims.
4. I still get a little nervous on school busses, because when I was 10 the bus I was riding in got into a bad accident.
5. I yelled Gary Sinise’s name from atop a peak in the Pyrenees Mountains.  All of my friends were yelling things, but I was so caught up in the beauty of the place that I couldn’t think of anything of substance to yell.   I had re-watched “Forrest Gump” a few days before I got to Spain, and Gary Sinise had been one of my favorite actors for years, so his seemed as good a name to yell as any.  When I met him a few months later (outside of the theater where he was playing McMurphy in the stage production of “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” — one of my favorite books), I told him the story.
6. Until last year, I rode a kid’s mountain bike that I got as a Christmas present when I was 9.  I rode it all around my hometown (to get pizza and ice cream, the only things to do in my hometown).  I rode it from Williams College in Massachusetts through Vermont and across the border into Canada.  I rode it 800 miles from Barcelona to the South of France and back to Barcelona.  I rode it for four years at college.  When I moved to my new apartment, there wasn’t space for it, so I left it outside on Market Street and it was gone a few hours later.  Every time I see a homeless person riding a bike, I check to see if it is my Rincon Giant.
7. In my house growing up, I learned to pick locks with a plastic fork.  That is what we did in backwoods CT for fun.  Incidentally, when I tried to demonstrate my talent to a friend using my dorm room door in college, the tine of the plastic fork broke off in the lock (which never happened in CT…damn California doors/forks).  This cost me $100 and an hour of my life with the world’s creepiest locksmiths.

Now, to drag 7 people into this:

Nate Solon, blogger/chef extraordinaire and a friend from college.

Evan Solomon, a god among men who gifted me this blog.

Sarah Michael Douglas, a brilliant science mind and the person who I most often think of when I start a sentence with “It seemed like such a good idea at the time…”

Ilena George, the bee’s knees of medical students and who has done some really, really cool things in her 24 years (like working at a circus in South Africa).

Rachel Levy, who knows more television and movie trivia than I do (which I didn’t think was possible).

Ray George, my manager at Page One, who got mad at Shelly when she didn’t link to him in her blog post.

Bret Clement, another manager at Page One who I know will have 7 exciting stories to tell.