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I’m Patrick and I play traditional Irish music on the tenor banjo and C#/D button box and I draw things sometimes and cook potatoes and chickpeas and onions and garlic and collards and veggie sausage and canned tomatoes and sometimes I sing if the moment is right and I enjoy looking at two pictures of the same thing and crossing my eyes so the left eye sees the picture on the right and the right eye sees the picture on the left and sometimes doing this shows me something new about the things or places or people in those pictures and tofu and seitan and tempeh because I am a vegetarian and I love when I’m sitting at the table and a strange bird call from outside catches my attention and I look out the window to see if I can spot the bird singing and just at that moment a great big red fox comes padding down our street, unhurried and confident, weaving through the parked cars and making his way, at his own pace, to the woods behind the house where he will dine on baby rabbits and reading comic books of various kinds, old superhero comics and underground comix from the 60s and newer things but also novels about cowboys or sailors or British upper-class nincompoops and once in a great while some poetry by my grandmother or my namesake or someone else and listening to music by all sorts of people from all over the place and time but especially polkas and slides from the southwest of Ireland and sitting by the fire with a mug of strong black tea and listening to the radio and rocking in the rocking chair and also playing for Morris dancing which is rewarding but also tricky but waking up before sunrise on May 1st and gathering to play music as the dancers convince the sun to rise is pretty wonderful, not to mention sweet potatoes and ginger and red beans and cumin and hot peppers and peanuts and to be continued…