you meme

[gilana]

Gakked from aphrabehn:

"I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your journals, or we have something else in common, and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me, and I thank you for your interest in my words.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...they enjoy the savory aroma of monkey brains a la mode."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then, if you like, post this in your own journal and see what gems of knowledge appear."

Comments

[gnomi.livejournal.com]

I'm very susceptible to earworms. All someone has to do is mention a song title and, if I'm familiar with the song, it will lodge itself in my brain until another song comes along and pushes it out.

[smacaski.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't like the savory aroma of monkey brains. :)

My dream vacation is to go to Italy, specifically Florence, to look at all the Michelangelo sculptures. As part of that, one of my New Year's resolutions this year is to finally get a freakin' passport.

[sweetmmeblue.livejournal.com]

I am a jack of all trades. Really, I'm great at picking up a bit of lots of things here and there and combining them as they are useful.

[rebmommy.livejournal.com]

I am currently working as Director of Pastoral Care Services for a small Jewish community. I also attend the ALEPH Rabbinic Seminary, studying to be a Mashpia/Spiritual Director and a Rabbinic Pastor. I am working on my final paper for a class in which we studied the philosophy of Emmanuel Levinas. His "ethics is first philosophy" sounds like some of what I read of Barack Obama's thoughts in his book Audacity of Hope. My paper is a conversation between the two of them.

[desireearmfeldt]

When I was in eighth grade, our traditional class play was cancelled, so I convinced my best friend to do Talley's Folly with me, and our assistant teacher to supervise/direct the whole business. I played Matt. We performed on a big wooden climbing structure in the backyard of the school. (This all makes more sense if you know that I went to a tiny little private progressive K-8 elementary school founded by hippies.)

[ladrescher.livejournal.com]

I got my Dutch citizenship a couple of years ago because I was in forever-love with someone and we'd planned to move to Europe. So, of course he dumped me. I'd still really like to live in Europe for at least SOME time, though. And I'm very happy about the dual citizenship thing, so it wasn't all bad.

Um, that and, I love peas. When they're cooked perfectly they pop when you bite 'em!

[jessruth.livejournal.com]

My 3-year-old nephew inspired my current love of Pepperidge Farm Cheddar goldfish. He called me "Desh" for about a year, until he learned to pronounce my name. Even he knows that my favorite color is purple (or "puhpul", as he calls it). I already have names picked out for my future children. I get hug-deprived very easily. I cry listening to many songs, even ones I've heard over and over again. I can sleep in pretty much any type of vehicle that moves.

[magid.livejournal.com]

I competed on my high school math team, along with the rest of the one calculus class.

[vanguardcdk.livejournal.com]

Heh, you know too much about me already. ;)

But here's another tidbit: I was a member of Math Club in High School and lettered in it three years in a row. I was not, however, a huge math genius. (I barely got through trig, let alone calculus) I just enjoyed the problem-solving aspects of it. And the pizza parties. :)

[smacaski.livejournal.com]

Ditto. And I was the one in my grade to letter freshman year.

[billmarrs.livejournal.com]

I have double-jointed thumbs.

[kalliejenn2.livejournal.com]

i won the math olympiads in 6th grade.

[lillibet.livejournal.com]

Oh, gosh. Trying to think of something you don't know about me is tricky. Let's see...

Did you know that I enjoy the "scan" feature on the car radio so much that when I'm alone in the car I will often simply listen to it scanning the stations, rather than committing to a single one?

[dpolicar]

Oo! Somebody else does that! Whee!
Well, actually, I don't listen to the radio much these days at all. But when I did, I used to do that a lot.

[bismuthobsidian.livejournal.com]

Some of my favorite foods are raspberries, chocolate, baked eggplant and pasta in a vodka sauce.
My favorite place in all the world in the New England coastline.
My favorite animal is the snow leopard.

I used to compete in downhill skiing.
I won the best/choral/singer of the year award in high school. This allowed me to be memorialized on a dusty plaque which future students would ignore.
I was on the field hockey team.
For 3 days I was on the men's wrestling team but quit because I realized the freshmen I was wrestling probably had never touched a girl before. If I had weighed more and was wrestling the older fellas I wouldn't have quit.

If I didn't have to work a real job I would probably dye my hair several different colors a year and dress very differently.

I also like candle lit dinners and long walks on the beach.

[dpolicar]

For many years now, I have been "about to" buy a new wardrobe of clothes that resemble the relatively small set of clothes that I wear because I enjoy wearing them, and because other people compliment me on my appearance when I do, and get rid of the bulk of the clothes that I've had for years and just kinda wear because they're there.

I never actually do this.

I suspect it's because I view it as symbolic, or perhaps symptomatic, of "growing up" in ways I find threatening.

[trowa-barton.livejournal.com]

I didn't like tequilla until I went to a T@F casting party.

[greenlily.livejournal.com]

I have a fairly strict no-TV-before-6-pm rule for myself. This can of course be bent on appropriate occasions, including sick days, snow/ice storm days, and vacation days when I need to catch up on my Livejournal anyways and might as well have the TV on for background noise. :)

me! me! ME!

[gib.livejournal.com]

i recently became an uncle.

i'm obsessed with making things with LEDs.

i suck at math, but i adore statistics.

i have a very fat cat i rescued over four years ago. right after i rescued him, he got very sick -- and the only place open that Sunday was Angell Memorial. he had a fever of 103 and had to kept for two days. i hadn't named him yet (i only had had him for a day), and had to refer to him as "Cat Hall" when I called to check up on him. after two days of intensive care, they released him with a diagnosis of "feline fever of unknown origin". Angell isn't cheap, and his two-day-stay maxed out my credit cards; so i named him Max. he's lived up to his name by becoming the fattest cat i've ever known.

[missionista.livejournal.com]

I really don't like anise and black licorice flavors, but for some reason, fennel is completely acceptable.

[naweiner.livejournal.com]

i lived in a co-op for 3 years. i left my happy socialist community to become a landlord. :)

[elizabear.livejournal.com]

I love singing, and don't do it enough. I need to remember that if I'm in a bad mood, singing will always make me feel better. I liked singing with my SCA choir, but the every-Monday-night rehearsals were draining, especially when I was leading the group. I'm thrilled now that I go to a weekly music class with my kids, and that they are starting to randomly sing around the house.

[spwebdesign.livejournal.com]

I once went to the local synagogue to ask if I could borrow prayer beads for a school performance of "If I were a Rich Man." I was completely ignorant of anything Jewish (there was only one Jewish person in my high school, the first Jew I ever met, and I knew nothing about his religion or culture) and may have inadvertently caused offense due to lack of sensitivity.

[aphrabehn.livejournal.com]

I punctured my eardrum when I was three and no one eve knew - I never made a peep, save for putting my hand up against my ear. I've been prone to ear infections ever since :-(

[heinleinfan.livejournal.com]

Since you are a theatre person, I'll ramble about my small forays into theatre.

I wanted to be involved in theatre in college, but I have no voice projection abilities at all, and then the whole stage fright thing that even when I can control the nerves and the shaking, I can't control the sweating and the face-turning-red-as-a-beet. So no onstage for me.

So I went back stage.

My most memorable back stage moment was during the first night of a performance and a scene change that required me to run out onto the dark stage, grab the christmas tree that had just been "decorated" by the players, and tote it off stage. I'm tiptoeing off stage, tree in hand when I hear *bonk...bonkbonk...CRASH* and there's a nice little pile of shattered christmas ball on the floor. And in the next scene, one of the characters has to walk around in footy pajamas.

So I scramble back on stage, luckily behind a couch, and start picking up the pieces of christmas tree ornament and manage to cut my finger...when *FLICK* up come the lights. So I'm lying there, behind the couch, holding handfuls of glass slivers and blood, through the whole scene, because I'd be visible if I tried to crawl past the couch...while the footy pajama girl tried to control her giggles and step around me whenever she had to go behind the couch.

...

No more theatre for me, thank you very much.

[rebmommy.livejournal.com]

funny story! sorry for laughing at your dilemma as stage crew, but I do find it funny.

[lordfeepness.livejournal.com]

One semester while I was in college, I lived in a room in a frat house that had been bought and turned into a non-fraternity rooming house. All the surrounding houses were still frats, though. They were always blasting music while I was trying to sleep or do homework, so one day, when my next-door frat neighbors were out playing football on their lawn, I decided that turnabout was fair play and set up my stereo speakers on the small deck outside my window, put on The Residents, and turned it up to 11. The frat guys looked very confused.

[ceo]

I can wiggle my eyebrows independently, and can almost wiggle my ears independently.

In the mood for confession more than fun facts, hope you don't mind.

[shereminisces.livejournal.com]

When I get uncomfortable or nervous in social situations, I tend to talk about sex or my boobs. I don't know why and I hate it.

I tend to communicate least with people I dislike, which is normal, but also with people I like best. This is because when I like someone I generally feel that what I have to say is not clever or awesome enough to be worth their time, so I don't want to say anything. This occurs even with close friends, and more often than seems possible. I lost one of my best friends in the entire world over this issue.

At least 50% of the reason I am going to England right now is so that I won't have to be in the same city as Beau for our final breakup (and his possible new relationship with his other ex girlfriend). I have barely admitted this to anyone because it is embarrassing, but it is clear in my mind. I have never been able to get over someone I was in love with without considerable amounts of distance, both temporally and physically, and I am scared I will have to leave town every time I break up with someone for the rest of my life.

Sorry to unload all this on you. You have always been so welcoming to me, and I have wished we stayed in better touch, fleeting as our meeting was. You, Ethan, Lidia... I never contact any of you, or the other people I care about who wouldn't judge me, and I don't know why. I just can't seem to do it, except apparently in random LJ comments. Secretly I feel so overwhelmed I could burst, but I'm not even writing it in my own journal. Who knows why this eve has produced such a confession?

[hotpoint.livejournal.com]

I like black jellybeans, licorice, and anisette liqueur, but I can't stand salty licorice candy. When my sisters and I would split a bag of Brachs jellybeans, they'd eat only the colored ones and leave me the black ones.

[muffyjo]

I loved horseback riding and the smell of horses. I remember when I learned to jump how proud I was, and excited. Of course of the three animals I am allergic to as an adult, horses are one of them. C'est la vie.

Mysteries revealed...

[snoopymel.livejournal.com]

One of my favorite memories is skinny dipping in college with three other lady friends. It was senior week, and we were looking for ways to appropriately commemorate our college years in our brains. So we piled into a car, changed en route into our suits (and yes, I waved my bra out of the car like a proud flag) and headed to Cornell's famous gorges. We climbed down the precarious moss-strewn, wooden stairwell into the world of nymphs and magic. And we shed our clothes and walked slowly into the water, thrilled, drenched in a gorgeous moonlight. I can still close my eyes and see us each settled on our respective boulders, feet lapping in the rushing water, smiling at each other, smelling the woods, feeling the wind, loving this moment that comprises fantasies of the hopeless romantic variety. And feeling so close to each other. I don't think I've ever told anyone this story, except my ex-boyfriend, who then made a snarky joke that he was there, watching us in our glory (he was joking, but it makes me giggle thinking that there could have been spies on our goddess-like bliss).

[toyb.livejournal.com]

I'm terrible at keeping in touch with people other than seeing them in real life. On a more positive note, I got a bronze medal in an international computer competition.

[ayelle.livejournal.com]

A college friend of mine who dated 2/3 of my exes after I did is now getting married to the final one (which I'm thrilled about, as I am good friends with both of them). At least now the rest of them are safe, I guess!

[42itous.livejournal.com]

I know how to tell by looking at an apple whether it's a "good" one -- meaning crunchy, of course. I don't know how I learned this skill. When I was a kid, I used to get annoyed because my mom bought "bad" apples -- meaning mealy -- from the supermarket, and I'd ask her why she bought them if they weren't crunchy. I've tried to teach her, but I guess the Apple Zen isn't an easily learned skill.

[gilana]

Oh, man, I wish I had that skill! You should stand at the market and rent yourself out. ...wait, that came out wrong...

[kelkyag]

I adore textiles, and effectively collect both yarn and fabric. Sometimes I even make something with them.

[earthling177.livejournal.com]

I've been way behind my LJ reading for a while now, and I find it kinda embarrassing to reply to posts so far behind, so lately I've been replying less. I hope that one of these days I'll catch up and even perhaps start posting on my own again.

Happy New Year!