You want seven things?
19Jan2009 Filed under: right now Author: webb
I’ve been hit by Alexandra Samuel. Rather than using a social media service that’s new to her, I figure I’d put this on a blog that’s probably new to her.
First, here are the rules for the game:
- Link to your original tagger(s) and list these rules in your post.
- Share seven facts about yourself in the post. (see below)
- Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs. (see below)
- Let them know they’ve been tagged.
Now, here are my seven things:
- I spent three long years toiling away in a garage on the Pacific. I produced some fiction of which I am proud. I also played a lot of tennis. That was part of the toiling. I swear.
- I play golf and tennis. And, yes, in both cases it partly because of the clothes.
- My mother still, occasionally, calls me “Ladybug.” She only does it in public. I secretly like it.
- I want to visit Missouri because it is the land of my people.
- I’m not sure that I’ll ever get over being humbled by being able to witness — even a continent away — this moment in history.
- I can’t parallel park. I can’t park in pull in spaces either. Ending up in the San Francisco Bay Area is like some sort of life lesson for me.
- I really, really, really want a sailboat.
Okay. I’m going to break the rules now and not tag anyone. But if you’re reading this, I’d love it if you’d share seven things — linking back to this post so I know about ‘em. If you don’t have an Internet room of your own, you can drop your seven things in the comments.
(photo credit: 7 Mosaic by Leo Reynolds)
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Why?
"He stopped commenting on this oddness of hers. She said the news clippings she sent to friends were a perfectly reasonable way to correspond. There were a thousand things to clip and they all said something about the way she felt. He watched her read and cut. She wore half-glasses and worked the scissors grimly. She believed these were personal forms of expression. She believed no message she could send a friend was more intimate and telling than a story in the paper about a violent act, a crazed man, a bombed Negro home, a Buddhist monk who sets himself on fire. Because these are the things that tell us how we live." -Don Dellilo, Libra
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Alexandra Samuel
January 19th, 2009 at 9:10 pm
Oh, Marnie, you’re such a good netizen it’s humbling. Heeding the call-to-meme, and yet resisting the urge to inflict/pay it forward.
So, a sailboat. What kind of bet could we come up with that has a twenty-year payoff horizon?
And you’re right, I didn’t know about this blog. I was already totally humbled by your prolificness on 337. Now I am just too daunted — I am giving up and going offline forever. Goodbye, Internet.
webb
January 21st, 2009 at 8:03 pm
You know, my goal is drive to smart, engaging, talented people out of public life and into hiding. No wait. That isn’t my goal. That was George Bush’s goal. I keep getting the two of us confused.
It must be the W.