five things
Okay, I'm game, having been tagged, sorta, a couple of times.
I may be an Oh God I'm So Serious All the Time Blogger, but I can cut the pretension here and there and meme it.
Five statements, four true.
I grant that your definition of "true" and mine might not, precisely, match up.
1. I am descended, recently, from not one but two different guerilla leaders. You haven't heard of either of them. My family in fact happens to be in America because they were chased out of the Old Country by survivors of a rival faction, partially thanks to a clever ruse where they pretended to have died in a mining accident.
2. After getting my undergraduate degree, I spent about a year hauling garbage, yard debris, and junk appliances and driving a seven-ton dump truck in order to make ends meet. By the time I quit, I could lift and throw a clothes dryer. At one point I and one other woman moved, with no resources but a couple of small hand-tools and a broken dolly, an eight-hundred-pound naval stove out of a backwoods Christian retreat's kitchen, including negotiating stairs, doorways and corners. Nobody was hurt.
3. I think bustles are really, really hot. Basically the steampunk aesthetic makes me giddy and swoony. I would probably try to pull off goggles as a fashion accessory if I thought I could get away with it.
4. I parlayed my youthful spelling-bee championship and participation in the school mathletics team into a tongue-in-cheek persona as a nerd-chic spoken-word artist, affecting thick glasses as part of the joke. Unfortunately, going to dark coffee-shops in glasses I didn't need, during my teenage growth spurts, ruined my eyesight--now I have a truly ridiculous prescription, and I will always think it was my fault.
5. I think bats are cuddly and wonderful. I used to work with them when I helped take care of the animals at the nature center where I grew up, and learned to associate them with the few breaths of fresh air I got, taking the trash out for the night from my stifling first teenage job, and with the sunset over the river on my way out home. I studied their habits so enthusiastically that years later I was able to exploit them in a medium-complex romantic scheme that ended in first-rate cuddling with an artist from abroad.
Guess away. Post your own in comments if you like.
I may be an Oh God I'm So Serious All the Time Blogger, but I can cut the pretension here and there and meme it.
Five statements, four true.
I grant that your definition of "true" and mine might not, precisely, match up.
1. I am descended, recently, from not one but two different guerilla leaders. You haven't heard of either of them. My family in fact happens to be in America because they were chased out of the Old Country by survivors of a rival faction, partially thanks to a clever ruse where they pretended to have died in a mining accident.
2. After getting my undergraduate degree, I spent about a year hauling garbage, yard debris, and junk appliances and driving a seven-ton dump truck in order to make ends meet. By the time I quit, I could lift and throw a clothes dryer. At one point I and one other woman moved, with no resources but a couple of small hand-tools and a broken dolly, an eight-hundred-pound naval stove out of a backwoods Christian retreat's kitchen, including negotiating stairs, doorways and corners. Nobody was hurt.
3. I think bustles are really, really hot. Basically the steampunk aesthetic makes me giddy and swoony. I would probably try to pull off goggles as a fashion accessory if I thought I could get away with it.
4. I parlayed my youthful spelling-bee championship and participation in the school mathletics team into a tongue-in-cheek persona as a nerd-chic spoken-word artist, affecting thick glasses as part of the joke. Unfortunately, going to dark coffee-shops in glasses I didn't need, during my teenage growth spurts, ruined my eyesight--now I have a truly ridiculous prescription, and I will always think it was my fault.
5. I think bats are cuddly and wonderful. I used to work with them when I helped take care of the animals at the nature center where I grew up, and learned to associate them with the few breaths of fresh air I got, taking the trash out for the night from my stifling first teenage job, and with the sunset over the river on my way out home. I studied their habits so enthusiastically that years later I was able to exploit them in a medium-complex romantic scheme that ended in first-rate cuddling with an artist from abroad.
Guess away. Post your own in comments if you like.
Labels: metablogging
posted by little light | 12:06 AM
9 Comments:
I may be cheating, but #4?
-Faeth
Heavens, Faeth, what information would you have that would constitute cheating?
How long have you been reading here, anyhow, comrade?
Bats are cute, agreed.
I think it's #5. Bats carry rabies and I can't imagine anyone handling them on purpose.
Well, since andrea and rootietoot have guessed so gamely, the jig's up:
Faeth, being my ex-girlfriend, knows that I have 20/15 vision and have never worn glasses, except a brief period when I wore reading glasses to save my eyes because I was reading in bad light around the clock. Ah, uh, because I think I look cute in glasses.
I did do spoken word performance in dark cafes as a teenager, and I was a state spelling bee champion. The mathletes never forgave me for refusing to join their team, though.
Sorry to fake you out, rootietoot. Bats are probably the softest creatures in the world, and, up close and in my experience, extremely good-natured animals. I used to work with one that was flightless due to deformity and so couldn't be rehabilitated for the wild, and he was friggin' adorable.
Also, as it turns out, bats don't carry rabies any more frequently than any other wild mammal. It's all bad press.
I guess it's regional. Here in the Deep South rabies is endemic in bats. (my dad's a veterinarian, and he required us, as kids, to be vaccinated against rabies just because of the Bat Peril)Down here, they carry, but don't manifest symptoms, so you can't tell by looking at one.
So you think bustles are hot...do you mean the Edwardian version? Or is there some modern version I, in my Middle Class Southern White Woman Ignorance, am ignorant of? IS it a bustle alone or the whole s-shaped figure that comes from bustle+corset? Would a big protuberant arse suffice? Or does one need to be able to remove it at will? Inquiring minds, and all that.
It may be a regional thing. I know I was taught that a lot of the statistics about endemic rabies in bats, widely considered authoritative for decades, were based on faulty studies and have since produced much less scary results once re-run. I know that's true in my region. I'm also told that bats are susceptible to a disease that produces rabies-like symptoms but cannot be transmitted to non-bats, which is part of what threw the old studies.
As to bustles, it's a funny question. I recognize that they, like corsets, can often be uncomfortable and impractical, and that my considering them attractive is an odd and completely irrational thing. I generally find the huge cage ones a little giggle-inducing, but the smaller, mostly-fabric ones that you see, for instance, in the late 19th century...I've seen some like that, more moderned-up, and I'm compelled to think they look really, really good. Some of it may be the s-silhouette you mention; I also sort of have a thing for petticoats. Part of it is the figure; part of it is the way the fabric piles. Some clothes, I'm just as attracted to them as I am, potentially, to the person in them. And I often find people more interesting clothed than naked.
It's silly, which is why I chose it, and these sorts of impractical articles of clothing are the sort of thing I would never ask anyone else to wear. I'd probably wear 'em myself, though, given the chance. It's just one of those weird pushbuttons for me, that probably goes all sorts of odd places were I to really investigate it.
"I like. big. BUSTLES and i cannot lie..."
"Baby Got Hoop"
Marry me, Belle.
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