an introductory list
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kaigou1. My first paramour was named Evil. His first words to me were to call me a strumpet. When I gave him the patented glare of doom, he called me a trollop. After that, puppy love. Man, the memories.
2. If it gets below 72F, I'm putting on a sweatshirt. Below 68F, wool socks as well.
3. I worked as a nude model in college, which is how I ended up being the centerfold in my college's literary journal. Twice.
4. The closer I am to someone, the worse I get at graciously accepting gifts. I get all awkward and cranky, and then have to go find something around the house to fix until the moment passes.
5. I don't disbelieve in god, I just consider the issue irrelevant.
6. I enjoy maneuvering my VW through tight spots at high speeds, and laughing hysterically while the SUVs around me freak out.
7. I used to do lunch with a DEA agent semi-regularly, which is how I know the only Mexican restaurant in this city that's not on the Mexican-mafia payroll.
8. Every single time I get evening-dressy, I can hear a bouncer-friend's voice in my head: "Sure, you can have the guest pass. If you dress like a girl."
9. It's been [censored] years and I'm still not sure I'm over the trauma. Thanks, man.
10. The first time I ever drove a car, I totaled a Metro toll booth.
11. I used to amuse myself on roadtrips by telling the gas-station guys in NJ that my 914 didn't actually have a gas tank. Seen the Flintstones, right? Just slide back this panel in the floor and then move your feet really really fast. (Best part: some of them believed me.)
12. I get twitchy whenever I realize I have more than six pairs of shoes. Thanks to stupid corporate shoe fashion expectation crap, I'm twitchy a lot.
13. I hate to shop unless it's absolutely crucial, I know already exactly what I want, I'm by myself, and it's uncrowded enough that I can speed-shop. Do not slow down, do not dawdle, do not pass go, do not spend two hundred dollars.
14. The only shopping exception is for hardware stores. I have been known to go in and not resurface until two or three hours later.
15. I started sewing at age 5; I made my one prom dress, one homecoming dress, a crinoline for my sister, and the bridesmaid's dresses for my father's second wedding. And I still hate to do laundry. With a passion.
16. If I ever get a chance at grad school, it'd be to study urban planning.
17. If we're good friends, I'll pitch in on cleaning up. If I love you, I'll fix something around your house. If I'm IN love with you, I'll do your laundry. (Okay, once. But I figure I can get a lot of mileage out of such a massive sacrifice.)
18. I only listen to voicemail about once a month, in the hopes that anything will expire and drop off the voicemail system and I won't have to deal with it after all.
19. I still have my racing shirts from HS. Somewhere. I have learned to accept that secretly I will always be a jock.
20. I would gleefully survive on a diet of frybread. If I had someone else here to make it for me, that is. Me and hot oil, not so much with the good.
21. I read non-fiction regularly. When I read fiction, I tend to tear through eight books in two days and then not touch fiction for another eight months. I'm like a binge-and... well, a binge-and-avoid fiction reader.
22. I remain enamoured of Heideggerian existentialism, even after all these years.
23. I would be much prouder of myself if I could master the art of at least hearing tones in Mandarin, even if it's a lost cause for me to ever inflect them.
24. I can get lost in two seconds if I'm only going a mile down the road, but I got from Moab Utah to Topeka Kansas without a map. Maybe it wasn't the most direct route, but I refuse to stop and ask directions. It's against my non-religion.
25. I will finish the kitchenby august by yearend some day.
2. If it gets below 72F, I'm putting on a sweatshirt. Below 68F, wool socks as well.
3. I worked as a nude model in college, which is how I ended up being the centerfold in my college's literary journal. Twice.
4. The closer I am to someone, the worse I get at graciously accepting gifts. I get all awkward and cranky, and then have to go find something around the house to fix until the moment passes.
5. I don't disbelieve in god, I just consider the issue irrelevant.
6. I enjoy maneuvering my VW through tight spots at high speeds, and laughing hysterically while the SUVs around me freak out.
7. I used to do lunch with a DEA agent semi-regularly, which is how I know the only Mexican restaurant in this city that's not on the Mexican-mafia payroll.
8. Every single time I get evening-dressy, I can hear a bouncer-friend's voice in my head: "Sure, you can have the guest pass. If you dress like a girl."
9. It's been [censored] years and I'm still not sure I'm over the trauma. Thanks, man.
10. The first time I ever drove a car, I totaled a Metro toll booth.
11. I used to amuse myself on roadtrips by telling the gas-station guys in NJ that my 914 didn't actually have a gas tank. Seen the Flintstones, right? Just slide back this panel in the floor and then move your feet really really fast. (Best part: some of them believed me.)
12. I get twitchy whenever I realize I have more than six pairs of shoes. Thanks to stupid corporate shoe fashion expectation crap, I'm twitchy a lot.
13. I hate to shop unless it's absolutely crucial, I know already exactly what I want, I'm by myself, and it's uncrowded enough that I can speed-shop. Do not slow down, do not dawdle, do not pass go, do not spend two hundred dollars.
14. The only shopping exception is for hardware stores. I have been known to go in and not resurface until two or three hours later.
15. I started sewing at age 5; I made my one prom dress, one homecoming dress, a crinoline for my sister, and the bridesmaid's dresses for my father's second wedding. And I still hate to do laundry. With a passion.
16. If I ever get a chance at grad school, it'd be to study urban planning.
17. If we're good friends, I'll pitch in on cleaning up. If I love you, I'll fix something around your house. If I'm IN love with you, I'll do your laundry. (Okay, once. But I figure I can get a lot of mileage out of such a massive sacrifice.)
18. I only listen to voicemail about once a month, in the hopes that anything will expire and drop off the voicemail system and I won't have to deal with it after all.
19. I still have my racing shirts from HS. Somewhere. I have learned to accept that secretly I will always be a jock.
20. I would gleefully survive on a diet of frybread. If I had someone else here to make it for me, that is. Me and hot oil, not so much with the good.
21. I read non-fiction regularly. When I read fiction, I tend to tear through eight books in two days and then not touch fiction for another eight months. I'm like a binge-and... well, a binge-and-avoid fiction reader.
22. I remain enamoured of Heideggerian existentialism, even after all these years.
23. I would be much prouder of myself if I could master the art of at least hearing tones in Mandarin, even if it's a lost cause for me to ever inflect them.
24. I can get lost in two seconds if I'm only going a mile down the road, but I got from Moab Utah to Topeka Kansas without a map. Maybe it wasn't the most direct route, but I refuse to stop and ask directions. It's against my non-religion.
25. I will finish the kitchen
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Date: 10 May 2010 04:04 am (UTC)*high five* I made some extra money that way just after college. *thoughtful* Up until my cat exploded and I had to stay home with him while the anesthesia wore off, and canceled a gig. Then they stopped calling me. I liked the sculpture students best; they gave me the most heaters and got me furthest away from the tile floor.
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Date: 11 May 2010 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 10 May 2010 02:50 pm (UTC)But aren't you supposed to use lard rather than oil in doing frybread? (At least that's what I always learned.)
But yes, completely agreed (and if there are not regular powwows near you, you have my sympathies for not having anyone nearby who can make frybread and buffalo chili.)
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Date: 11 May 2010 03:17 am (UTC)No. Much bewailing -- only one annual source of frybread around here, sob. Man, I miss the DC area, where you could find at least one powow in a 100mi radius on any given weekend between March to October...
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Date: 11 May 2010 04:55 am (UTC)(And yes, I've had good success in preparing frybread with lard.)
My sympathies, seriously (ESPECIALLY having been in the DC area, and knowing that the Museum of the American Indian is not only a wonderful source of powwow foods (at its cafeteria in non-powwow season) but also sells frybread mix in its gift shop. (Long story short, know friends/"adopted family" up in the Washington and Baltimore areas. Here where I live, I pretty much get to wait for the three regional powwows or take a weekend trip to Cherokee, NC to get frybread. That is, if I don't use elephant-ear/funnel-cake mix which is *surprisingly* close to frybread mix (actually, darn near identical without the sugar) and QUITE available from Gordon Food Service. :D)
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Date: 11 May 2010 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 11 May 2010 03:31 am (UTC)*nods* That's exactly it! My parents would probably laugh if they heard that from me, though, since I'm notorious for being lazy around the house, and my dad tends to be the one to do all the handywork. But I think someday I'd like to attempt more interior decor and/or landscaping stuff, when I have my own place. :)
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Date: 11 May 2010 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 11 May 2010 03:20 am (UTC)Actually, I really liked Kansas. And I got total dirt envy seeing the rich loam of the rolling fields out my car window...
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