The stuff you always wanted to know.

So, my fellow blogger, Pretty Good on Paper, tagged me with what he calls the “dreaded” Meme of Eight. Thanks a lot. Now I have to think of random facts about myself that might be a modicum of interest to the general world.

Well, here goes (nothing):

1. I am terribly patriotic and often hum the Star Spangled Banner. I get choked up over the Pledge of Allegiance and cry over a display of fireworks. I love America.

2. I am extremely gullible. I have learned to look up and double check things, to the point that sometimes I don’t believe at first things that are true, and should be accepted on first point. Being gullible, has, in the end made me rather skeptical.

3. I am just now getting into the Sopranos. Hearing about it all these years, I couldn’t imagine an intellectual like myself (I jest, but only barely) would like an HBO series based on the mob. I’m hooked now, and it has taken over and replaced my former Law & Order addiction.

4. In college, I fell in love with none other than Woody Allen. Yes, that Woody Allen. I wrote to him, and amazingly he wrote me back. I fantasized about him pulling up to my dorm room and wisking me away in a limo. I imagined us making witty and clever conversation. Alas, he chose to take up with his almost-daughter, Soon-Yi, which broke my heart. I got over it.

5. I’m a chronic user of Q-Tips. Really. I use about 8 a day–I just like clean ears.

6. My favorite poet is Walt Whitman. My favorite poem, however, is by e.e. cummings and is:

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

7. I do not like clowns. They are really frightening, don’t you agree?

8. I break rules in the blogosphere, because I’m too much of a goody-two-shoes to do it anywhere else. Thus, I’m not participating in the 2nd part of this meme, that is…I’m not tagging others to do it. But, if you are interested…the rules are at the bottom of this post.

So there you have it–a random like of facts for your reading pleasure.


The Meme of Eight Rules:

1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.

2. People who are tagged write their own blog post about their 8 things and post these rules.

3. At the end choose 8 people to get tagged and list their names.

4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and to read your blog.

2 thoughts on “The stuff you always wanted to know.

  1. I envy you on #1. I used to be like this but I’ve found myself growing much too cynical in the past eight years.

    Thanks for sharing all these interesting facts about yourself. Great Walt Whitman poem.


  2. Qtips, huh? I find myself obsessing about my ears, too. Maybe Qtips are the solution.

    I think we can all agree on the clown thing. I never met anyone who thought they were anything other than terrifying. True story: When I was maybe 9 years old a friend’s mom took us two and his big (11?) sister to the circus. Somebody asked me on the ride home what my favorite act was and I said it was the lion tamer. The sister said, scornfully, that I just liked the lion tamer because he was so brave and strong and I wanted to be like him.

    I don’t remember why I liked the lion tamer, but that was the truth. Being innocent and gullible, I couldn’t think of a good comeback or another act that I liked. But I remembered the clowns, so I said I also liked the clowns. She looked at her mom and complained that I was lying. I guess it was pretty obvious.


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