via barelyproper, boot_slut and battymaiden, among others

[labelleizzy]

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, 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.

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...she likes stealing office supplies."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.

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Reading patterns

[temperance14.livejournal.com]

I did not read Narnia until I was in my 30's. Have still read only the first book.
Read Travels with Charley by Steinbeck when I was still in elementary school.
Read almost all of Truman Capote between 7th and 9th grade, including Other Voices, Other Rooms. But never finished In Cold Blood.

[barelyproper.livejournal.com]

When we were both younger I envied you so much. You were everythign I wanted to be.. married, beautiful, not a lone, and so very elegant.

I am glad I had my dream bubbles popped on a couple of those and realized that beautiful and elegant are traits we share.

luv you dear.

[tsgeisel.livejournal.com]

I never know what to say for these things. But that's not what I'm telling you...

How about: I don't think I've ever eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Just never been a big jelly/preserves fan.

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

me neither. I used to eat pb&b - "&butter" sandwiches. *shrug* tasted better, I thought.

[vvvexation.livejournal.com]

Me neither, but in my case it was because I don't like peanut butter.

[satyrlovesong.livejournal.com]

I didn't have macaroni and cheese out of a box until I went camping in India when I was 21. I still make my mac and cheese from scratch - in fact, I made some this past weekend and there are leftovers in the fridge.

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

mmm. love mac and cheese.
I love adding stuff to it - onions (esp green onions), ham or tuna, and rarely, other vegetables. Oh! salsa (or pico), and tuna in mac and cheese is sooo yummy! love it!

[winetraveldance.livejournal.com]

I learned to waltz by watching Sleeping Beauty (the Disney cartoon version). When I was in elementary school and junior high, I'd put it on and waltz around my living room. I was completely shocked when I went to Gaskells for the first time and it worked just the way I thought it did.

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

righton! I started learning to waltz with Travellers Union at Hanford fair. It was my first small faire ever and TU was all getting addicted to ballroom... it was fun... We used to have Danceaholics Anonymous parties where someone would teach a particular form, but mostly it was just lots of dancing.
*sigh* miss that!

[ilsitane.livejournal.com]

Those sure were the days! Days like naked waltzing at Kiva. Or a mad polka in a darkened room to "No One Lives Forever". Good stuff.

[ihaveatiara.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm.

I have a paralyzing fear of heights. Ferris Wheels equate torture.
I will still wear Mary Janes when I get old.
I love Thai food and have been lucky enough to have a cooking lesson from Tox. (Made the greatest green curry last night!)
My dream is to one day sing in a symphony chorus.

How's that? :)

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

didn't know: heights
Not surprised: Mary Janes
yay for Tox, he has promised to "inflict" his Thai food on Jeff and me sometime, I hope soonish.
re: singing, I miss it. Used to sing choral-type and rounds when I was in scouts... *sigh*

and... that's good! thx!

[ilsitane.livejournal.com]

Huh - lessee. You may or may not know lots of things about me, so I'll throw out a few that may be entertaining...

I dropped out of high school, although I had only 3 classes left to have taken all of the English and Math courses available to me, and I took the California High School Proficiency Exam to prove my adequacy.

I have had some very odd jobs: my first paying job was as a calligrapher, I worked at Taco Bell twice and loved it, I worked graveyard shift at a gas station / convenience store, I worked at a photo lab / studio for 3 years, I delivered auto parts... then I launched my multi-career in accounting and/or desktop publishing, and eventually spent part of a school year teaching math.

I abhore the stealing of office supplies, and other such petty acts of dishonesty to one's self. I noticed on a recent excursion that both Frederik and I are fairly insistent about pushing the button and waiting for the walk signal at intersections. It's not that I'm partcularly law abiding - I just like the order that comes of following sensible rules.

I didn't start any sort of formalized dancing until after learning some Irish and ballroom at those Traveler's Union related parties in Sacramento, but I used to dance and sing in the reflection in our family room sliding glass door for hours and hours. I started my singing career at the tender age of 5, belting out the latest pop songs with my baby blue radio shack a.m. radio in my backyard. I still have that little radio.

I collect strange things, including view master reels, hot wheels cars and random plastic spoons - I have a Josie and the Pussycats spoon that I got in a cereal box in the actual 1970s.

I have a sister who is almost nothing like me - who buys two full size pick-up trucks for every hybrid I can buy, who smokes cigarettes and drinks daily, who had the same job for something like 13 years and it involved managing a large group of people, who likes those big muscly boys you see on the beach and has one for a husband, who likes to watch those absurd romantic comedies with lots of bathroom humor that I just don't get, who really doesn't read books, but reads several car enthusiast magazines monthly. We're still surprisingly close, although I feel like a hypocrite half the time.

I would like to get enough land to help with wolf rescue. I love wolves, I love helping, and I'm amazingly good with animals.

I want to visit Tibet and see what's going on there for myself. (I am reading everything I can get my hands on about Tibet. I am boycotting Chinese goods because of continued, blatent human rights violations in China and Tibet. But this is not the place to go off...)

I don't like it when cake and ice cream are served together because ice cream gives cake a weird sort of cruncy texture. I have many, many more odd food habits. When I was a toddler, apparently I consistently put the first spaghetti noodle I picked up ceremonially across the top of my head before eating the rest. I pick my pizza apart and eat bits of it separately even if I like everything on it.

When given the chance to write something, I go on and on and on... done now!

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

I tend to write "novel-length" responses myself.
I find this one you've done to be very very informative. Love the idea of wolf rescue but don't think I'll ever live on that much land. I want people and community really nearby and I don't ever want to "take care of" too much property. Watched my mom do that for a very long time. Want a tiny little formal-type magical herb garden, lots of herbs for cooking, and lots of flowers and fruit trees. I don't care if I have more than a tiny bit of grass just big enough for a picnic.

[moondanceminx.livejournal.com]

Dispite trying to be tough and carefree and have a hells-bells daredevil attitude and actions to match, going downhill on my skateboard makes my heart hammer and I don't like needles.

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

I was en bicicleta not long ago on a bike-hike with Jeff, and gosh, WHEEE! that downhill in Hercules, just the other side of the Carquinez bridge? oh goodness, that was the most fun I've had on my bike in years! No stopsigns till i got to the bottom of the hill... it was wonderful... first time I can recall doing something like that with more glee than fear.
TOTALLY wheee!

[ailurodragon.livejournal.com]

If, in February 1998, Laurie had left on Wednesday instead of Friday, I might never have joined the Pryanksters.

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

really? how does the sequence of events unfold?

[ailurodragon.livejournal.com]

Laurie was a friend in the dorms of Leach Hall, during her first year as a grad student, and my third year as an undergrad.

Dan had a good-bye party for her (other notables of that 'era' who attended were Tina, Virginia, and I believe barelyproper), where we did a bit of Irish dancing - The Four Hand Reel.

The last chance to say goodbye to Laurie was at the Hyde Park Dancers practise on Thursday night in Temporary Classroom Three, since she was leaving on Friday (or perhaps it was Saturday), so I attended. And I danced a little - Jenny and maybe Hyde Park, Child Grove, and/or Apley House.

And the next week I came back, even though Laurie was gone.

And the next week.

And the week after that.

In fact, the first practise I missed after I started was probably over a year later.

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

cool! thx!

Help?

[satyrlovesong.livejournal.com]

mahdi is considering Project Pipeline. Would you please pop over to his lj and give him your impressions?

Thank you sweetie.

Re: Help?

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

done. fueled by prolly a LEETLE too much white wine, but done.

and honest, to be sure.

[ribbin.livejournal.com]

The first motor vehicle I own was a 49cc Yamaha towny trailbike. I paid $40 for it, spent 2 months fixing it up, then realized it would cost me five times what I had paid for it to make it street legal and gave it away.

[battymaiden.livejournal.com]

O-kay, here's one I haven't shared universally yet. It makes a good reply to this meme...

Sometimes, just sometimes, I tune in on the world and I know if something is going to happen or not. It's not reliable, but it's happened often enough that I start telling my friends to be careful when I start getting a weird feeling about the day. An example:

I couln't see myself past the age of sixteen. Then, six months after my sixteenth birhtday, I got hit by a car while biking to school. I was in the crosswalk - the guy had run a red light. I was thrown twenty feet from where the car hit me. To this day I think that, mid-air, I made the decision to stay here. Why? I didn't have any broken bones, no head injuries, nothing except for a few scrapes and a sore back (I landed on my backpack). In a lot of ways, I did die that day, because I'm not the same person I was before.

One more example - the night of Matt's accident I decided that I was not afraid of death. I had finally made my piece with it. The evening felt wrong. I often wonder if, had I called Matt the minute I felt the evening was off-kilter, if he would have missed that accident...

[rightkindofme.livejournal.com]

If I am in a quiet room it has to be totally pitch black or I can't sleep. But I can fall asleep in the middle of a rave with strobe lights or bright spotlights on me.

It is very odd.

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

that is cool.

[klellingson.livejournal.com]

I found the Pryanksters through a post by one of the UC Davis students on the SCA West Kingdom news group. When I first heard about the dancing, I thought it might be a group of people new to the SCA, and I might be able to help out by teaching. Little did I know just what I was walking into.

One of the things I love to do is to ride roller coasters, although I don't get to do it as often as I would like. Magic Mountain is probably my second favorite amusement park because it has a great collection of coasters.