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08 March 2009 @ 03:11 pm
25 Things  

25 Random Things About Me
 

  1. This list is not random. I neither doubt nor deny that randomness might be possible but I am certain that it’s not something I could attain when pressed to write 25 things about myself. Besides, when you come right down to it, I’m pretty sure that a truly random list of 25 things about me would not be the least bit interesting. I mean, c’mon: “I have type B Negative blood, my eyes are blue, I have a small scar on my…” Bor-ring.
     
  2. Not only was I born at a very early age, my adoption had been prearranged before I made my grand entrance. Exit. You know what I mean.
     
  3. Kindly Ma and Pa Haskell, the folks who found me laying in a tiny rocket ship crashed in a field … er … um … heh … That is to say, the people I mean when I say “my parents”, “my mother,” “my father” (may their memory be a blessing) are Joe & Ellamae Haskell. (I became a “Levy Haskell” on that happy, happy day when I married Susan.) I was truly fortunate to have been adopted by them, as they were wonderful, kind, loving, and giving people from whom I learned a lot about the world and especially about being a mensch.
     
  4. I have fairly recently come to understand that if I had been born a girl I would have been an entirely different person. Entirely. Much, much more so than would be true of most people. Remember, this was back in the days before ultrasound, so there wasn’t any way to know for sure which way my plumbing was configured before I made my debut. It was a private adoption, arranged ahead of time through an attorney rather than through some bureau of social services or somesuch. I don’t know what they do these days and whether this would still be possible, but the arrangements were fairly detailed and specific. You see, Joe and Ellamae really, really wanted a boy and there was this other couple who really, really wanted a girl. So had I turned out to be a girl, I wouldn’t have simply been a girl instead of a boy, I would have gone to and been raised by an entirely different family. You can argue “nature vs. nurture” all you want, but I gotta say that the meaningful similarities between me and the me-who-is-a-woman living in an alternate universe must be somewhere in the realm of the indiscernible.
     
  5. I’ve “always known” that I was adopted. This actually means at the very least that when I was told that I was adopted I didn’t find it memorably traumatic (or memorably much of anything else I guess. Otherwise I’d remember the occasion. Right?).
     
  6. I don’t know how or when I came up with this image—it seems to have been kicking around in my head for most of my life—but I have a mental picture of a fairly long hallway or corridor with a shelf mounted on each wall at about shoulder height. Each shelf runs the length of the hallway. Upon these shelves are baby after baby after baby after baby after baby—bazillions of ’em—each wearing nothing but a cloth diaper (this was long before disposable diapers) and each about old enough to sit up with the help of the wall behind them. Joe and Ellamae are slowly walking down the center of this corridor. Ellamae’s hand is gently resting in the crook of Joe’s arm, just like the way they taught us to proceed to the dance floor with a partner when we were in dance class all those years ago. They are walking at a somewhat slow pace, looking from side to side at the babies. When they come to where I’m sitting—probably with some drool dribbling down from my mouth to my chin—Ellamae tightens her grip on Joe’s arm. “Oh, Joe,” she says. “I want that one.”
     
  7. To the best of my knowledge and recollection, I’ve never met my biological parents, nor do I know anything about either of them. I would very much like to know something about their life circumstances—who they were around the time I was born. I think I would like to meet my biological mother some day. After which I might (or might not) be interested in meeting my biological father.
     
  8. Losing upsets me far, far more than winning pleases me. This is why I have a strong tendency to not play.
     
  9. is the number of pills currently I take each morning to help keep me (relatively) sane and (somewhat) happy and (reasonably) healthy: four 20 mg tablets of paroxetine, two 10 mg tablets of methylphenidate (repeated two more times over the course of the day), one 100 mg tablet of lamotrigine, one 20 mg capsule of omeprazole, and one Target-brand Specially formulated multivitamin/multimineral supplement for adults 50+ (compare to the ingredients of Centrum® Silver®). I’ve also been known to pop a couple of aspirin or a naproxen sodium tablet from time to time when I feel the need.
     
  10. I suffer from clinical depression and apparently have at least some degree of some form of attention deficit. For the most part, my meds keep me functional. Sometimes a little better than just “functional.” Sometimes a little less than “functional.”
     
  11. I’m Jewish. Or, at least, I was raised Jewish and I consider myself to be Jewish. However, I don’t think my biological parents were Jewish. Therefore I don’t know whether I’d be eligible to immigrate under The Law of Return; however, since I’m not planning to do so that shouldn’t be a problem.
     
  12. I wear a kippah when I’m not in my place of abode. Oy! A nice not-really-practicing Reform Jewish boy (who was raised casually Conservative) affecting a kippah? Gevalt!
    Nu? I started wearing a kippah when I’d heard that Senator Wellstone had died. After a few weeks I stopped. A relatively short time later I realized that I felt more comfortable wearing one than not. So my current arrangement with Hashem is I wear a kippah when I’m out and about.
     
  13. When people ask me about my job these days, I usually tell them that I am “happier than a pig in a mud patch.” I don’t actually know that a pig in a mud patch is any happier than a clam, but I rather suspect he or she is. In any case, things could only be better if I were being paid a better salary. I am working on a fascinating and important project which fits well with my interests, experience, and ability; I am privileged to be working closely with a group of people for whom I have enormous trust and respect; I like the rest of the people I know in the company; and I think I am working for a good company.
     
  14. If you are called in for an audit, I will come along with you.
     
  15. I was very unimpressed with Disneyland®. However, it had only been open for about a year and a half when I went—maybe it got better later on.
     
  16. I am blessed with friends who are the most fascinating, most talented, most charming, most beautiful, and most intelligent bunch of people ever. I love you all—each and every one of you. I probably wouldn’t have survived as long as I have without you.
     
  17. Speaking of blessed, my wife (Susan) and daughter (Gavriella) are two of the most amazingly wonderful and supportive and silly people in the known universe. In fact, they are more wonderful and amazing than words can tell. As one of my close friends is wont to say about her daughter, “Heck, I’d even like her if I didn’t know her and met her on the bus.” Gavi is a seriously cool person. As is Susan. I almost certainly wouldn’t have survived as long as I have without them.
     
  18. I spent my first year at the University of Minnesota in the Institute of Technology, thinking I was going to be an electrical engineer. When I transferred to the College of Liberal Arts, the only class which didn’t transfer (that is, for which they wouldn’t give me CLA credits) was the only class in which I’d received an A during my freshman year—Engineering Graphics [which is really just “drafting” under a fancy name after all (even though I was in a new, special, test class in which they were trying to integrate some form of computer graphics with the normal course materials so I had the opportunity to learn a bit of FORTRAN and sit at a teletype connected to a mainframe and see the results of my programs printed out on the teletype paper as plots … more or less), but still…]. I eventually graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in Journalism (Photographic Communication Specialization). Of course, that particular specialization is no longer offered. Sic transit.
     
  19. When I ventured that I was trying to write this list, Steph Caro helpfully suggested that the easy way to come up with the requisite number of things to say would be to lie. My initial thought in response was, “No. Uh uh. An unusually large number of my friends are writers and cartoonists and all sorts of creative artists, but I’ve always lacked The Gift.” A more serious slant on a response would be to say that I find it a whole lot easier to remember things, to be reminded of things, or to notice things than to imagine things. Which in truth is why I’m in such awe of my friends who are writers and cartoonists and painters and poets and songwriters and illustrators—all manner of fabulists. However, I no longer minimize my own particular talents (or, not so much as I used to, anyway) which tend to be in the realms of insight, editing, perception, connections, love, curiosity, presentation, enthusiasm … stuff like that.
     
  20. I’m rarely able to “dash something off.” I must agonize over almost everything I write. I rewrite it. I fix it. I tweak it. I diddle with it. I read over it again, making corrections and amendments and additions and deletions. I change it. I jot notes in the middle to come back to and complete because I can’t think of the right words at the moment but I think I can get the next bit written down. I … well … you probably get the picture.
     
  21. I love ellipses. Asides. Parenthetical expressions. Nested parenthetical expressions. Tangents.
     
  22. As a teenager, I was pretty good with a .22 caliber target rifle. I learned at summer camp and got up to … was it “sharpshooter”? Nine or ten “bars” or something like that? A year or two later in my novice competition I scored 100 with, I think, four X’s from the prone position. I thought I had the first place trophy locked up. The last fellow to shoot got 100 with six X’s (or something like that) so I was awarded the second-place ribbon. I never did any shooting after that. 
     
  23. I am right-handed and right-footed but left-eyed.
     
  24. I am a total failure with natural languages other than English. I have tried to learn (with varying degrees of interest, determination, and intensity) Hebrew, Spanish, German, Latin, and Swedish.
     
  25. I really need people. Almost desperately. I hope not pathetically.
     
  26. I am older than I look and much older than I think I am. I am, however, younger than dirt.
     
  27. Macintosh or PC? Macintosh. Hands down. Without the slightest smidgen of a doubt. Even though my Blue & White G3 Power Macintosh is 10 years old now and is starting to show her age—she’s a little too slow to handle video well. On the other hand, she never ever chides me for being intimately familiar with the PCs at work.
     
  28. Music. I’ve had and still have a life-long love affair with music. It is essential. My taste in music these days has become almost too broad to be called “eclectic.” I admit that I don’t like very much of the current popular music I hear on occasion but I suspect that if I were to hear it more often and got used to it there would be more of it I would like. As it is, I’d rather listen to symphonic and chamber music from the early baroque through the classical period (although I do not yet understand or enjoy Opera), renaissance music, jazz [I’m less fond of big band and “modern” than of the rest (although I do like some of each), and I definitely don’t like jazz-rock fusion (although Béla Fleck and the Flecktones are teaching me to appreciate jazz-bluegrass-rock fusion)], rock and roll, rock, acid rock, folk rock, folk music, “folk” music, acoustic music, punk, and folk, traditional, and some popular music from cultures and countries other than the U.S. And any number of other musics I am forgetting to mention or for which I don’t have a label.
     
  29. I started trying to learn to play guitar when I was about 12 or 13 years old. I’ve continued to try, off and on, ever since.
     
  30. I make photographs. I just now realized that the best answer to the question I’m frequently asked when I mention I’m a photographer—“of what?”—might well be “beauty.” That is, of beautiful and interesting people, things, scenes, moments … whatever I think will make beautiful and interesting photos.
     
  31. I’m one of those people to whom cilantro tastes almost exactly like Ivory bar soap. I understand this probably has something to do with how our taste receptors function but there are apparently at least a couple of questions still unanswered about the phenomenon: whether we’re detecting some tastants others do not detect or vice versa; and whether it’s hereditary.
     
  32. I know that cilantro tastes like Ivory soap to me because: 1) I’ve eaten cilantro; and 2) when I was in second or third grade I said a word that caused my teacher to rub Ivory bar soap on my front teeth and to tell me not to rinse my mouth and to stand there spitting into the sink until she came back for me. As I recall, I didn’t know what word I’d said that had caused her to take this action [she, of course, wouldn’t tell me (I think she gave me the old “you know what you said” routine) and I’d probably been saying a lot of words before she nabbed me (most them perfectly inoffensive), so who knows which one was the problem]. Whatever it may have been, I’m fairly certain I didn’t know what it meant. I was a pretty naïve kid. Ah, the Good Old Days…
     
  33. One of my female friends in her “25 Random Things About Me” said, “I develop crushes on people all the time. They’re harmless; I certainly have no intention of following through. But, they can be awfully distracting.” And in the follow-on comments someone said that was true of her as well. *sigh*
    Me, I’m sort of a guy. You know. Guys are supposed to be pushovers for a pretty face … right? So I, too, develop crushes on people all the time. I believe and sincerely hope that they’re harmless, even though most of the time I would, um, “follow through” if all concerned/related parties were okay with it. (We are, after all, poly.) Hm. Come to think of it, only if the crushee is a friend.
    And … by golly! … she’s right—those crushes can indeed be awfully distracting.
     
  34. I am a hard-headed rationalist who nonetheless sustains a surprising number of mystical beliefs.
     
  35. The first Grateful Dead record album I owned (Anthem of the Sun) was a premium for subscribing to Rolling Stone. Anthem is a thick, complex work and I didn’t really understand it or get into it right away but, oddly enough, it made good background music so I’d put it on when I was doing other things. I eventually learned to love it. I attended my first Grateful Dead concert on a Sunday night in 1968 at the Labor Temple in Minneapolis. The ticket cost me $1. Of course, that was back when a dollar was worth something. I found them pleasant and somewhat interesting but didn’t really understand or get into them then, even though I went back to see them the second time they played the Labor Temple. Later on in my life I came to adore the Grateful Dead and their music. Some things just take a little time and experience is all.
     
  36. I was also lucky enough to see and hear quite a few other fabulous acts at the Labor Temple in the late 60’s and early 70’s, including Spirit, Rotary Connection, Muddy Waters, Procol Harum, Mother Earth, Pacific Gas & Electric, Jethro Tull (it was their first American tour—in support of This Was—and they were the front act for … was it Procol Harum?), and … undoubtedly others I can’t recall at the moment.
     
  37. I saw The Who at the Guthrie Theater (which had a modified theater-in-the-round design that featured a thrust stage projecting from a back wall, with seating for 1,441 people surrounding nearly two thirds of the stage). They were kind of between popularity at that time (they were then on tour to support their new album, Tommy), so they were able to sell out two shows without disappointing/turning away an unconscionable number of people. The opening act—most appropriately when you stop to think about it—was Koerner, Ray and Glover.
     
  38. There were some other fabulous acts I caught at the Guthrie in the late 60’s and early 70’s, including Big Brother and the Holding Company, Gary Burton, Muddy Waters, a double-bill with the Steve Miller Band and The Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band, and Steve Goodman (once as part of a triple bill—with Bonnie Koloc and John Prine—and a second time solo). And, you know, probably others.
     
  39. Speaking of concerts, in the mid- to late-60’s I was extremely fortunate to be able attend some concerts at another unusual venue: Dayton’s seventh floor auditorium. I can remember three of them: Gerry Mulligan, The New Vaudeville Band, and the Yardbirds. My wonderful father took me (at my request, of course) and although he probably liked Gerry Mulligan and The New Vaudeville Band, I really do not know what he thought of the Yardbirds—they weren’t exactly his kind of music don’tyaknow.
     
  40. Oh yeah, and some concerts at the Minneapolis Auditorium in that era as well: Jimi Hendrix, Donovan, the Stone Poneys, and The Doors (as a special treat, Jim Morrison called local harmonica legend Tony “Little Son” Glover to the stage. As I recall, every one of us in the audience who knew his name—all ten or twenty of us—cheered and applauded furiously). Also held there was a big “teen show” which was a feature of the Minneapolis Aquatennial in 1967 I believe it was (written up for the Minneapolis Tribune by one of the young reporters working there at the time: Molly Ivins). It featured the Shadows of Knight, Buffalo Springfield, the Jefferson Airplane, and … again, perhaps others I can’t recall.
     
  41. I found out about and became involved with science fiction fandom when I was 13 years old or thereabouts. Went to my first Worldcon just after I turned 18. It was huge! It was the largest Worldcon ever. It was NyCon III in New York City and it had about 1,500 members. I have continued my involvement with the science fiction fan community to this very day.
     
  42. I didn’t colour outside of the lines very often when I was a little kid. I’ve been kinda trying to make up for that unfortunate fact ever since.
     
  43. I love to read. No, really, I love to read. I’m telling you, I love to read. When I was younger I read a lot of science fiction—until fifteen or twenty years ago I read almost entirely science fiction. I’d say “I read for escape. I read science fiction so when I finish a book I don’t feel as if I’d just wasted my time by reading it.” Until I was in my mid-20’s or so I tended to tell people that I was pretty much illiterate outside of science fiction; then I discovered how shockingly little most people have read and I realized that I really had read quite a few works of literature other than sf—at least in comparison. These days I’m reading a lot of books about science, history, the development of Jewish thought and culture, and the Tanakh and commentary … most anything that catches my interest; almost no fiction though.
     
  44. I seem to be blind in the portion of the spectrum in which poetry lives. A dear friend once called me on this: “You enjoy songs don’t you?” she asked. “Well songs are just poetry set to music. Right?” I recognized the truth of her statement and had to think about it. What I finally figured out is when I hear a song, I generally don’t understand the lyrics at first—what I respond to is the music. And if the music is sufficiently interesting it makes it worth my while to listen to the song the ten or twenty or fifty times it takes me to get a handle on what the lyrics are on about. (Since then I’ve noticed that not all songs are, in fact, poetry set to music—some are mere doggerel or even just groups of words that rhyme at particular intervals. Many of those sorts of songs make themselves clear to me more or less immediately.) So I reckon if I were to be able to figure out how to look at a poem without immediately phasing out and, in addition, come up with a way to get myself to read it over and over and over and over again numerous times, I probably would be able to understand that poem … at least to some extent … um … it would no longer be a complete mystery to me. (A curious side note to this is I went with some people to hear Allan Ginsberg read back in the early 70’s and I found I was with him every bit of the way—I got it! It must have been telepathy (or perhaps just illusory), however, because I haven’t been able to understand even some of the same poems he performed before or since. Not even when I hear them on a recording. Curious, eh?)
     
  45. Over the course of my life I’ve done many, many very interesting things (not to mention “teachable moments” and interesting things) which I haven’t listed here. I reckon I’ll manage to squeeze in a few more before the last rose of summer pricks my finger.
     
  46. Sometimes I just don’t know when to quit.
 
 
 
Emma Bull: Littlest Cowgirlcoffeeem on March 8th, 2009 09:16 pm (UTC)
Dude, that was most excellent. Thank you.

(And the article you linked to about wearing a kippah was splendid.)
Fred A Levy Haskell: xclip- earthfredcritter on March 9th, 2009 12:41 am (UTC)

Oh, gosh. Thank you! Yes, isn't that just a truly wonderful article? I ran into it a while ago and knew I had to find some way to share it with friends.

El Coyote Gordo: actualsupergee on March 8th, 2009 09:39 pm (UTC)
Fascinating. Thanks for writing this.
Fred A Levy Haskell: xclip- googie orange-red-bluefredcritter on March 9th, 2009 12:44 am (UTC)

Wow. I'm really pleased that you liked it. Took me a while to write but I think it was ultimately worth it—I'm reasonably satisfied by it and am tickled that you and others are finding it interesting.

Shannonbuttonlass on March 8th, 2009 10:00 pm (UTC)
That was fantastic. I smiled my way through, either because you are the funny or, other times, because I'm very fond of you, sometimes both.:)
Fred A Levy Haskell: xclip- pushpin purplefredcritter on March 9th, 2009 12:50 am (UTC)

"fantastic"? Wow. Thanks. I'm glad I could raise a smile on your pretty face, and am feeling all warm-fuzzy that you're fond of me. I suspect you know it's mutual. Like I said—I have the most fabulous friends m'dear.

Lianatezliana on March 8th, 2009 10:02 pm (UTC)
Enlightening and entertaining! Thanks for taking the time.
Fred A Levy Haskell: xclip- diamond grey round glass redfredcritter on March 9th, 2009 12:52 am (UTC)

You're most welcome. Thanks for taking the time to read it. I'm very glad you found it worthwhile. Hm.

Geri Sullivangerisullivan on March 8th, 2009 11:15 pm (UTC)
Ah, yup. That's fredcritter, all right.

I am so very, very honored to know you.

"However, I no longer minimize my own particular talents (or, not so much as I used to, anyway) which tend to be in the realms of insight, editing, perception, connections, love, curiosity, presentation, enthusiasm … stuff like that."

Yes, that. All of that. Good for you.

Most surprising thing that was included: the target shooting experience, though it certainly illustrates #8.

Most surprising thing that wasn't included: the appeal of comic art. And other visual arts, too, but especially specific comics. Little Nemo, IIRC. And Pogo, of course.

I didn't follow all of the links, but I clicked through on many of them. Yep, connections. I agree with coffeeem on the article about wearing a kippah.

I was so absorbed by the content that I didn't notice you were over 25 until I read #46. Grin.

Love you.
Fred A Levy Haskell: xclip- button dark blue blinkiefredcritter on March 9th, 2009 01:17 am (UTC)

Thank you. And I you. After all, I am who I am because of the time my friends and family have given to / shared with me—you most certainly not the least of them.

I kinda figured at least a few people would be surprised at my marksmanship. Being, as I am after all, a peace-loving kinda guy an all…

Oh gosh, yes, you're right! I forgot to mention comics. Yes indeed. George Herriman's Krazy Kat. Walt Kelly's Pogo, yes, of course. Ken Fletcher. Sheridan & Schrier. Reed Waller. Dan O'Neill. Jim Young. Jay Kinney. Steve Stiles. Vaughn—dear, sweet Vaughn. *sigh*

Comics, yes. I think I needs must thank retooned for opening that particular door for me—I don't think I'd've been anywhere near as hip to the wonderful world of comic art without his influence, although the ground was probably ready for the inspiration. Would I be as totally fond of self-aware and self-referential art as I am without his gentle tutelage? Maybe yes, maybe no.

It's okay that you didn't click all the links. It kind of became shtick after a while (although the chronology of that "after a while" isn't linear with the material of course). I had fun with it, in any case.

Yes, the kippah article was just the best.

I was so absorbed by the content that I didn't notice you were over 25 until I read #46. Score!

Love you too. Always. You're the best!

dd-bdd_b on March 8th, 2009 11:23 pm (UTC)
These are much more meaty than most people do, without feeling like you're over-sharing. I'm happy to learn more about you!

Song lyrics have a solid connection to poetry, and sometimes an established poem is set to music and "becomes" song lyrics. But still, the interaction with the music is important in the best cases, so they're not just "the same". It may well be that songs work for you precisely because the music holds your interest long enough for you to pry the poetry open.

One aspect of your experience with Ginsberg's performance of his own poetry may be that he's a superior performer -- or at least well matched to you as an audience.

I think of myself as largely poetry-blind, but have encountered several people not from the poetic mainstream whose poetry consistently works very well for me. It's weird, I don't think of myself as a poetry guy (I ran into these cases well into adulthood).
Fred A Levy Haskell: xclip- pushpin purplefredcritter on March 9th, 2009 01:26 am (UTC)

Hey, thanks! Yes indeed, one of the real dangers with this sort of thing is the TMI trap. I'm glad I managed to avoid it.

And that's true too—Ginsberg may well have been just that good a performer. Or, as you say, well matched to my style of being an audience. Undoubtedly his performance style matched well with his poetry, although I guess that doesn't go without saying since I've heard tell there are poets for whom that isn't true.

It's somehow vaguely comforting to find a fellow poetry-blind person, and that, at least in your case, there are exceptions to that blindness.

parsleighparsleigh on March 8th, 2009 11:52 pm (UTC)
Thanks for doing this... there is so much about you that I don't know, but reading it feels right...I can say, "yes, that's the Fred I know", and now I feel I know you a bit better. You'd think after all these years....
Fred A Levy Haskell: xclip- book edge purplefredcritter on March 9th, 2009 01:40 am (UTC)

Oh, gosh, thank you Denise. You're most welcome, of course. It was certainly my intent to allow my friends to learn more about me if they wanted to.

Indeed, one of the funny things about fandom is just how many people I've known for … more years that any of us cares to admit … and who I feel very close to and very warmly toward and yet about whom I really know so little. Or, perhaps it'd be better to say "know so few of the mundane facts about," since I do feel I really do know them in some way. Maybe that's my mystical streak flaring up again. I dunno. I suppose we would think after all these years, but then again how many times have we availed ourselves of the opportunity to lay down together and have a nice long chat about our lives?

A monstrous ramblingbibliofile on March 9th, 2009 02:22 am (UTC)
Excellent list -- very Fred, and I don't even know you as well as some of the other folks here.

I like the writing, too.

re: #33 -- Yeah, crushes (like acne) don't go away with adolescence. And yes, they can be quite distracting.

If cilantro tastes like soap to you, do you get a weird taste from coriander too?
markiv1111 on March 9th, 2009 02:33 am (UTC)
You, Fred
I, too, now know you a whole lot better than I did and am happy to do so. Interesting about target practice. My father and I and some other people used to go out to an abandoned rock quarry and shoot beer bottles off the back wall with .30-06's. I got to be pretty decent at it, but then all of a sudden I decided I just didn't want to do that any more and stopped. I was 15 or 16. And my own list -- 25? 46? 11 or 12? probably won't get written because I can't do one that is this interesting. Maybe in a few days, after I've mulled it over for a bit.

Nate
Peter Hentgesjbru on March 9th, 2009 05:26 am (UTC)
Count me among those that got wrapped up in reading and didn't notice you'd gotten to 45 until you pointed it out! Unlike some others, though, I didn't see anything that really surprised per se. It fills in the corners and edges of the Fred I know, but it all fits that Fred.

I am seriously jealous of some of the acts that you got to see live, particularly Muddy Waters and Jimi Hendrix.

(I'm also somewhat amazed that it's taken this long for anyone to tag me for this on Facebook. Now to go figure out the interesting things about me to share.)
madtrukmadtruk on March 9th, 2009 03:07 pm (UTC)
I like this, Fred. That poetry discussion sounds familiar, though my response is that poetry is a waste of good lyrics ;-).

Nice sharing.
Haniahaniaw on March 9th, 2009 03:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for this. It was fascinating and delightful. It must have taken you quite a while to write.

I really like this meme since I have found out so many interesting things about my friends. And it just amazes me how much I still don't know about people I've known (and loved) for so many years.

46 is much better than 25. :-))
the laughing leaping waterminnehaha on March 10th, 2009 02:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you for sharing. :-)

K.
Laurel Krahnlaurel on March 11th, 2009 05:44 am (UTC)
Excellent stuff and a very good read.

For me, the lyrics of songs are the things I hear the most though of course a catchy tune is a Very Good Thing. But instrumentals rarely can hold my attention. Guess I like the words!

Cilantro tastes like soap to kaustin too; I like cilantro enough that I think this is sad.

Once upon a time, I used ellipses a ton . . . and I'm a big fan of parenthesis too.
irishkathy52 on March 11th, 2009 10:01 am (UTC)
Number of random reactions
46. I did not notice before item number 28 that somethings was not right with your 25 random items list. I would not have noticed even then, probably, but as I have no ear for music, my attention slipped.

44. One of my children also does not hear poetry. He DID write some poems as homework in school - counting letters/ syllables and looking at the last syllables to be similar.

But for him a poem is no easier to memorize than un-rhymes text. So baffling!

32. Cilantro tastes good for me. My parents say it tastes like petroleum for them. Or did they say gasoline?

24. Just like one can read for escapism, one can change languages for escapism.

Also, I know a man who, I thought, is just good at languages. Until I learned that learning foreign words helps him during depression. I am so sad to know that he has read both "Ilias" and "Odyssey" in original Greek and that he can (with mistakes, but he can) talk and write in my native language, too.

1. People are interesting. Even as just bodies, as they are not same. Also - random things are good as triggers for remembering other random things.

Also - I have B Negative blood myself and even if I got paid more than people with more usual types, still - in my country this blood type is more widespread than in your contry (does this mean that it would not be as sought after in USA - less people who would need it?)

Bonus item: I love written small talk. I often wander arond on LJ, reading and, occasionally, commenting.

In person - drunk men often talk to me at bus stops. It can be uncomfortable and ...

... yet, listening to them when they need someone to talk to makes me feel good. Useful.