February 12th, 2007

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This is the Important Stuff

I've always been a pessimist as far as the future goes, but over the past couple of years I've been learning that we Earthlings, esp. those of use in the developed world, have some serious sh*t to worry about. To learn more, check out this great short article by James Howard Kunstler, author of, among other things, Geography of Nowhere and The Long Emergency:

Ten Ways to Prepare for a Post-Oil Society

Seriously, important stuff. 20 years from now, I am sure he will prove to be correct.
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10 Things

Ganked from rebness, whose own list cracked me up...

RULES: Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.

1. S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G T-H-I-N-G-S O-U-T
I have a really hard time understanding words if they're spelled out loud to me. I never had a problem with it until sometime in college, when my brain lost its ability to assemble spoken letters into words in my head. I hear the first couple of letters but I cannot listen to a whole string and make any sense of it, because it just becomes sounds to me. I can only understand spelled-out stuff when it's very simple words or when I have a piece of paper to write the letters down. So you can sit there and do like with little kids or dogs and spell out things you don't want me to know and I really won't know!

2. Attention-seeking Behavior?
As a kid I got so many things stuck in the bathtub drain my dad installed a permanent door in the back of the closet backing up to the plumbing supply, so he could get at the pipes when he needed to.

3. Burlington's Coat Factory
For many, many years, 'til around college, thought Burlington Coat Factory was a store, which made its own coats, in Burlington, MA, a town near where I grew up. When I went out into the world, I was surprised to find their stores all over. Oddly, I have just checked and Burlington, MA, home to lots of chain stores and a mall, doesn't have a Burlington Coat Factory.

4. Not Twins...
My two oldest sisters have the same birthday, Jan. 13, two years apart.

5. A Little Piece of Me in Little Kids
The Red Cross sent me a letter telling me blood tests showed my blood is very high in antibodies to varicella (chicken pox) and thus it would be used to make the vaccine. Needless to say, I had a really awful case of chicken pox as a kid.

6. Inventor Dad
My dad has his name on a dozen patents, including one for a commonly used emergency lighting system. He was a mechanical engineer for over 30 years.

7. If Not Wendy, Then...
If Mom hadn't gone with Wendy for my name -- a name she'd wanted for my three sisters before me -- she was going to name me Gretchen. Ew. German, but still. Ew.

8. Childhood Acting
For 4-5 summers in a row when I was in elementary school, I took summer acting courses offered by our town's community programs dept. Twice we did this cool Chinese (or Chinese-ish) play about the discovery of fire, all of wearing leotards and awesome Chinese-style full-face makeup. Once we did this rather absurdist play that was sort of like Waiting for Godot for kids. I think my favorite one, however, was the "silent movie" one we did where I got to play the hero, who I recall was some sort of mountain man with a big axe.

9. Acting Out Angst
At UGA I took an acting class, which was a blast. I loved my teacher, who was an experienced actor (favorite playwright: Checkhov) and seemed to go out of his way to give me hard roles which he felt were especially suited for me. For a solo project, I had to a really emotional monologue by a dead girl, as I recall telling her mom why she'd killed herself. For a two-person scene, I was "Sister George" -- an imperious, messed up English dyke -- from the "EAT MY CIGAR" scene in The Killing of Sister George.

10. My Feet Need WD-40
If I point my toes, half the time my feet get stuck. My sister Nancy has the same problem. Something to do with our tendons or the high arches, not sure.

It's late, so I'm tagging... nobody. Feel free to do this thingy if you'd like!