Ms. Chatoyance, she of the cool pictures from Texas, just tagged me. And immediately went into hiding. Hokay, I'll play. This time.
Here are the rules:
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each participant posts eight random facts about themselves.
3. Tagees should write a blogpost of eight random facts about themselves.
4. At the end of the post, eight more bloggers are tagged
5. Go to their blog, leave a comment telling them they're tagged.
OK, so: 8 facts about me...
1. My lit professor at Phoenix Junior College told me I should never, ever consider a career as a writer. (At that time, I was serious about chemistry.)
2. I'm one of those weird women that the heavy feminists should love -- I scored higher on the math section than on the verbal section of my GREs.
3. Considering #1 & #2, it follows, logically, that I spent most of my working years editing/writing for neighborhood newspapers and trade magazines in Chicago. Credit the lit prof-- journalism isn't the same as literature.
4. I have strong prejudices about certain modern, made-up words, namely, wellness, proactive and lifestyle. None too fond of facilitator either. Wellness, proactive and facilitator come out of the mouths of bureaucratically inclined folk who want to visit good upon me, without my by-your-leave. I'm quite happy with good health or healthy ... thinking ahead ... and with chairmen, leaders, and such like; it doesn't hurt my feelings to have someone in charge. As for lifestyles, they are light and fluffy, for adopting or dumping on a whim. I squirm when I hear, for instance, the term gay lifestyle; one doesn't turn gayness on or off
casually.
5. I love colors of all kinds, strong and subtle.
6. My daughter thinks that my husband and I were hippies of some sort. Not so. We preceded hippiedom by 10 years and thus were bohemians when we were in our 20s. And yes, I wore all black long before anybody had invented Goths.
7. Long ago, I produced an obscure jazz LP on an obscure label. The Yancey Special it was called. Jimmy Yancey was one of the early boogie woogie piano masters.
8. I would like to find a solution to the problem of Cat Keyboard. This is a combination of cat fur and dust that renders the space bar impotent. It's driving me crazy!
Now, I get to do the honors. I herewith pass the torch on to:
* Desert Cat
* The Demystification Guru
* Digital Karen
* k
* Avus
* Steve, just back from his vacation. Hah!
* Quilted Dogs
* She of Little Brain
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Granny J, I have the solution to the cat keyboard problem. Before you you boot up the computer in the morning, gently shop vac the keyboard, you know; like a daily ritual. Or shop vac the cat. My old labrador used to love getting vacuumed.
I'm leaving for vacation on Monday, not sure if I have time tomorrow, but I'll try to respond to your tag within the week. That will give me time to think of eight interesting facts about me.
Cat keyboard is a problem around here too. Since I got rid of all the carpet six months ago I've noticed tons of fur balls accumulating in the corners of every room and under the bed and sofa, not to mention out in the open too. I have someone help with the housecleaning about every two weeks, but it seems the fur balls start accumulating within about three days of the vacuuming. I never saw them when I had the carpet. Oh to think of all the fur balls I lived with and never knew it. Makes me shiver just thinking about it. LOL
What label was 'Yancey Special' on? Did you do that with Frank, David or self? Got a spare copy?? I do remember tha summer of '49 in Chicago.
Hermano
Well - we are off with the caravan next week for a fortnight or so (hope it turns out better than last time!) so I may not be able to get around to these yet a while. We'll see.
"Hippies of some sort"?! Naw. I have always told people you were Bohemians. Really!
I try to use 'lifestyle' sneeringly! I'm with you on the others too I think...
Did you record under the name of GrannyJ?
No, Lucy, that was back when I was wearing all black and didn't think in terms of children, much less grandchildren. Besides, I would have called myself GrammyJ for such a project.
Whew! I am done!
granny j, I'm the worst person to tag. I actually like to read other people's memes, but never put any up at my own house. Not sure why.
It's pretty rude, too, considering how I like to read other people's yet don't provide my own.
Worse yet? I appreciate the honor of getting tagged, yet I still don't do them.
Not one of my finest qualities. It is what it is, though.
I greatly enjoyed reading yours, though. I would have loved hanging out with you, back in the day.
Thank you, JuliaR, very interesting!
And, k, I understand, tho now I am curious about you (aside from the fact that you like to blog hurricanes.) I think we would have gotten along swimmingly back then.
okay I finally did it.
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