I got tagged for the “7 Random Facts” meme by KnitAnnie (who is not Annie Knits; don’t confuse them!), and you know what, it couldn’t have come at a better time, because I just have nothing to say otherwise! I’ve been too busy to post or knit. I’m trying to think of things that you guys most likely don’t know already about me–it’s tough!
- My parents both have security clearance for their jobs, so I do not know what they do. No, really.
- I majored in physics in college, and was intending to go to grad school and get my PhD, in order to do nuclear physics. My senior thesis research was published in the Journal of Chemical Physics. But I veered off on a different course.
- I have what I jokingly call “color aphasia,” but which probably doesn’t have a name. I will uncannily refer to colors by the wrong name all the time. I will see green but call it red. I’ll ask someone to give me a blue pen, and I’ll call it orange. I don’t consistently misname colors (that is, blue isn’t always called orange), but I do it all the time.
- I won the Arts Program Prize in college. This is not a huge award, but it’s given to a graduating senior at the end of the year, and it was a bit of an anomaly that a non-art major won it. I did printmaking, and I really miss it. One goal for this weekend is to go through my portfolio and think about getting some stuff framed.
- I became a foodie only after I began living alone, right out of college. At first, I was a lazy chef, but then a neighbor of my parents was talking with me and got all excited at the idea of living alone. “You get to cook just for you! You don’t have to think about what anyone else likes! It’s liberating!” Within a year, he’d have left his wife, but I had been inspired by his words. I subscribed to all the cooking magazines, cooked elaborate meals just for me every night, and baked goodies for the office. I sometimes think (especially after having edited several food reference books) that I know everything about food (which is not true, of course, but when I’ve lost interest, it feels that way). I’ve been too busy lately to devote any time to cooking, but I know it’ll come back.
- I’m a total slob. People think I’m neat because I’m a perfectionist normally, but I leave clutter everywhere, and like Megan I generate piles of clothing. My ex hated this quality, and I do sometimes feel guilty that he spent our many years together cleaning up after me.
- I don’t believe in god and I generally fashion myself a skeptic. However, more and more I’m getting into some slightly woo-woo spiritual views and beliefs. For instance, on Monday I was on my way to yoga and when I got into the elevator to get to class I didn’t even have to look at the guy in there with me to just KNOW he was the instructor (who I’d not yet taken class with). He didn’t say a word, didn’t do anything but move to one side of the elevator, but his energy overwhelmed me. I knew that I would love his class, and I did. There’s something to that feeling, and I am finding it more and more undeniable. So I believe in the energy and spirituality of individual folks, I guess.
There you have it! I kind of hate tagging people, but I also hate when people don’t tag, so I’ll toss out some names, and you can write up some stuff or not, it’s up to you. Ashley, Caitlyn, Laura, Karma, Coleen, Katie, and Jennie–if you’re game . . .
And because it’s nearly Friday, some Eye Candy!