7 things about me
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tasabian. Haven't done it before because, um, I'm boring. But what the heck.
List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
1. I've kept a daily paper journal since late 1995, the one lasting legacy of an otherwise inconsequential HS creative writing class. I've missed a few dozen days over the years, but it's fairly complete. Entries range from a single line "tiiiired need sleep" to pages detailing various trips.
2. I haven't owned a camera for several years, and don't take pictures*. This is mainly because I usually travel with family or friends, pretty much all of whom are talented shutterbugs and let me mooch shots off them afterwards. I like photos well enough, but I don't like looking at things through a camera lens.
* except for snapping the occasional shot on my cell phone of cute schoolboys asleep on each other on the train. Aww!
3. I've always loved animals. When I was a kid I was most disappointed to be a human being, out of everything I could've been; I finally decided to accept myself and show some species loyalty, but I know crazy amounts of weird animal facts from all the biology books I devoured in my youth. And I still love watching other animals (humans are pretty cool to watch, too, but they tend to be more sensitive about it than most.) I'm an irregular birdwatcher, and I always was able to spend forever in a zoo, in front of pretty much any enclosure; to this day I can happily sit for an hour or more just observing pigeons feeding in a park, or squirrels running their special rodent brand of tree parkour.
4. I've also always loved reading. Up through high school this was on the order of five to seven books a week. When I was younger I used to speed-read such that to catch all pertinent details I'd have to reread the book. My favorite books, I'd read dozens of times. I think my record was The Trumpet of the Swan, which I read about twelve times straight through in the first three days I encountered it. I couldn't believe it ended, so kept flipping back to the beginning and starting it again. There's a part of me that wants to write children's novels just so I can write a book that casts that kind of spell on some hapless child.
I read fewer books these days, but considering how much text I absorb online daily, I'm curious how much my average word-count actually dropped, if it even did.
5. The one I'm embarrassed to confess, because it's vaguely inhuman or at least asocial - I don't drink alcohol. There's no especial reason, neither religion nor even a particular personal philosophy. I can't stand the taste, but mostly I just don't get the point. I have a theory that in America, if you actually make it to the legal drinking age of 21 without ever drinking, it's simply too late to start.
6. I've never had short hair, not since I was...about 1 years old, I think, got sick and lost it all. Been compensating for that embarrassment ever since. It's never been that long, not usually more than halfway down my back, but it's never been as short as shoulder-length, either. I usually wear it pulled back, but you can tell when I've been writing hard because it often ends up down and twisted into banana curls.
7. I don't have a very mature...face, or fashion sense, or carriage, or something, which means I routinely am mistaken for being younger than I am. By a lot. The summer after my college graduation, I was asked if I was a junior or senior in high school. My sister, almost five years younger than me, is often taken for the elder. Then there was the Japanese class, where about halfway through the semester we were talking before class, and I was asked what year I was - freshman, was the general guess. This was five years after I'd graduated college (I was a university employee, taking advantage of the one free class offered as a benefit.)
People have told me I should enjoy it. Me, I'm convinced that when I hit thirty my hair will go silver overnight (this practically happened to my mother, so...) and I'll be mistaken for forty or over.
tasabian. Haven't done it before because, um, I'm boring. But what the heck. List seven habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
1. I've kept a daily paper journal since late 1995, the one lasting legacy of an otherwise inconsequential HS creative writing class. I've missed a few dozen days over the years, but it's fairly complete. Entries range from a single line "tiiiired need sleep" to pages detailing various trips.
2. I haven't owned a camera for several years, and don't take pictures*. This is mainly because I usually travel with family or friends, pretty much all of whom are talented shutterbugs and let me mooch shots off them afterwards. I like photos well enough, but I don't like looking at things through a camera lens.
* except for snapping the occasional shot on my cell phone of cute schoolboys asleep on each other on the train. Aww!
3. I've always loved animals. When I was a kid I was most disappointed to be a human being, out of everything I could've been; I finally decided to accept myself and show some species loyalty, but I know crazy amounts of weird animal facts from all the biology books I devoured in my youth. And I still love watching other animals (humans are pretty cool to watch, too, but they tend to be more sensitive about it than most.) I'm an irregular birdwatcher, and I always was able to spend forever in a zoo, in front of pretty much any enclosure; to this day I can happily sit for an hour or more just observing pigeons feeding in a park, or squirrels running their special rodent brand of tree parkour.
4. I've also always loved reading. Up through high school this was on the order of five to seven books a week. When I was younger I used to speed-read such that to catch all pertinent details I'd have to reread the book. My favorite books, I'd read dozens of times. I think my record was The Trumpet of the Swan, which I read about twelve times straight through in the first three days I encountered it. I couldn't believe it ended, so kept flipping back to the beginning and starting it again. There's a part of me that wants to write children's novels just so I can write a book that casts that kind of spell on some hapless child.
I read fewer books these days, but considering how much text I absorb online daily, I'm curious how much my average word-count actually dropped, if it even did.
5. The one I'm embarrassed to confess, because it's vaguely inhuman or at least asocial - I don't drink alcohol. There's no especial reason, neither religion nor even a particular personal philosophy. I can't stand the taste, but mostly I just don't get the point. I have a theory that in America, if you actually make it to the legal drinking age of 21 without ever drinking, it's simply too late to start.
6. I've never had short hair, not since I was...about 1 years old, I think, got sick and lost it all. Been compensating for that embarrassment ever since. It's never been that long, not usually more than halfway down my back, but it's never been as short as shoulder-length, either. I usually wear it pulled back, but you can tell when I've been writing hard because it often ends up down and twisted into banana curls.
7. I don't have a very mature...face, or fashion sense, or carriage, or something, which means I routinely am mistaken for being younger than I am. By a lot. The summer after my college graduation, I was asked if I was a junior or senior in high school. My sister, almost five years younger than me, is often taken for the elder. Then there was the Japanese class, where about halfway through the semester we were talking before class, and I was asked what year I was - freshman, was the general guess. This was five years after I'd graduated college (I was a university employee, taking advantage of the one free class offered as a benefit.)
People have told me I should enjoy it. Me, I'm convinced that when I hit thirty my hair will go silver overnight (this practically happened to my mother, so...) and I'll be mistaken for forty or over.
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Date: 2007-09-24 11:45 am (UTC)