The Easiest Post for Me to Write Tonight, or, Six Random Things About a Fledgling Blogger
I can produce thoughtful posts, as I can produce thoughtful writing. But I write very slowly. I never just, you know, dash a logically coherent outline with a flourish, boldly ejaculate a rough draft onto the page and then winnow away in x amount of full-length reviews the way one is “supposed” to. I edit painstakingly as I write. For hours at a time.
In addition to frequently compromising my efficiency and demonstrating again that I’m an anal-retentive, prissy masochist, this habit forces me to post my reaction to PhizzleDizzle’s meme-tag now. (Yeah. Forces. Alas, yet again, I am a victim of the cruel world.) In my present, sore, glum state, it is less rewarding yet far easier for me to finish a post in which I state six random things about myself than a post in which I take the long-term use of tazarotene to task. Such is the brain of a merely aspiring scientist.
Read more. . .
My blog is nowhere near substantial enough to take the hit of a bloody meme-tag without making me want to cry over it. Nonetheless, here goes:
The Meme:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about yourself.
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
The Things:
1. I learned to read when I was two. (Nearly three, however.) Several preschools denied me admission for “being too advanced” for the curriculum they were willing to offer. (They were preschools in Georgia, though, so maybe that isn’t as impressive to you as I hope.) I can even remember the day when the word that looked something like “DRXX(())IIR” on my yellow toy cash register resolved itself into “DRAWER”, and I yelled, “Mommy! It doesn’t say ‘DANGER’!”
2. Despite this, I believed in magic until I was, oh, twenty-six years of age.
3. Five days before I entered my master’s degree program in archaeological science, with the stated intent to pursue the archaeological questions introduced by the Genographic Project, I pulled forth a journal and wrote, without stopping to edit, and seemingly from nowhere, a short story about an alter-protagonist who confronted an immortal character about Acheulean hand axes and wound up stealing a blood sample from her to answer genetics questions instead. (Not that I would ever steal blood from someone! Yikes!)
4. I have had two (modest) roles written for me in student plays from college, one in which I worked alongside a student who now has a degree of professional success as an actor. I am actually a poor actress. In retrospect, I don’t know how this happened. It’s embarrassing.
5. I’m still a virgin.
6. I REFUSE to tag anyone. What, do I look like some ALL POWERFULZ blogger with a bullet-proof site and a tag-ready posse over here? Please. Don’t confuse me with Dr. Isis and Comrade PhysioProf anymore!
Goodnight, all! Thanks for the fun.
5 comments:
oooh, the genographic project is so cool. my dad got a kit. we discovered the paternal line is all Asian. big surprise. I suspect the same for my mother, if she were to ever take a swab. I guess we didn't learn anything that revolutionary but it was still cool :).
i had a friend who was a painstaking writer too. we had to write all these papers at ILU and he said he wrote about a sentence an hour. and i was like, DAMN! I write a page an hour when inspired. but i'm sure his writing was more thoughtful and better than mine. like yours. just seems deeper :). i'm too colloquial sometimes, but i suppose that's just my blogging style!
The Genographic Project is totally cool. It's cool even if one doesn't get a Watson-esque surprise by it. (And even if the pop sci book Spencer Wells wrote to accompany it is kind of annoying . . .)
When I can next afford it, I'm going to buy a kit for my dad. I'm the only one in my family who's sent in a swab so far. My results show a membership in macrohaplogroup M-- which, similarly to the case of your dad, just confirms how Asian my Asian mom is. Like a lot of black Americans, my dad is less certain of his ancestry, though, so I can't wait!
I like your blog just the way it's written. (Thanks for being nice about my slow writing, though.) Last night I read your post on the chiefly vapid wives of your male colleagues, and, boy, did that hit home, in a special way I'll blog about later . . .
You've been MIA and we miss you - get on it!
Yes, ma'am! And I miss you all, too. I miss the excitement and satisfaction of deeply engaging in blogging-- not just the writing of substantial entries but the less restrained perusal of all of yours. Several of you-- yes, you too, Ambivalent-- have written posts that I so wanted to comment on but forced myself not to.
Right now, in fact, I am trying to blog and pack for a brief trip to San Francisco/Berkeley tomorrow. Simultaneously. This is not working out very well, because I plan to drive, so I will have to get some sleep soon. Yay.
Well, all you amazing bloggers whom I love so much have learned to juggle regular blogging and lives possibly busier than mine. I will simply have to learn to deal-- if not tonight, then pretty damned soon afterwards! :)
"...pretty damned soon.."
...pretty please?
:)
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