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Friday, January 19, 2007

Finally, I lay bare my essence

I rarely (formerly never) clutter my blog with these meme things that require me to reveal information about myself, but a dear old friend wanted to see what I would put down for this one. Welcome to my world.
Three screen names that you’ve had: quanon, Lance White, Tuner Watson

Three things you like about yourself: my wit and charm, my even temperament, that I can keep confidences

Three things you don’t like about yourself: inertia, my too-high threshold/tolerance for non-physical pain, my tendency to key in on the negative and why things won't work

Three parts of your heritage: German, Swiss, Alsatian (see a pattern?)

Three things that scare you: (a) the prospect of personal annihilation, (b) the prospect of not remaining almost continually distracted from (a), (c) actually, not much else

Three of your everyday essentials: coffee, allergy medicine, web browsing

Three things you are wearing right now: wine-colored pinwale corduroy shirt, dark grey suede Chelsea boots, 1950s Omega "pie pan" wristwatch

Three of your favorite songs: Beyond Belief (Elvis Costello), Bold As Love (Jimi Hendrix), Careless Ethiopians (Toots & The Maytals)

Three things you want in a relationship: play, humor, understanding

Two truths and a lie: I can't remember the last time I read a non-genre novel. I own several hundred cookbooks. I stole fizzy lifting drinks.

Three things you can’t live without: friends, information, cameras

Three places you want to go on vacation: India, Turkey, Paris

Three things you just can’t do: juggle, tie my shoes without using the "rabbit ears" method, let my brother finish all his sentences

Three kids names: Ilan, Lina, Diamelen

Three things you want to do before you die: live for a significant time in one of a few European capitals, live for a significant time somewhere in India or thereabouts, learn French, Italian or Russian.

Three celeb crushes: Ingrid Bergman, Amanda Pays (Oxford Blues / Max Headroom era), Iman (Star Trek IV era)

Three of your favorite musicians: Jimi Hendrix, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Walter Becker

Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to you: shoulders, neck, lips

Three of your favorite hobbies: photography, cooking, blogging (I suppose)

Three things you really want to do badly right now: curl up with an undiscovered Sherlock Holmes story (of which there are none), find brilliant subject matter for night photography within a ten block radius, cleverly segue to the next item

Three careers you’re considering/you’ve considered: immunology (in high school), professor of philosophy (in high school), sixth-grade teacher

Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy: I have a high tolerance for my own mess. I like bottle rockets. I reenact that scene from Taxi Driver as part of my bedtime ritual.

Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: I enjoy shopping and shop to keep abreast of what's out there in the marketplace. I love to gossip. I enjoy fragrances and own and wear a variety of uncommon ones.

Three people that I would like to see post this meme: My parents. My sister.

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8 Comments:

Blogger Chase said...

Thanks, Cynical Chef! I realize after reading that that I do know you well.

January 20, 2007 8:52 AM  
Blogger MWR said...

Sure—don't you remember how AKB had us read and analyze "The Lagoon" for our Twentieth Century Lit final, even though I pointed out that it wasn't actually from the Twentieth Century?

It didn't say what these names were to be for. I'm not wild about the three you suggest, but I'm peculiar. How about Ulna? Oh, wait.

January 20, 2007 1:49 PM  
Blogger Alasdair said...

The clues you left should make it easy for someone to ferret out who you are.

Lance Watson, the nihilistic coffee chef who shops with Iman for bottle rockets.

Too easy :)

January 22, 2007 11:49 AM  
Blogger MWR said...

I don't think expecting that consciousness is entirely material is the same as being nihilistic.

January 23, 2007 2:40 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Where did you get your grey suede chelsea boots!?

April 23, 2007 8:36 PM  
Blogger MWR said...

They are Camper brand in very low-nap suede (almost a nubuck) with a semi-square toe and rubber soles. I got them at the Camper store in Boston, Mass. in 2004.

Unfortunately, I don't think they make anything similar at this time.

Good luck in your search!

April 23, 2007 10:04 PM  
Blogger MWR said...

These from Kenneth Cole are pretty close: http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/18806522/c/19.html

April 23, 2007 10:54 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thanks for the help. Unfortunately a bit chunky for my tastes, though your search was much more sucessful than mine!

A. Googler

April 28, 2007 3:05 PM  

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