Memes as a cure for writer's block.

The last, what, week or so, my brain has been swimming with the sorts of Big Questions I thought I’d figured out before I was an official adult.  (Not a youth, not even a young adult anymore, no, just look at the insurance charts.  The line is quite clear.)   When I feel this way, there is nothing for it but to sit with the fountain pen and the journal, no, that was ten years ago, the keyboard and the modem, whatever, I need to write my thoughts clear.  For mostly logistical reasons I’ve been away from the computer, wishing throughout the days I were typing instead of occupied with whatever meaningless drivel has been wasting my time.  (seeking gainful employment?  pffft.)  Tonight I sit down and, predictably, the profundities are playing coy with me.  Fine.  I’ll do this meme instead.  Courtesy of Kimberly.

Seven things I plan to do before I die:
*get knocked up
*own a house
*ascend to the highest ranks of the Dance Dance Revolutionary Guard
*be an excellent mom
*learn HTML
*tend a garden over the course of more than two seasons
*have health insurance

Seven things I can do:
*make sushi
*read music (in three clefs, no less)
*get found when lost
*beat the bus from North Austin to Sixth Street on my bike
*endear myself to a room full of strangers
*get the cute girl discount in most retail and automotive establishments
*operate a bulldozer

Seven things I cannot do:
*ski
*type quickly
*spell legibly without the aid of a checker
*back down from a fight
*cry in front of another human being
*finish more than one alcoholic beverage in a night
*be concise

Seven things I find attractive in others:
*defying gender stereotypes (women who are handy with power tools, guys who knit)
*sharp wit
*being so vivacious as to reveal conventionally defined defined standards of beauty for the hollow lies they are
*spontaneity
*passion for a craft
*being shy/ nervous around me because I am, after all, worth impressing
*the good taste to find me attractive

Seven things I say most often:
*fuck
*mother of god
*(assorted other obscenities)
*Pebbles are not for putting in your nose.
*(activity I would like a three year old to avoid) is not a choice.
*Use your words.
*Thank you.

Seven celebrity (If the meme regulatory bodies will allow an occasionally unconventional definition of fame) crushes:
*Angelina Jollie
*Op Ivy era Tim Armstrong
*Emma Goldman
*Edna St. Vincent de Millay
*Cezar Chavez
*Virginia Woolfe
*A certain viola teacher

Comments

[Kimberly]

Thanks for playing, Ms. Fern. My preferred cure for writer's block - or at least blogger's block - is posting photos of my cats... as if you couldn't tell that from my blog.

When I read "in three clefs," my first thought was viola. Do you still play? I've tried a few times, but I have very small hands, and stretching for the fingering on the viola wreaks havoc on my fiddle intonation.

I love your celebrity crushes; much more interesting to me than a conventional take on celebrity. (And I'm curious about that viola teacher!)

[Pearl]

I like most what you find attractive in a person.

Bikes rule!