Meme meme’d from
chicklet73 :
Comment on this post. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.
She tagged me with:
1. nikon d80
2. swordfish
3. wil wheaton
4. autumn
5. childless by choice
6. new jersey
7. wpitw
1. Nikon D80:The Nikon D80 is my latest digital SLR camera. I've always enjoyed photography, and I finally got to take Photography 101 in fall of my senior year. I still haven't learned what all the options on the camera do, and when I would want to use one over the other, but I'm learning. Here's a recent one I'm happy with. Click to embiggen:
2. SwordfishNot the
crappy movie with Hugh Jackman and John Travolta from a few years ago, but referring to the tasty and delectable actual fish. I like it best grilled , with a little salt and pepper. Yum yum yum! It's low in points
and Core! Sadly it's also high in mercury, so I don't have it as often as I would like.
3. Wil WheatonA long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, Wil Wheaton played Wesley Crusher on
Star Trek: The Next Generation. Nowadays, he has a
blog, if you haven't heard. He has become a frickin' funny guy, and apparently a very nice man and a good stepdad to his wife's two sons. I subscribe to his blog. You should too!
4. Autumn
Autumn is my favorite season! Real autumn, not this 80-degrees-in-October bullshit. I love the cooler weather, wearing sweaters and boots, and of course the
foliage. After three whole months of sweating my behind off, I'm looking forward to cool nights. And that reminds me of a passage from
The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker...
The seasons long for each other, like men and women, in order that they may be cured of their excesses.
Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness.
Even winter -- the hardest season, the most implacable -- dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself.
So August gave way to September, and there were few complaints.
5. Childless by ChoiceYup, I don't have kids. We don't have kids. Unless Hubby and I do a complete 180 in our thinking, it will probably stay that way. If I ever stop thinking of having children in terms of all the things I would have to give up -- free time, sleep, extra cash, energy, dinners out at restaurants that don't have placemats to color -- maybe that will change.
I used to identify as childfree, but that's become a loaded term. To me, it means people like the guy on the old childfree newsgroup I haunted from 1997 through 2000, who insisted that to be a member of the newsgroup,
all women should have tubals. Let me repeat that: to belong to an
online Usenet newsgroup about being childfree, women
had to have had their tubes tied. Uhhhh, no. I realize that's the fringe element talking, but I don't need that in my life.
I sort of agree with those who feel "childless" implies that there's something missing in your life, but "childfree" has just become too much of a minefield. The "by choice" is to indicate that this is by preference, and not because I'm infertile and desperately wanting to have a child or anything like that.
6. New JerseyNew Jersey is a pretty decent state in which to live! I have done so since the year 2000. My job (except for 2002-2004) has been here. I met my husband here. I got married here. We adopted our kitties here. In an hour, you can be enjoying New York or Philadelphia or the beach. You can be in the middle of suburbia, then drive twenty minutes and be at a working farm. Hubby (who is from Kansas originally) came here for his second interview where he now works, and was surprised to find that New Jersey was not all industrial parks and chemical factories. Unless Hubby gets a job elsewhere, here is probably where we shall stay.
7. WPITWWPITW stands for "Worst Person in the World," a regular feature on
Countdown with Keith Olbermann. As he explains it in the foreword to his
book of the same name:
They aren’t really the worst persons in the world, of course.
Somewhere somebody’s ending freedom, or sticking a shiv into a witness, or defrauding an orphan, or bombing a home. And there’s almost nobody in this book who—in any kind of empirical analysis of the worst person in the world at a given moment—could truly hold a candle to any of them.
But my guys and gals have all, in their own ways, tried.
Orphans may have nothing to fear, and freedom is more likely to hurt itself laughing at them than to be hurt by their Rube Goldbergian machinations. But these Worsts (if you’ll permit the term) are the mortal enemies of honesty and dignity, of selflessness and class.
Here's a sample from the September 6, 2007
Countdown show:
There you go! Comment if you would like to be tagged!