8 Things About Me
I’ll try to make these different than the 5 things you donâ€™t know about me meme that I was double-tagged with about six months ago, but I’ll try to come up with tidbits I don’t think I’ve mentioned before.
- I’ve got an 11-year-old Bichon Frise kicking around the house. He’s fairly husky for a Bichon, and doesn’t ever look as dolled-up as some of the Bishon photos you see, but he’s pure-bred. We named after a famous detective when my wife refused to name him “Ilford” after my (at that time) favorite black-and-white film.
- My birthday is at the end of this week. Last year was a round number, and whilst sitting in a Chinese restaurant with a few friends, they asked me what I wanted to do in the rest of my life. I said “write more,” that I planned to have another career yet, and wanted it to be writing. Stupid, stupid, stupid. I was hoping to ease into it… dang. You can’t always get what you want.
- I’m not a very fast reader. I’ve got over 2,000 books in my library and really love to read, but when I do, I keep slowing down to absorb concepts and fit them into the rest of the universe, even to write them down as I go. I figure if a book isn’t worth slowing down for, it isn’t worth reading, unless it’s escapist brain-candy fiction (of which I don’t read a steady diet).
- I just asked my wife what I should write, and she said to say that I like antiques. Maybe because we’re watching an old Lovejoy episode at the moment… but I do enjoy old things. When I was —I don’t know— about 13 or so, I risked life and limb (which I never fail to mention) retrieving an old trunk with a curved top from the attic of a derelict farmhouse. My mother laid claim to it, but says I’ve got dibs on it when she shuffles off this mortal coil.
- Also courtesy of my wife: raspberries and cream. I think she mentioned this because she simply doesn’t get it and thinks me weird, but there really is nothing like a bowl of fresh-picked raspberries, sprinkled with sugar… over which you pour cream and enjoy. Reminds me of my grandparents, who taught me well how to enjoy a dish of raspberries.
- My mother is very into quilting, and when I was oh, just pre-teen I guess, I designed a quilt and we made it… it’s got pictures on it that kinda betray my age and the year (“Peace, Man… Groovy”). But I still used on Fathers’ Day afternoon when I had a nap on the couch. ;^)
- The first telephone I had in my own name was a red desktop rotary set — the kind that had actual bells in it. I’m sorry I ever gave it back to the phone company… my kids have probably never seen a working rotary phone before.
- I think I first got my now-wife to actually take notice of me by giving her a motorcycle ride. We stopped for dinner halfway through. It wasn’t even my bike, but the con worked. One of these days I’ll get myself something worthy the the open road.
- My real name is — oh, I’m supposed to stop at eight, right? ;^)
I hereby tag the following with the 8 things meme:
- Len Hjalmarson
- John LaGrou
- Bill Kinnon
- Cindy Bryan
- Makeesha Fisher
- Greg Loughery
- Nathan Colquhoun
- Randy McRoberts
5 Things I Dig About Jesus
- The dude new how to party — he was generally found at table with a glass of wine. If I “lighten up,” I still express his heart.
- His brood was made up of the least likely candidates, and he just sent them off to change the world. There is hope for me too.
- He’s so open-handed and non-coercive about everything… favouring always invitation over edict.
- He is the eternal Word who came down and incarnated the presence of God in our midst, as one of us. It blows my mind.
- He knows all my sh** and rather than just provide, he became my deliverer therefrom. Yes it’s true, I dig Jesus because he saved me from my sh**.
I hereby tag the following with the 5 things meme: