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That high school meme
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lolmacSurprise! I'm actually doing a meme!!
When I was in high school . . . (for the record, I graduated in 1979)
1. Did you know your spouse/partner?
HAHAHAHAHA not really funny.
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My father and Terry Pratchett
Mar. 12th, 2015 10:32 pmlolmacNo, my father never met Sir Terry Pratchett. He probably never read any of his books, although he would have loved them -- especially the later, snarkier, more Twain-esque* ones. Funnily enough, my father actually looked a little like Terry Pratchett, although he didn't wear a hat.
( this may be hard reading for some )
( this may be hard reading for some )
Long and Prosperous Life
Feb. 28th, 2015 12:00 pmlolmacI started watching Star Trek when it first aired. I was in second grade at the time, and I completely and totally fell into fannish squee for the first of many times in my life (although I didn't have a word for it until decades later). We had a black-and-white set then; I didn't see it in colour until years later.
For the rest . . . Wil Wheaton said it better, so I'm going to quote him.
"I was too young to fully understand why, but as I got older and looked back on those years, it became clear: I identified with Spock because he was weird, and cerebral, and he was different from everyone else. He was just like me, but the things that made me a target of ridicule on the playground made him a valuable and vital member of his ship’s crew. In ways that I couldn’t articulate at the time, I wanted to be Mister Spock because if I was, I could be myself – quiet, bookish, alien to the people around me – and it wouldn’t be weird. It would be awesome."
I didn't have a word for what I was, but Mr. Spock gave me one. Leonard Nimoy created a character that gave me a way to think about myself that wasn't an automatic self-denigration. He may have done more than any other person to save my sanity as I struggled my way through childhood and adolescence. Ultimately, I had to get beyond the Vulcan model -- Luke Skywalker turned up just at the right time -- but it was Spock who got me ready for the Jedi.
Excuse me now -- I'm going to be watching a Trek marathon for a while . . .
For the rest . . . Wil Wheaton said it better, so I'm going to quote him.
"I was too young to fully understand why, but as I got older and looked back on those years, it became clear: I identified with Spock because he was weird, and cerebral, and he was different from everyone else. He was just like me, but the things that made me a target of ridicule on the playground made him a valuable and vital member of his ship’s crew. In ways that I couldn’t articulate at the time, I wanted to be Mister Spock because if I was, I could be myself – quiet, bookish, alien to the people around me – and it wouldn’t be weird. It would be awesome."
I didn't have a word for what I was, but Mr. Spock gave me one. Leonard Nimoy created a character that gave me a way to think about myself that wasn't an automatic self-denigration. He may have done more than any other person to save my sanity as I struggled my way through childhood and adolescence. Ultimately, I had to get beyond the Vulcan model -- Luke Skywalker turned up just at the right time -- but it was Spock who got me ready for the Jedi.
Excuse me now -- I'm going to be watching a Trek marathon for a while . . .
in memorium
Jan. 29th, 2014 01:08 pmlolmacI didn't see the news about Pete Seeger until late yesterday. I'm not feeling so much grief, as reverence and awe. 94 years old, and what a journey.
I went to see the documentary, The Power of Song, when it was in the theatres. I wanted to start singing along right away, but I squelched the impulse until most of the way through. Once I could hear the others in the audience humming, I went ahead. By the final credits, everyone was singing -- and most of us were still singing, softly, as we left the screening room, crossed the lobby and headed home.
I stopped and asked one of the ushers, "Do you often hear the audience singing along to that one?"
She looked bemused. "Every single showing." She hadn't seen the movie herself, silly girl, and didn't understand why.
Thank you, Pete.
I went to see the documentary, The Power of Song, when it was in the theatres. I wanted to start singing along right away, but I squelched the impulse until most of the way through. Once I could hear the others in the audience humming, I went ahead. By the final credits, everyone was singing -- and most of us were still singing, softly, as we left the screening room, crossed the lobby and headed home.
I stopped and asked one of the ushers, "Do you often hear the audience singing along to that one?"
She looked bemused. "Every single showing." She hadn't seen the movie herself, silly girl, and didn't understand why.
Thank you, Pete.
very early RDA quotes
Nov. 19th, 2011 05:00 pmlolmacInstead of actually writing today (so far), I have wasted vast swathes of time reading old, old items in the archives at rdanderson.com. I ended up saving some truly delicious snippets from the early days, when he was on General Hospital. He didn't like the character and left after his 5-year contract was over.
The Soap Opera press loved him, though and interviewed him at least once a year, often more.
From an article in 1976: “With his solid, athletic body, he definitely looks like a man who should be wandering in a forest, not a hallway.”
From a 1976 interview: “I want to be a spy, I want to get beat up and shot at and stuff like that.” \o/
( More juicy comments! )
*glee*
The Soap Opera press loved him, though and interviewed him at least once a year, often more.
From an article in 1976: “With his solid, athletic body, he definitely looks like a man who should be wandering in a forest, not a hallway.”
From a 1976 interview: “I want to be a spy, I want to get beat up and shot at and stuff like that.” \o/
( More juicy comments! )
*glee*
a much happier topic
Oct. 19th, 2011 10:00 pmlolmacTomorrow will be the first anniversary of the day that Missy and I dressed in purple and eloped to a diner.
Not that we exactly planned it that way. October 20th, 2010 was the day people were wearing purple for gay solidarity, so . . . we both wore purple that day. Missy was in Seattle for my 50th birthday (October 24th). Although I was getting ready to move to Florida, I had found out that we could register as domestic partners in Washington state, even though Missy wasn't a resident. So we arranged all that while she was visiting. The notary, a friend of mine, happened to be available on the 20th, so we met him at a diner nearby, and he was wearing purple too.
So tomorrow, it will be a year. To a certain extent, the next two months are a long series of anniversary moments: that day in the diner was the beginning of one hell of a sequence of events. Admittedly, the sequence actually started way earlier, when we made the decision that I was going to move; or even earlier, years earlier, when we first met.
But the best thing of all is that we're both here, now, together.
I think I shall wear purple tomorrow.
Not that we exactly planned it that way. October 20th, 2010 was the day people were wearing purple for gay solidarity, so . . . we both wore purple that day. Missy was in Seattle for my 50th birthday (October 24th). Although I was getting ready to move to Florida, I had found out that we could register as domestic partners in Washington state, even though Missy wasn't a resident. So we arranged all that while she was visiting. The notary, a friend of mine, happened to be available on the 20th, so we met him at a diner nearby, and he was wearing purple too.
So tomorrow, it will be a year. To a certain extent, the next two months are a long series of anniversary moments: that day in the diner was the beginning of one hell of a sequence of events. Admittedly, the sequence actually started way earlier, when we made the decision that I was going to move; or even earlier, years earlier, when we first met.
But the best thing of all is that we're both here, now, together.
I think I shall wear purple tomorrow.
Let's hear it for the nuclear family
Dec. 5th, 2010 11:00 pmlolmacWe’ve got a long drive tomorrow – we’re in Taos tonight, at the truly delightful El Pueblo Lodge (Thank you Tripadvisor.com!), and we need to get to Wichita tomorrow. This will involve some hard driving – up to Raton Pass and clipping a corner of Colorado before entering Kansas. However, we get to skip Texas and Oklahoma completely. This pleases me. But it does mean an early bedtime.
We actually spent an entire day in the same state! Not bliss – that’s been ongoing – but New Mexico. We met my other sister and her husband in Albuquerque for brunch, then headed up through Santa Fe to Los Alamos, where I grew up. I drove around and reminisced madly, showed Missy my old haunts and the house we lived in, and ended with a short visit to the Science Museum.
( changing landscapes )
We actually spent an entire day in the same state! Not bliss – that’s been ongoing – but New Mexico. We met my other sister and her husband in Albuquerque for brunch, then headed up through Santa Fe to Los Alamos, where I grew up. I drove around and reminisced madly, showed Missy my old haunts and the house we lived in, and ended with a short visit to the Science Museum.
( changing landscapes )
