The seven interests meme
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scarlettinaI asked the bhagwan to ping me on this meme and he complied, so now I must as well. Herewith I present a meme new to me but not, apparently, to anyone else:
Request feedback as a comment, and I will pick seven of your “stated interests”. You then explain your choice of them in your journal and iterate the meme.
Here are the interests![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bhagwanx asked me about:
cinema: A fancy way of saying "movies," because some people don't say "movies," they say "cinema." I'm a simple creature in this. I likes me my vocabulary. Seriously, I love movies. I was raised on it. As mentioned in a prior post, my mom would often wake my brother and I up past midnight to watch movies on TV that we couldn't see on Saturday afternoon television. Either she was a madwoman or . . . well, okay, she was a madwoman, but the finest kind. Sitting in a dark theater, watching a well-acted, well-directed, well-produced film is a great joy and one of her legacies to me. I haven't done it nearly enough lately.
genealogy: I think that, when you have little or no family, discovering the history of what little there was becomes a weird sort of substitute. At least, that's what it's been for me. Since there's no one left, really, to tell me stories about where we came from, I am left to my own devices, which are pretty considerable. I've traced our family back further than most other folks in our line have managed, though that's not saying much: three, maybe four generations. I find it fascinating to discover where what family stories I do know diverge from the documentation I can find. What's a fabrication is often as revealing--if not more so--than what's the truth.
ghosts: My mom was interested in the paranormal. So am I. As often as ghost stories make me uncomfortable, as often as I sleep poorly as a result of watching something like "Ghost Hunters" or "Poltergeist," I still get a kick out of it. I enjoy the idea of there being mysteries in the world of this kind--whether or not some part of us survives after death. I find the idea of hauntings disturbing, but they suggest that there's still something unseen in the world to discover and I like that idea. While there's a part of me that's terribly rational and will defend the scientific method to my death, deeper down, the idea that there's still something in the shadows will always appeal to me.
numismatics: I think you asked me about this once before. It started with smashed pennies. I had one or two as a kid. I found them, probably about 7 years ago, in the bottom of a drawer, picked up a few more, and then I made my fatal mistake. I asked a coin store proprietor if there were a way to store them safely. He told me to get online and look for smashed penny communities. Well, I found one. Once I realized I wasn't the only madwoman in the world with this interest, I was doomed. Elongated coins (yes, I collect not only pennies, but nickels, dimes and quarters that have been smashed as well) lead me to collecting Lincoln cents, a type set, Israeli coinage, transit tokens and World's Fair tokens. I've slowed down the last year or so due to a desperate need to organize, but I've met some wonderful people through the hobby and have learned a great deal about history and minting. Fun stuff.
sapiosexuality: I discovered this concept hanging out here, on Live Journal. Basically, it's finding brainy people sexy. Anyone who knows me pretty much knows that the sharper you are, the brainier you are, the sexier I find you. I can't help myself. It's kind of a problem. But, you know, it's a cool problem to have. My life is full of brainy people whom I adore. At particular parties or in particular company, I could melt down out of pure joy.
scotch: I learned how to drink scotch out of practicality and friendship.dochyel took me to my first scotch tasting. There, I learned about single malts and blended scotches. I tasted stuff I'd never tasted before. Royal Lochnagar in particular made an impression, though my tastes have evolved over the years. Drinkng scotch became a business practice for me; I found that male agents and business associates took me more seriously when I drank scotch than when I drank frou-frou drinks, so I cultivated the taste a bit more. I drink it more sparingly these days than I used to. I still enjoy it, but not quite in the same way I used to. I don't have the same tolerance. (The night Wizards laid me off, I drank five fingers of scotch straight up and didn't feel it, though I suspect that had as much to do with being ready to jump off a cliff as anything.)
papercrafts: An old hobby: rubberstamping, book binding, card making. I was always crafty but, as with so many of my hobbies these days, this hobby took root the year I was unemployed after Wizards, and it stuck with me. I will occasionally handmake a birthday card or a little gift of some kind. I just like making stuff. It's an art, you know?
Anyone? Anyone? Beuller?
Request feedback as a comment, and I will pick seven of your “stated interests”. You then explain your choice of them in your journal and iterate the meme.
Here are the interests
bhagwanx asked me about:cinema: A fancy way of saying "movies," because some people don't say "movies," they say "cinema." I'm a simple creature in this. I likes me my vocabulary. Seriously, I love movies. I was raised on it. As mentioned in a prior post, my mom would often wake my brother and I up past midnight to watch movies on TV that we couldn't see on Saturday afternoon television. Either she was a madwoman or . . . well, okay, she was a madwoman, but the finest kind. Sitting in a dark theater, watching a well-acted, well-directed, well-produced film is a great joy and one of her legacies to me. I haven't done it nearly enough lately.
genealogy: I think that, when you have little or no family, discovering the history of what little there was becomes a weird sort of substitute. At least, that's what it's been for me. Since there's no one left, really, to tell me stories about where we came from, I am left to my own devices, which are pretty considerable. I've traced our family back further than most other folks in our line have managed, though that's not saying much: three, maybe four generations. I find it fascinating to discover where what family stories I do know diverge from the documentation I can find. What's a fabrication is often as revealing--if not more so--than what's the truth.
ghosts: My mom was interested in the paranormal. So am I. As often as ghost stories make me uncomfortable, as often as I sleep poorly as a result of watching something like "Ghost Hunters" or "Poltergeist," I still get a kick out of it. I enjoy the idea of there being mysteries in the world of this kind--whether or not some part of us survives after death. I find the idea of hauntings disturbing, but they suggest that there's still something unseen in the world to discover and I like that idea. While there's a part of me that's terribly rational and will defend the scientific method to my death, deeper down, the idea that there's still something in the shadows will always appeal to me.
numismatics: I think you asked me about this once before. It started with smashed pennies. I had one or two as a kid. I found them, probably about 7 years ago, in the bottom of a drawer, picked up a few more, and then I made my fatal mistake. I asked a coin store proprietor if there were a way to store them safely. He told me to get online and look for smashed penny communities. Well, I found one. Once I realized I wasn't the only madwoman in the world with this interest, I was doomed. Elongated coins (yes, I collect not only pennies, but nickels, dimes and quarters that have been smashed as well) lead me to collecting Lincoln cents, a type set, Israeli coinage, transit tokens and World's Fair tokens. I've slowed down the last year or so due to a desperate need to organize, but I've met some wonderful people through the hobby and have learned a great deal about history and minting. Fun stuff.
sapiosexuality: I discovered this concept hanging out here, on Live Journal. Basically, it's finding brainy people sexy. Anyone who knows me pretty much knows that the sharper you are, the brainier you are, the sexier I find you. I can't help myself. It's kind of a problem. But, you know, it's a cool problem to have. My life is full of brainy people whom I adore. At particular parties or in particular company, I could melt down out of pure joy.
scotch: I learned how to drink scotch out of practicality and friendship.
dochyel took me to my first scotch tasting. There, I learned about single malts and blended scotches. I tasted stuff I'd never tasted before. Royal Lochnagar in particular made an impression, though my tastes have evolved over the years. Drinkng scotch became a business practice for me; I found that male agents and business associates took me more seriously when I drank scotch than when I drank frou-frou drinks, so I cultivated the taste a bit more. I drink it more sparingly these days than I used to. I still enjoy it, but not quite in the same way I used to. I don't have the same tolerance. (The night Wizards laid me off, I drank five fingers of scotch straight up and didn't feel it, though I suspect that had as much to do with being ready to jump off a cliff as anything.)papercrafts: An old hobby: rubberstamping, book binding, card making. I was always crafty but, as with so many of my hobbies these days, this hobby took root the year I was unemployed after Wizards, and it stuck with me. I will occasionally handmake a birthday card or a little gift of some kind. I just like making stuff. It's an art, you know?
Anyone? Anyone? Beuller?