|LIke I'm going to blow 25 potential posts on a single list posting!
||[Feb. 6th, 2009|11:09 am]
Yeah, so I've been tagged about a thousand times to do the 25 things about you nobody knows -- and now other lists are starting. |
And I resisted for a while, but then started plugging away at it. Realizing first that this is very difficult for someone who rides the TMI train on a regular basis. I mean, hel-lo? I'm not exactly rolling in secrets -- when it comes to personal information, I don't hold a lot back. Other people's secrets, sure, but sharing them on a list would sort of defeat the whole SECRET thing...
And -- although I enjoy reading other people's lists, as I started to compile my own, I thought, oh, god, enough about YOU. Plus, do I really want this out there...for everyone? I know, I know, this is certainly public, but takes a little bit more effort for the general public to get here. And anything worth having is worth working for, right?
(All that dog training pays off...)
Besides, "short answer" and "me" are sort of incompatible. I suck at "summing it up". When I say "in short", it's always said ironically. I just can't get to the point without including back story, digression, explanation, analyzation and probably about a dozen other words, if only I could remember all of those terms from my college days.
Of course, here it doesn't matter -- you're here because you signed up to read this stuff. On facebook, eh, I don't need to publicize my inability to do the "one word" stuff. Ugh, it's like wearing a turtleneck -- all chokey.
So, Item #1:
I'm a sucker for strings and squeezeboxes.
Fiddles, harps, concertinas, hurdy-gurdies, even bagpipes and accordions. I don't count guitars in my list of instruments I love to listen to. Cellos and violas make the list, but on guitars I remain neutral. A drum circle will chase me from the immediate area. My love plays the tuba, and only for his sake will I be semi-serious about saying that if brass instruments disappeared, I wouldn't mourn for very long.
My father has accused me of being some kind of hick throw-back, as he and my mother's musical tastes solidified in their college days and haven't budged since. Although we did bond over the music of the Baroque era -- mostly because my mother hated it, so it automatically became something I loved. Yes, I was THAT kind of a kid.