bombs in bottles
I'm having some Thoughts about ...things, but I have not articulated them sufficiently to extrude a blog post. So here are some silly blog questions. I encountered them here:
I maintain that the real question is, and has always been: Do aliens believe in *me*?
Black.
My entire wardrobe is black, white, gray, navy, light blue, and/or pink. That's it. This is mostly to make my life easy: I wake up godforsaken early to be at my day job. This lets me ensure that no matter what I grab from my closet, it'll go together.
I look fabulous in black, it doesn't set off my sound-color synesthesia, it's easy to wash. If I'm allowed to have "shades," even better: half my wardrobe is black or pastel-black anyway. Done and done.
Taxonomically, deer do not exist.
When I was in fifth grade (1992), we were tasked with writing an essay about what we wanted to be/do when we grew up. I wrote that I wanted to be a writer. I was going to live in a little cabin in the woods, far from all people, and communicate with my editor via fax, phone, and maybe this newfangled "Internet" thing, since it apparently worked on phone lines.
My teacher told me, quite sternly, that I needed to be "realistic" and that this plan was "not realistic."
...Fast-forward twenty years: my spouse and I lived in a little cabin on the edge of a woods. The nearest town was 20 minutes away and consisted of maybe 400 people. I communicated with my editors/clients entirely via phone and this newfangled "Internet" thing.
My fifth grade teacher was right, though. The idea that I'd still need a fax machine in 2012 was pure science fiction.
I don't *have* to be a teacher, but I am one. Currently I teach library/research/media literacy skills to high schoolers. I have also taught undergraduate English.
As many books as I can cram onto whatever device will work on the ISS. Oh, and some industrial-grade Zofran.
OKAY. SO. In 2021, I was in a bad motorcycle accident. Broke both my legs, my pelvis, my right hip, my right arm, and four ribs. Everything but my arm is currently held together with metal, which means I'm not allowed to engage in any impact exercise involving my lower body. At all.
Before the crash, I was a competitive figure skater (I retired in 2010) and a choreographer. The morning of the accident, I ran a 5k. I had no idea it would be my last.
All of which is to say: I never enjoyed running. It was my least favorite part of all the conditioning I had to do as a skater, and I'm including "running bleachers" and "whatever that power skating corner glide thing the Russian coaches made us do was supposed to be" in that assessment.
But if I had to choose, I'd take back the ability to run in a heartbeat.
&.
Amos Lee, "Sweet Pea." My husband sang it to me on our first date. Years later, I choreographed it for a community talent show; he sang, I danced. I held his hand and sang it to him on his deathbed.
....Now that's a tough choice. I'm going with Haumea:
Haumea is a dwarf planet with an ellipsoid shape. It rotates extremely fast; a day on Haumea is only 3.9 hours long. It has two moons, Hi'iaka and Namaka. It's just cool.
...My understanding is that this isn't one of those "tag people" blog question things. If you want to answer some silly questions, though, go for it!
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