Ten thangs
Feb. 23rd, 2005 08:19 pmOK, I am stuck at the office, waiting for someone to send me something without the which I can't go home until they do, dammit.
Therefore, memage. I will be bold and in addition to listing some way-cool things to make my flist jealous and impressed, will list a few incredibly stupid and dorky things, to make my flist feel smug and superior. Because we all need a little of both in the average day, no?
Ten things I've done that you probably haven't.
1. Slept in the ancient Greek temple of Segesta in Sicily, drifting off while watching stars wheel overhead because it has no roof. (Was joined by a friendly stray dog, and dog's attendant fleas; clearly these were household spirits.) Woken in the morning by astonished goatherd.
2. Jailed in New Orleans for stealing a broken parking meter.
3. Climbed Giambologna's equestrian statue of Grand Duke Cosimo I de Medici (1594) in Piazza Signoria, Florence, while drunk, and did not fall off.
4. Edited texts by Mircea Eliade and Umberto Eco. Not the same text, alas. Wouldn't that have been a cool book?
5. Danced (badly) in a mask, powdered wig, and full ballgown under a Tiepolo ceiling by torchlight in Venice here. I'm tellin' you, those panniers are not easy to manage. No wonder the waltz did not come into style until later.
6. Took (and passed) my 1st dan (black belt) exam in Shotokan karate with a broken wrist, while wearing a cast. (Was admonished by the examiners to hold the cast behind me so as not to injure the foot of any opponents kicking me. Nice.)
7. Deliberately spilled most of a pot of very hot coffee in the lap of an obnoxious customer during my one very brief stint as a waitress.
8. Night librarian at NASA.
9. While hitchiking from New York to New Orleans rode in the back of a pickup truck with a goat. (Wow, two goat mentions in one list; looks like a Motif.) In the cab of the truck was a family of 7 from Alabama that included a halfwit.
10. Spent a weekend drinking in a motel in suburban Milwaukee with 75 crazed Vietnam War veterans (and an entire prom's-worth of high-school seniors, but that's neither here nor there, as it was not my prom). There were theme rooms.
Yall know the drill. If any of you have done one of these, I'll cross it out and think of something else.
Therefore, memage. I will be bold and in addition to listing some way-cool things to make my flist jealous and impressed, will list a few incredibly stupid and dorky things, to make my flist feel smug and superior. Because we all need a little of both in the average day, no?
Ten things I've done that you probably haven't.
1. Slept in the ancient Greek temple of Segesta in Sicily, drifting off while watching stars wheel overhead because it has no roof. (Was joined by a friendly stray dog, and dog's attendant fleas; clearly these were household spirits.) Woken in the morning by astonished goatherd.
2. Jailed in New Orleans for stealing a broken parking meter.
3. Climbed Giambologna's equestrian statue of Grand Duke Cosimo I de Medici (1594) in Piazza Signoria, Florence, while drunk, and did not fall off.
4. Edited texts by Mircea Eliade and Umberto Eco. Not the same text, alas. Wouldn't that have been a cool book?
5. Danced (badly) in a mask, powdered wig, and full ballgown under a Tiepolo ceiling by torchlight in Venice here. I'm tellin' you, those panniers are not easy to manage. No wonder the waltz did not come into style until later.
6. Took (and passed) my 1st dan (black belt) exam in Shotokan karate with a broken wrist, while wearing a cast. (Was admonished by the examiners to hold the cast behind me so as not to injure the foot of any opponents kicking me. Nice.)
7. Deliberately spilled most of a pot of very hot coffee in the lap of an obnoxious customer during my one very brief stint as a waitress.
8. Night librarian at NASA.
9. While hitchiking from New York to New Orleans rode in the back of a pickup truck with a goat. (Wow, two goat mentions in one list; looks like a Motif.) In the cab of the truck was a family of 7 from Alabama that included a halfwit.
10. Spent a weekend drinking in a motel in suburban Milwaukee with 75 crazed Vietnam War veterans (and an entire prom's-worth of high-school seniors, but that's neither here nor there, as it was not my prom). There were theme rooms.
Yall know the drill. If any of you have done one of these, I'll cross it out and think of something else.
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Date: 2005-02-23 06:41 pm (UTC)Umberto Eco? Seriously?
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Date: 2005-02-23 06:55 pm (UTC)Dish!
4. Edited texts by Mircea Eliade and Umberto Eco
DISH.
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Date: 2005-02-23 07:11 pm (UTC)I'd like to edit a text by Umberto Eco. Or anyone, for that matter. Okay, not Karl Rove. But anyone reasonable.
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Date: 2005-02-23 07:12 pm (UTC)Can we have the story of #10, please?
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Date: 2005-02-23 08:42 pm (UTC)I'd like to edit a text by Rove. Oh yeah. I'd edit that baby. Yep.
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Date: 2005-02-23 08:43 pm (UTC)What a cool list. :)
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Date: 2005-02-23 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-24 04:00 pm (UTC)---L.
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Date: 2005-02-25 05:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-25 05:49 pm (UTC)Hmm
Date: 2005-06-09 02:24 pm (UTC)