So, Bora tagged me today with the Eight Random Facts meme. And since it's Bora, I will respond. Here are the rules:
1. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
3. Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been
But I'm sorry, tagging 8 other people is laborious. Plus it begins to feel less meme-ish and more chain-letter-ish (which is what memes are anyway, but meme sounds so much nicer.) So, if you are reading this, and you have a blog, and this sounds nifty to you, and you'd like to do this, consider yourself tagged by me, if you so desire.
Onward to the eight useless pieces of information!
- I was born in a car.
- I fell down and skinned my knee just prior to marching into church with all the other First Communicants in my class. As a consequence, I left a blood mark on the special white satin kneeler set up on the altar for us holy innocents to use on the first occasion of receiving the Body of Christ.
- I tend to pick up the accent of the region I'm living in and blend it with my original western PA accent. (See important details about yinz.) I lived and worked in Germany for 2.5 years, and there I think I adopted not just the accent but also the syntax of German-English. When I moved back to the U.S., I was asked more than once, "Your accent is so interesting; what country are you from?"
- When I first moved to Kansas, I suffered from a mild form of agoraphobia. The wide, flat, open spaces of the prairie caused me considerable anxiety and I even had a mild panic attack on our first house hunting trip. There are no trees here! was my complaint. Eventually, however, I came to love the prairie, so much so that when I moved back to Pennsylvania I suffered intensely from claustrophobia, much worse than the agoraphobia I'd had in Kansas. There are too many trees here! became my new complaint. This was a fascinating experience to me because, as much as I've moved around, the terrain of Pennsylvania has always felt like home to me. I never expected to have to "get used to" it again.
- I have enjoyed gardening for about 10 years now but this year is the first year I planted a rosebush. It's a rosebush for beginners, a Knockout, but it's still a rosebush.
- My earliest career goal in life was to be a writer. At the age of 7, I announced to my family that I had formed the Poem Manufacturing Company, and that for the fee of 10 cents, I would write a poem for anyone on any topic they wished. Poetry and the entrepreneurial spirit! They were great poems, too, as I am sure you can imagine.
- My cats, China and Bodhi, get their names from a song. Bonus points to anyone who can figure out which song. (It can't be that hard...) Extra triple bonus points to anyone who can extract meaning from the song...
- The first (and only) brand new car that I ever owned was a Mazda 323, a two-door hatchback not to be confused with the four-door Protege. Its luxury features included power steering and air conditioning. Mr. Zuska used to call it "The Little Red Bead" because it did look like a tiny little bead. Here is the perfect picture of my sweet little ride. Not mine literally, but one that looks like mine. Little Red Bead, you served me well for 10 years. I still miss you.
And that's it. I'm sure your life is immeasurably enriched now.
Your postings are always enriching. Would your cats names come from Bodhisattva by Steely Dan? I reeally need the bonus points. As for extacting meaning form the song, well ya got me there.
CanuckRob, that's not the right song, but since it does contain much the same name and since you need the bonus points, I'm awarding you some anyway.
I saw some Knockout roses at the neighborhood flower shop the other day and I was wondering which genes did they have knocked out! I guess my etymological thinking was wrong...
I think the lyrics speak for themselves:
Look for a while at the china cat sunflower,
Proud walking jingle in the midnight sun.
Copperdome bodhi drip a silver kimono,
Like a crazy quilt stargown through a dream night wind.
Crazy cat peekin through a lace bandanna,
Like a one-eyed cheshire, like a diamond-eye jack.
A leaf of all colors plays a golden-string fiddle,
To a double-e waterfall over my back.
Comic book colors on a violin river cryin leonardo,
Words from out a silk trombone.
I rang a silent bell, beneath a shower of pearls,
In the eagle-winged palace of the queen chinee.
Oh goody! another person born in a car. Both my husband and myself share that random fact.
About the song - can you hum a few bars?
Bonus points to Jon!
Robert Hunter has said:
"Nobody ever asked me the meaning of this song. People seem to know exactly what I'm talking about. It's good that a few things in this world are clear to all of us."
"I think the germ of [China Cat Sunflower] came in Mexico, on Lake Chapala. I don't think any of the words came, exactly--the rhythms came.
I had a cat sitting on my belly, and was in a rather hypersensitive state, and I followed this cat out to--I believe it was Neptune--and there were rainbows across Neptune, and cats marching across the rainbow. This cat took me in all these cat places; there's some essence of that in the song." --
yeah....rainbows on Neptune...and the cat places....I'll have what he's having, please.
Ok, nobody's mentioned the bloody satin kneeler, but that's the one that made me LOL. What an excellent launch to lifelong irreverence!