Five things you don’t know about me, since Elaine of Kalilily tagged me ….
- I wanted to be a car hop when I grew up. The short-skirted, majorette-booted teen waitresses in 1950s drive-up restaurants were my ideal of beauty, competence, and freedom.
- I fell in love when I was 12 with an 18 year-old boy who (I hope!) never noticed. In an agony of love, one night in my bedroom, trying to think of something that I could do to make myself so beautiful that he’d notice me, I poured three different kinds of perfume into a teacup and dipped the ends of all my ten fingers in the mixture. At that point, my sense of humor must have kicked in, because I don’t remember ever thinking about that boy again. Well, I still remember his name–but I won’t tell Google.
- You might think I bounce around a lot–next month I’ll be blog-posting from Chile and Japan. But I’m one of the least exotic members of my NH diaspora. One of my dearest NH friends is visiting us right now from Vienna. Another just moved from London to Hong Kong. And a bunch of my favorite NH-ites now gather each Christmas for what is (among them) a convenient, central location…Cairo, Egypt.
- So I shouldn’t be blogging right now, I should be entertaining Diane! OK, my desk is so messy it would make Steve Rubel faint.
- I asked Frank if I could instead tell you five things you don’t know about Frank Wilczek–he said, “I haven’t been tagged, and you have.”
So now I tag Frank–he can post his five answers here, if he’s willing. And Dave Winer, if he’ll play. And Julie and Lisa and Dervala, because I miss them!
Oops, Dave was tagged last week–of course!