Normally, an email chain letter will arrive, only to be mercilessly hit by the delete button. Often the same happens with certain memes. However, sometimes one comes along which gives one time to reflect and to share. Recently, the lovely Juliette Melton tagged me recently and her twist on the meme allowed me time to think about things I can do longer that were once like breathing, or things I do now that may actually be interesting to you (then again, maybe not;).
Here’s the rules of this meme — as you might suspect, similar to all:
- Link to your original tagger(s) and list these rules in your post.
- Share seven facts about yourself in the post.
- Tag seven people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs.
- Let them know they’ve been tagged.
- I’m a former theater geek, mostly technical. For one production, I designed the costumes, despite the fact that I can’t sew very well.
- When I first moved to San Francisco, I used to write concert reviews for Ink19 – which was a regional music ‘zine in the Florida/Georgia region, now purely online. I wrote such a scathing review of one show (not to be named) that the editor refused to publish it.
- In graduate school, we did a global business practicum in Bulgaria. Our group stayed almost 2 weeks in a small city named Kotel. While there, the Peace Corps volunteer facilitating our trip found out I had been a DJ and got me on Radio Bimako. After I returned, I would send the station occasional cassettes of my radio show from WPRK, which they would rebroadcast.
- For one college summer of employment I worked for a subcontractor of what was then Martin Marietta. It felt incredibly unethical to be working on a project to teach people how to use the particular targeting system. It stressed me out so much I used to go into the conference room and do cartwheels to relieve stress.
- I have never been to Angel Island.
- As my after school job in high school and college, I worked at Truffles & Trifles, a gourmet food shop. During the holiday season, the shop was well-known for its delightful gourmet gift baskets. I can still package a basket and make a bow blindfolded.
- My kids crack me up on a routine basis and would form the basis for a fabulous sitcom, if it were ever in my nature to exploit such things.
And per the rules, I’m yelling “Tag, you’re it!” to these fine folks (in alpha order):