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31 October 2005
What Are You Obsessed With?→[More:]
For me, it's been swimming, obviously. It's almost all I think about. What is keeping your brain wound up?
I'm just starting to play bridge again, online with one of my former partners. If I could, I would play 15 hours a day. My favourite times a few years ago, was when I went to bridge tourneys and had 10 uninterrupted days of all day bridge. aaaahhhhhh.
The possibility that partspc.com is probably going to rip me off. I really should have done more research on them before I placed my order: they've got like 60 pages of negatives at resellerratings.com.
Ah, your swim meet! It's all you ever think about! It's all you ever talk about! Frankly, dame, we're all a little concerned. Please, please, please, dry yourself off and come home!
That said, you didn't answer the question, which will now be rephrased as "Can I call you 'dame' (rhymes with 'edamame')?
(Sorry about the Marcus discussion. I'm no good at this internet chat.)
A Confederacy of Dunces. A book called "Your Cabin in the Woods." The Boyscout Manual (1938 ed). Music : Currently Outkast and The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. This filling I got about two months ago. Driving and top quality parallel parking. Nikola Tesla, Flannery O'Connor, Isaac Newton, Jesse James, Nicolas Ray, Touch of Evil, Pirates, Naval History, The soviet space launch city called Baikonur.
Online: Distributed Proofreaders
In RL: TV, mostly. Oh, and my potentially failing grade in Fluid Mechanics
Celebrity-wise: Val Kilmer: What caused his transformation from SuperHunk to Oddly-Shaped Head Man? Also, Dakota Fanning: Ape or Alien?
Distributed Proofreaders is great! I used to have a job at the Women Writers Project doing similar but slightly more complicated work. (Pre-Victorian women writers' texts encoded in SGML -- daily arguments about scholarly markup practices).
jrossi, I was obsessed for a couple years in high school with Scientology. Not obsessed as in I wanted to join, but obsessed as in, "wow, that is so insane -- who would sign a billion year contract, dress in a sailor suit, and go around trying to clear people of trauma endured when they were blown up by the Galactic overlord Xenu 70 billion years ago?"
I ended up becoming quite the student of new religious movements on account of it, for awhile.
Killdevil, I recently tried explaining the tenants of Scientology to my "book club" (in quotes because we haven't actually read a book in years, but still meet for drinks). I knew it was all silly, but repeating things like Xenu and thetan out loud made me feel like a moron for even knowing it.
Beethoven's Ninth. Book XX of the Iliad. reruns of Pimp My Ride. early-to mid 1980's American porn. Louboutin's stilettos. the Gospel of Mark's chiastic structure. prosciutto crudo. the tip of the nose of Pollaiolo's Young Woman at Poldi Pezzoli, just the tip of her nose. Original tempi indications in Beethoven's Fifth, and why of all people only Carlos Kleiber and Carlo Maria Giulini seem to have managed to respect the composer's breakneck speed. The way I can never seem to find my favorite, creamy, heavenly detergent in the 2.5-liter bottle I favor, and I have to settle for the smaller, more expensive ones. The way Maestro Muti slowed down "Parigi O Cara" when he conducted Traviata five years ago at La Scala.
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