Favorite Embarrassing Childhood Moment:
The only day I wore that red polka-dotted underwear. I usually didn't care in first grade if I wore a skirt on the monkey bars and showed my bloomers. But I forgot about the red polka-dots this one day, and the boy I had a crush on (the fastest runner on the playground - is there any other criterion?) saw those undies. He was probably horrified and could have been scarred for life, but I still know Matt, and he seems okay now.
Favorite Subjects in High School:
Science Fiction. Biology. Poetry.
Favorite Book When I Was a Teen:
House of Stairs by William Sleator
Favorite Line From a Movie:
"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die."
Favorite Sport to Play:
Favorite Sport to Yell For:
Favorite Ice Cream:
Home made vanilla bean - don't laugh, you've never had my ice cream. I make amazing ice cream. Even vanilla. Especially vanilla.
Thanksgiving. Ain't no religion or creed in the world that can argue with just plain being thankful.
I have an embarrassing number of fountain pens and inks. But my favorite pen is a green ballpoint.
Favorite Artistic Thing To Do:
Pottery. I have been taking ceramics lessons for a number of years now. When your brain is on overload, there's nothing like rearranging mud for distraction.
Favorite Thing to Do on a Car Trip:
Crank the music and sing! If someone else is driving, I will rudely read a book and forsake my passengerly duty of keeping the driver awake.
The Galapagos Marine Iguana. Anything that can sneeze the salt out of its system is an incredible creature. (What - you thought I was going to say a puppy?!)
Cucumber, cedar trees in the sun, fall leaves, and horse sweat. Not all together, of course.
Favorite Place I've Ever Been Camping:Bryce Canyon, Utah. You can camp at 8,000 feet at the rim, with the ravens, mule deer, and hundreds of quail. Then hike down into the canyon and you are on Mars, crazy red rock formations. Go there.
Favorite Scary Place Ever Visited:
Dachau, Germany (one of far too many concentration camps from WWII) I went there when I was eight, and still remember the concrete hallways, worn down by so many feet. When I stepped inside the 'shower room' I just stared at the big shower head, imagining gas coming out instead of water, and my hair stood on end. What brings human beings to this?
Favorite Thing Passed Down to Me:
My Mom's jigsaw puzzle of an open box of chocolates. Very difficult to do! All those swirls on tops of chocolates, and the little crinkly papers they sit in, jeez. And then the drool gets everywhere as you work.
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