why yes, i am avoiding homework by posting on the internet

[katekat]

how could you tell?

two memes stolen borrowed from brutti_ma_buoni and ruuger:

My "Job" description (which devolved into me trying to summarize my thesis) using only the most used 1000 words:

I want to be a teacher of books, so right now I study books every day. And to be a teacher the next thing I will do is write about books from another place in a long piece that I hope will be a book some day.

That long piece is about many different things. It is about the next form of human life. It is about art that shows memories of a time, not the past, and not the present, but some other time. It is about how women who write have changed what we know about the next form of human life, and about how the reason why that next form of human life will always be about men and women no matter what other form it takes. And I think about how the people who write books about these things are also changing the way they write.

... that was weird.

And, this one is for you dear readers:

I know very little about some of the people on my friends list. Some people I know relatively well. [Some people I know lots. Some people, if they're reading this, gave birth to me.] But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's Parker ...she likes money and cereal." I'd love it if everyone who's friended me did this. (Yes, even you people who I know really well.) Then post this in your own journal if you feel inclined. In return, ask me anything you'd like to know about me and I'll give you an answer

Comments

[katekat]

ok, so, first off, i did know about the Lil/y parts, but I didn't know you ahve synaesthesia - which kind? and good luck with French mon cherie!

as for studying Japanese, it's weird because it's kind of a lazy reason. I wanted to go back to grad school and study sci fi, but most american sci fi people are in comparative lit departments, which all require you to speak at least three languages fluently. And there was no way i was going to be able to that since i'd only taken high school friench. Asian studies departments only require two (usually english and language of country)... and since Japan and the US are the two countries whose SF works have global impact ... I chose Japan. and now i'm working harder than i ever thought i'd be able to on one of the 5 most difficult languages for english speakers to learn...ha.

as far as the memories for decades of my life, that is SO DIFFICULT. for 1-10, probably the night i had the talk with my mom about the tooth fairy and santa claus. i'd been sleeping in her bed, waiting for the tooth fairy to come, when i realized (somehow, don't quite remember how) that she didn't exist. went out to the living room where my mom was necking with her boyfriend on the couch to tell her. I remember my mom stopping what she was doing and giving me her undivided attention, and I told her, "mom, the tooth fairy doesn't really exist does she?" she gravely said no, and I responded with "and santa claus too, huh?" and again had it confirmed. it wasn't traumatic or anything, but it's one of those clear memories. for 10-20 UGH so hard! probably the strongest sense memory is of when i took a 2-credit elective class on cyberpunk, and our class was held in a lounge instead of a classroom. Imagine 8 super smart people lazing on couches and armchairs speculating about the future as written in these startling books... it was the kind of class i had always pictured college was about, and even though i was too shy to talk most of the time, it was something that effected me so much. for 20-30.... wow. there was a lot of living that went on during that time for me, and it's hard to pick just one memory - the morning after my graduation party when my dad and stepmom showed up early to my apartment (of course i'd partied the night before the graduation ceremony), there were people literally still passed out on our living room couch or wandering around in hangover-fugue (even my mom was there in her robe, having split a bottle of gin between her and my friend Tyler the night before), and I just remember the sheer physical horror of having my parents in the same place, with the house a wreck and me still feeling like a zombie, and them being chipper and giving me a tiny box for a graduation present that had a toy car in it, because they were going to give me a car for graduation. My eyelashes literally started falling out i was so stressed. :D As for 30s they're not entirely over, but it's probably going to be the visual of the street I was on when Tyler told me that the ex and the hoar had been sleeping together off and on over the last couple of years, and getting off the freeway so that I could drive back over the hill from the valley and confront him with his wretched behavior. The sun was shining, and there wasn't much traffic so I could pull off the freeway easily, and get onto the winding road that took me back to an apartment i had been calling home. I was shaking I was so mad, and the whole of that drive was beautiful as it always is.

And omg most watched film is a DIFFICULT one! My stepmom and I used to have a set of films we would watch in rotation when we went to the parent's cabin (summer or winter, we watched movies all the time): Willow, Overboard, Blade Runner. But my guilty secret in highschool was that I loved Dirty Dancing, and I think I actually came home and watched it every afternoon for almost six months at one point... Of course The Princesses Bride I have watched so many countless times I can't actually watch it without saying the words now, and you can literally play a 10 second clip and I'll tell you where in the movie it is.

good questions bb!

[biodamped]

Grapheme, though not the same way Wiki describe it - words have colour but individual letters not so much. Auditory and personality too - every song I hear has a colour, and everyone I know has a colour, which sometimes matches the colour their name would be but more often than not doesn't. Like, Anna is a yellow name for me, but I only know one Anna who is a yellow person. Days and weeks and special anniversaries have colours... just, everything really, except numbers. :P Times of day, you name it. My brain is saturated in spectrums.

Ahaha, omg, that's mental. I'm so glad there isn't a fluency restriction here, because I'm only fluent in German and English - Latin and Ancietn Greek tend not to count so much. :P

1-10 is too precious, bless you! 11-20 sounds AMAZING, wow. I wish I'd had a college class like that! :D 21-30 is a hard one to pick, you do so much growing, but I think graduation's one of my clearest and strongest too. (That last one is a killer. Why does life always put something gorgeous in with the horrifying things? I have this memory of when my grandad was sick, before he died, standing in a hospital ground and it should have been awful, but it was autumn. Sun out, crisp wind, lichen and moss growing up over these old red bricks. Fallen leaves on ashphalt, and I was in my teens, looking around this courtyard, feeling completely disturbed because I should have been miserable and I was surrounded by wonder instead.)

Nice film choices! :D I wholeheartedly approve.