Tagged!
I have been tagged by the wonderful, dear Siren. Here are 20 random facts about me:
1. By the time I finished high school, I had gone to 8 different schools. My family moved around a lot due to my brother’s health–started out in Brooklyn, trotted out to Detroit, and then settled in Los Angeles.
2. I will move to New York. I feel superlatively in my element there.
3. I will never live in a small town. The smallness of them really get on my nerves.
4. I do not get along well with people who are not open-minded. After everything history has told us about truth and certainty, I just do not understand how people can be anything but open in their thinking.
5. There are 7 medical doctors and 6 artists/musicians in my family. Thus, I will be the only non-medical doctor and lawyer in the family.
6. Since age 7, I played classical piano and had plans to become a concert pianist. I used to sleep with Chopin sheet music under my pillow.
7. … and yet, the instrument that moves me like no other is the cello. Yo-Yo Ma has said that it is the closest sound to the human voice. I also think it is incredibly beautiful to watch a cellist play, particularly a female cellist.
8. Often, if you check my handbag, you will find a copy of The Communist Manifesto. You should see the looks on people’s faces when I whip it out in trains.
9. I have a heart-shaped face complete with a widow’s peak that I pluck at.
10. I went to the Violator signing/stampede at the Beverly Connection and Martin Gore kissed me on the cheek.
11. I was a diligent member of a youth choir for 5 years. I sang 4 years as a soprano and my last year as a mezzo-soprano. Right now I sing comfortably in the mezzo-soprano range.
12. I hate driving (and yet, I live in LA… well, see #2)
13. I have never had a tuna fish sandwich. I practically have to leave the room when someone else is eating one. I do not get how people can eat tuna out of a can period.
14. The only times I drink soda are when I am having whisky or rum (although I love them neat, too).
15. I love persimmons, but prefer them hard with some crunch and slip as opposed to soft requiring a sloppy slurp.
16. I always wear sunscreen; I never wear foundation.
17. I went to a highly gifted junior high where everyone had an IQ of at least 150. They were the most unique and scary smart group of people I have ever encountered. Most went on to become remarkably accomplished and the rest went a bit nuts.
18. I am ridiculously picky about writing instruments.
19. I call myself a second impression maker. I do not make the best first impression and worry that I will not get a second shot.
20. Life without the arts is unimaginable to me.
I hereby tag the remarkable L. at Make a Mental Note.
OMG, Diane… You DON’T WEAR FOUNDATION?????? I think if I didn’t love you so much, I’d hate you.
I prefer the soft persimmons over the hard ones, and you could never live with me, as I love eating tunafish out of the can! hahah
xox
Comment by Angela — October 17, 2005 @ 8:16 pm
We seem to have a lot in common, as if you did not know that already. But I do love to drive, and of course, I love LA.
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Hugs!
Comment by mreenymo — October 18, 2005 @ 8:39 am
OMG, your #8 cracks me right up. And what an innovative way to keep the chatty commuters at bay! This is an excellent idea.
And a kiss from Martin Gore? Lucky. That is too cool, D.
Comment by Katie — October 19, 2005 @ 1:57 pm
Hey, I just heard it’s a special day for you: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Comment by Katie — October 19, 2005 @ 2:45 pm
Dear A, the soft ones taste good, but they can get so messy. I definitely love them firm but with slip.
About tuna fish and living together, no, we could because for you, I will make an exception. Just please don’t buy me lunch and grab two tuna fish sandwiches at the deli. My father–bless his soul–does this OVER and OVER again. And every time, I just go hungry.
Comment by alabasterbrow — October 21, 2005 @ 3:13 pm
Yes, R dear, we have lots in common. xoxo~~~
Comment by alabasterbrow — October 21, 2005 @ 3:15 pm
Dear K, I am afraid some commuters consider the emergence of Marx as an invitation to sidle up next to me.
Comment by alabasterbrow — October 21, 2005 @ 3:59 pm
Dear K, thank you so much!
Comment by alabasterbrow — October 21, 2005 @ 4:00 pm
hey there…where in Brooklyn did you start out? I was born and raised in Sheepshead Bay and have since shuttled between Manhattan and unfortunately, Wilmington, DE (for work!).
I, too, do not wear foundation…despite the fact that I write a blog about makeup. LOL.
Cheers,
Kristen
Comment by kristen — October 21, 2005 @ 6:55 pm
I always knew you were a brilliant individual, and your post only confirms what I already had a chance to understand. I cannot agree more with you on so many of these, especially #2, #3, #4, #7, #8, #12, #14, #15, #16, #20!
Comment by boisdejasmin — October 22, 2005 @ 9:26 pm
You make a wonderful first, second, third, etc. impression! If I hadn’t had the “piano teacher from hell” I would have kept up my lessons - another reqret (she used to rap your knuckles if you hit a wrong key). [Mental note to self; “Do not order tuna fish sandwich in D’s presence!]. In addition to all your stellar qualities you forgot to mention your exquisite taste in cinema, fashion, jewelry, fragrance, art (and that’s just scratching the surface!).
Hugs,
H
Comment by Halyna — October 23, 2005 @ 9:32 am
Welcome, Kristen! Sheepshead Bay here, too, although I was not born in the States.
Re: make-up, I know what you mean. I have streamlined my collection to some bare essentials. However, I do still enjoy looking for pink and red lip colors.
Comment by alabasterbrow — November 6, 2005 @ 11:39 am
Dear V, thank you for your sweet compliment! Coming from you, it is especially flattering. And may I add that I cannot wait for the day we both make #2 a reality. Marx-whipping-out train rides while we munch on our firm, yet slippery persimmons by day followed by cello concerts performed by Yo-Yo Ma himself at night. xoxo~~~
Comment by alabasterbrow — November 6, 2005 @ 11:53 am
Dear H, you are making me blush. Ahh… piano teachers. Mine trained in Germany and was very strict with supernaturally sensitive hearing. If my nails were just the slightest bit too long, they would make this barely audible clickity-clack noise against the ivory keys. He would promptly hand me nail clippers. I could not grow out my nails for the longest time and to this day, prefer them short.
Comment by alabasterbrow — November 6, 2005 @ 12:02 pm