Layer Meme

Seen everyone, most recently at Life of a Fool . . .


LAYER ONE:
* Name: Medusa
* Birthday: June
* Birthplace: Jersey
* Current location: Crowded American City
* Eye color: Blue
* Hair color: Blond
* Height: 5'4"
* Righty or lefty: Righty
* Zodiac sign: Cancer

LAYER TWO:
* Your heritage: Irish, French, Cherokee, Cheyenne
* The shoes you wore today: My fake Chloe boots
* Your weakness: Television, junk food, expensive trips to the salon
* Your fears: Boredom, failure, pity (being the object of), large concrete objects in water (yeah, no idea)
* Your perfect pizza: The #10 here
* Goals you’d like to achieve: The death drive is preventing me from answering this question.

LAYER THREE:
* Your most overused phrase on AIM: Yo or howdy
* Your first waking thoughts: Chihuahua
* Your best physical feature: Lips, body, the Medusa hair when it is in its full Medusa glory
* Your most missed memory: Can't recall. HA!

LAYER FOUR:
* Pepsi or Coke: Diet Coke
* McDonald’s or Burger King: When I ate fast food, which was mostly when I was a kid, McDonald's. I still occasionally indulge in some fries or a shake, especially when on a Chinatown bus, and I still prefer McDonald's.
* Single or group dates: Single
* Adidas or Nike: Asics
* Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Earl Grey
* Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla. I am one of those strange few people in the world who does not like the taste of chocolate.
* Cappuccino or coffee: Cappuccino, if available

LAYER FIVE:
* Smoke: Camel Lights with Johnny Depp, but only while lucid dreaming (as of July 2005)
* Cuss: Fuck yes. I suspected this was a Southern meme with the iced tea question. Now I know it is.
* Sing: Of course. Who doesn't sing?
* Take a shower everyday: Obv
* Do you think you’ve been in love: Absolutely
* Want to go to college: Usually
* Liked high school: "Like" is a strong word but my experience was far from horrible.
* Want to get married: Depends on the day you ask me
* Believe in yourself: Setting aside some very complicated notions of subjectivity . . .but of course!!
* Get motion sickness: No
* Think you’re attractive: Yes
* Think you’re a health freak: No, but I can become very obsessive about exercise when I have time to exercise.
* Get along with your parent(s): Yes
* Like thunderstorms: I love them. The Chalupa **hates** them, which has complicated my love of them.
* Play an instrument: None well, but: piano, guitar, cowbell, and for a short time in the 5th grade, a viola.

LAYER SIX: In the past month…
* Drank alcohol: Yes
* Smoked: No
* Done a drug: No
* Made out: Yes
* Gone on a date: Yes
* Gone to the mall: Yes
* Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No, though the Golden Oreo is manna from heaven.
* Eaten sushi: No
* Been on stage: Yes
* Been dumped: No
* Gone skating: No
* Made homemade cookies: Yes
* Gone skinny dipping: In my bathtub
* Dyed your hair: No
* Stolen Anything: Kisses

LAYER SEVEN: Ever…
* Played a game that required removal of clothing: Yes
* Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: Extremely
* Been caught “doing something”: Yes
* Been called a tease: Yes
* Gotten beaten up: Yes--in a street fight.
* Shoplifted: No
* Changed who you were to fit in: See complicated notions of subjectivity.

LAYER EIGHT:
* Age you hope to be married: Is layer eight the heteronormativity layer?
* Numbers and names of children: The Someone and I have about a dozen imaginary children, all of whom are taken care of by imaginary nannies. Some of them are: Blind Faith Biff and Bad Faith Biff (the twins), Fung Wah Baby, Fifty-One Cent, Morpheus and Neo and Trinity (the triplets), and Calamari
* Describe your dream wedding: This is annoying.
* How do you want to die: At my dream wedding
* Where you want to go to college: Wherever I am tenured
* What do you want to be when you grow up: Happy
* What country would you most like to visit: Czech Republic. I have had a strange and overwhelming desire to visit Prague for a while now.

LAYER NINE:
* Number of drugs taken illegally: I went to college in the 80s.
* Number of people I could trust with my life: At least six
* Number of CDs that I own: I have 2775 songs on my iPod.
* Number of piercings: Nine
* Number of tattoos: None. This is still somewhat unbelievable to me.
* Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Hmmm. . . good question. I have no idea.
* Number of scars on my body: Three small ones
* Number of things in my past that I regret: Five big ones--one involving a decision, one involving a responsibility, one involving a betrayal, one involving a refusal, and one involving a man. Beyond that, none.

p.s. and a return to poetry friday

p.s. Maggie May asked, regarding the poll, if there was something she had missed. No, I know nothing of the tenure decision yet. Just planning escape routes in the meantime. Thanks to everyone who did the poll! Votes can still be tallied and results are in the pie chart on the sidebar. Bartender/poet/novelist and Alpaca farmer are closely tied, so I figure I can raise llamas, write poems and novels, AND tend bar. The trick is figuring out how to do all four in Manhattan, my city of choice, though going pastoral is always an option.

Speaking of which, the lack of poetry around here on Fridays is a pitiful thing that needs to be remedied right now. Some Kit Marlowe for you and the lovely lovely The Someone--


The Passionate Shepherd to his Love

Come live with mee, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Vallies, groves, hills and fieldes,
Woods, or steepie mountaine yeeldes.

And wee will sit upon the Rocks,
Seeing the Sheepheards feede theyr flocks,
By shallow Rivers, to whose falls,
Melodious byrds sing Madrigalls.
And I will make thee beds of Roses,

And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle,
Imbroydred all with leaves of Mirtle.
A gowne made of the finest wooll,
Which from our pretty Lambes we pull,

Fayre lined slippers for the cold:
With buckles of the purest gold.
A belt of straw, and Ivie buds,
With Corall clasps and Amber studs,
And if these pleasures may thee move,

Come live with mee, and be my love.
The Sheepheards Swaines shall daunce and sing,
For thy delight each May-morning.
If these delights thy minde may move;
Then live with mee, and be my love.

A poll

Survey Results - GlowDay.com

All she wrote

I do know how to write a dramatic subject line, don't I? No, it's not all over in terms of the tenure stuff, my career, etc. Or if it is I do not know and will not know for many moons. I do know a pathologically narcissistic sociopath is involved, so, you know, I am not feeling as secure as one might (as if one might even feel secure under any circumstances during this process, as ozma tragi-hilariously describes here).

Anyway . . ."all she wrote" as in I am, as of this morning, done done done DONE writing (and sending) job applications. I am done done done DONE writing about myself and what I've done and why I am good at what I do and why I do what I do and why I want to do what I do and why I deserve to keep doing what I am doing and what makes me an ideal candidate for blah blah blah blah blah blah fuckity blah. Umpteen job letters on top of the 500-page portfolio? Yeah. All she wrote. Really not so much up for representing myself in grand and great detail for a good long time after this. A little of this type of writing is okay, even affirming. Months and months and pages and pages of it? Not so much. Done, I say.

Of course, this will make it indeed awkward if I do get a job interview, because I swear to god I might say something like, "Yes, well, normally I really would like to say a little bit more about my teaching style and the connections between my research and teaching and where my research is going, but would ya'll mind if we talked about something other than me? For instance, that Badiou. Non-universal universals? Interesting stuff, right? Or True Blood, that new vampire show on HBO? OOOH! Or Mad Men?!? How broody is that Jon Hamm? Right? Hey, are you on Facebook?".

Which reminds me, it is about that time of year for many of us to watch the brilliance that is this.

In which I continue to scrutinize myself using only the most current and accurate self-assessment tools

Your result for The Perception Personality Image Test...

HBDS - The Commander

Humanity, Background, Detail, and Shape

You perceive the world with particular attention to humanity. You focus on the hidden treasures of life (the background) and how that is affected by the details of life. You are also particularly drawn towards the shapes around you. Because of the value you place on humanity, you tend to seek out other people and get energized by being around others. You like to ponder ideas and imagine the many possibilities of your life without worrying about the details or specifics. You are highly focused on specific goals or tasks and find meaning in life by pursuing those goals. You prefer a structured environment within which to live and you like things to be predictable.

The Perception Personality Types:

Take The Perception Personality Image Test at HelloQuizzy

In which I start to do a bunch of old memes because I cannot talk about how an Idiot Wind if trying to blow me down

Your result for The Classic Dames Test...

Katharine Hepburn

You scored 19% grit, 24% wit, 38% flair, and 26% class!

You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women.

Find out what kind of classic leading man you'd make by taking the
Classic Leading Man Test.

Take The Classic Dames Test at HelloQuizzy

Tomorrow is a big day

Send Medusa the good vibes.

Woot Woot Woot Woot!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hell yes.

Medusa's losing it

Going up for tenure +
applying for 35 jobs +
teaching three jam-packed couress +
advising umpteen thousand majors +
writing umpteen hundred recommendations for students +
serving on multiple committees+
running a new lecture series+
writing a panel proposal for a major conference +
prepping for a friggin interview with the tenure committee (have you ever heard of such a thing? the 500-page binder wasn't enough?) +
a way overdue revise and resubmit gathering dust on my desk +
the collection I am editing

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= An exhausted stress ball called me

Tell me it's going to be okay.