Mm, alphabet soup.
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saxikathThis is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.
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colorwheel gave me the letter A.
1. Astronomy. I've been interested in astronomy since I was little. How little? I don't remember for sure, but my mother tells tales of me at age something less than ten, sitting in a restaurant explaining to her what Cepheid variables were. The group that met at the school district planetarium twice a week (hi,fizzixrat) was probably the highlight of my high school career. I discovered later that I didn't do very well at the physics side of things, and wound up studying the history of astronomy instead of doing the science myself -- but I still love the topic.
2. Audience. Even when I took my first steps, I waited, I'm told, till I had an audience. :) There's a magic in performing live in front of an audience that nothing else quite equals.
3. Architecture. I know very little about architecture as a field, but I love looking at buildings, especially from the inside, and seeing their "bones" and how they're put together.
4. Assumptions. I try not to make too many of them about people based on little information (though of course none of us can escape making some). And I hate it when people make unfounded assumptions about me.
5. Alleluia. Though my religious beliefs are rather muddy, I love religious music.
6. Arguments. I don't like them. I tend to avoid confrontation whenever possible. Probably too much, though I'm getting better about it. Discussions are good; arguments make me want to run away or hide.
7. Altitude. I'm still a Colorado kid at heart. I love high-altitude landscapes, even if my lungs aren't used to it anymore.
8. Attitude. So much of one's ability to deal with life depends on one's attitude. Mine isn't always as good as I'd like, but I try to keep it positive when I can. And every so often, it's good to walk down the street showing off a sassy one. :)
9. Alto. I've always gravitated toward music in the alto ranges. I sing alto, generally; I play alto recorder; I play viola. I much prefer the mellower mid-range sound to the higher range, though I do also love tenor instruments (cello, French horn, tenor sax), and swoon at a good basso voice.
10. Alone. A state I find myself in probably more often than is healthy. We all need alone time, but I should get more social time in.
In other news: orthopedist poked and pulled and pushed (and had a really brusque, not very helpful bedside manner), and said it's either an injury to the MCL (medial collateral ligament, the one that runs down the inside of the knee) or a tear in the meniscus. The former would heal on its own; the latter would need surgery. MRI is scheduled for early Friday morning to determine what the state of affairs is. (They had to get approval from my insurance company before they could schedule it.) In the meanwhile, I'm still in the immobilizer, but can lose the crutches. (I've switched to a cane, to keep some extra stability.)
One morning's anecdotal evidence suggests that Boston commuters are much less likely to give up a subway seat to someone with a cane than someone with crutches. On the first ride, one person did, but it took a while for anyone to offer; on the second ride, nobody even offered.
colorwheel gave me the letter A.1. Astronomy. I've been interested in astronomy since I was little. How little? I don't remember for sure, but my mother tells tales of me at age something less than ten, sitting in a restaurant explaining to her what Cepheid variables were. The group that met at the school district planetarium twice a week (hi,
fizzixrat) was probably the highlight of my high school career. I discovered later that I didn't do very well at the physics side of things, and wound up studying the history of astronomy instead of doing the science myself -- but I still love the topic.2. Audience. Even when I took my first steps, I waited, I'm told, till I had an audience. :) There's a magic in performing live in front of an audience that nothing else quite equals.
3. Architecture. I know very little about architecture as a field, but I love looking at buildings, especially from the inside, and seeing their "bones" and how they're put together.
4. Assumptions. I try not to make too many of them about people based on little information (though of course none of us can escape making some). And I hate it when people make unfounded assumptions about me.
5. Alleluia. Though my religious beliefs are rather muddy, I love religious music.
6. Arguments. I don't like them. I tend to avoid confrontation whenever possible. Probably too much, though I'm getting better about it. Discussions are good; arguments make me want to run away or hide.
7. Altitude. I'm still a Colorado kid at heart. I love high-altitude landscapes, even if my lungs aren't used to it anymore.
8. Attitude. So much of one's ability to deal with life depends on one's attitude. Mine isn't always as good as I'd like, but I try to keep it positive when I can. And every so often, it's good to walk down the street showing off a sassy one. :)
9. Alto. I've always gravitated toward music in the alto ranges. I sing alto, generally; I play alto recorder; I play viola. I much prefer the mellower mid-range sound to the higher range, though I do also love tenor instruments (cello, French horn, tenor sax), and swoon at a good basso voice.
10. Alone. A state I find myself in probably more often than is healthy. We all need alone time, but I should get more social time in.
In other news: orthopedist poked and pulled and pushed (and had a really brusque, not very helpful bedside manner), and said it's either an injury to the MCL (medial collateral ligament, the one that runs down the inside of the knee) or a tear in the meniscus. The former would heal on its own; the latter would need surgery. MRI is scheduled for early Friday morning to determine what the state of affairs is. (They had to get approval from my insurance company before they could schedule it.) In the meanwhile, I'm still in the immobilizer, but can lose the crutches. (I've switched to a cane, to keep some extra stability.)
One morning's anecdotal evidence suggests that Boston commuters are much less likely to give up a subway seat to someone with a cane than someone with crutches. On the first ride, one person did, but it took a while for anyone to offer; on the second ride, nobody even offered.
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Date: 2006-05-04 02:50 am (UTC)BTW, hope you get healed soon!
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