[Here goes something about me, a post from StalkFaceBook that I thought you guys would get a kick out of.]
1. I cut my own hair, most of the time. If that doesn’t happen then I’m perfectly fine with paying someone else to do it; it’s just the convenience of not having to schedule an appointment with anyone that’s the benefit more so than the styling itself.
2. I am a lefty. I have damn good penmanship. I can prove it.
3. I’m a logical mind with an artistic bent; you can compare me to someone who can play music but can’t read notes, or someone who speaks eloquently but can’t read. See that semicolon there? That’s kind of what I mean.
4. My favorite color is green, in its brighter shades. To me it signifies renewal, hope, and inspiration; it grounds the other colors by being dead center (think ROYGBIV). I find a calming balance with green that I can’t quite reconcile with the others, what with blue being overly free and orange being too passionate.
5. I started wearing glasses as soon as I moved to America. Every year my prescription gets worse, and if you know anything about stereo problems with the eye (I’m not talking about iPods here), then you know I might have severe macular degeneration by the time I’m fifty.
6. I have my own set of lucky numbers: 3, 8, 17, 19, 22, 24, and 27. If you ask me why I think the only reason I can tell you is mild OCD.
7. It’s 2009 and I can’t get a bag with just pineapple gummi bears (my favorite gummi bear flavor). What the eff.
8. Up until about 9th grade I used to always soap up first and then shampoo. One day I arbitrarily decided to shampoo then soap up. I’ve been doing that ever since, and I can’t ever really figure out why I made the switch. (Is it ironic that I know I can just flip it back to the old way any time I wanted?)
9. I’ve been mugged twice, once at knifepoint, both in the city of Berkeley, and both times dangerously close to my respective apartment. The first instance, I lost about $100. The second time, I punched the guy in the throat and ran like the wind.
10. In more than one circle of friends, I have the distinction of being the one who knows most about restaurants and eating out — i.e., the world of fine dining. It’s not that I’m really all that passionate about food, so to speak, but rather the experience that you sublimate with food. The events that go on in life while consuming delicious goods cannot and will not be overlooked. This is a fact.
11. I’m not sure if I want to have kids. If I do, the names are picked out: Nicholas or Alexander for a boy, and Sophia or Zoë for a girl. The meanings behind these names are the reasons why I did.
12. My personal devices all have names as well. My cameras, for example, are Hannah (Lomography SuperSampler), Diana (Lomography Diana F+), Persephone (Lomography Diana F+ Limited Edition), Brownie (Fuji Instax Mini Cheki 7S), Goldie (Lomography Pop9), Svetlana (Smena Symbol), Irina (LC-A+), Carl (Sony DSC-N1), Carl II (Sony DSC-W90), and Mitsuke (Ikimono 110).
13. There is a lot of space in my brain for useless trivia. (I don’t even consider this under that blanket term of “general knowledge” because some of it is just plain bogus.) This means, while playing along to Jeopardy!, I can come up with most of the answers just by rote. And Trivial Pursuit? Fuck that shit.
14. Despite having a lot of space in my brain for useless trivia (see #13), my brain seems to disconnect once it attempts to compute the following: playing two rhythms at once on the piano or the drum kit, sports statistics and trivia, lexical directions (I am a visual learner), and babies. Why babies? HAVE YOU SEEN ONE? It’s like a MINI-PERSON!!!!
15. I currently own 37 pairs of shoes.
16. The sides of my tongue begin to itch after I eat pineapple. This is the only case I’ve known where a food product has given me some sort of allergic reaction, albeit mild and non-threatening. Oddly I’m the only person in my family that is lactose tolerant and able to eat red meat.
17. I used to write poetry a lot, but now, reflecting on it, I wouldn’t really call it poetry as it really was writing verse. Poetry executes its beauty with syntax and precision; all I really wrote was stuff that rhymed (or if it didn’t, had good meter) tied with a plot. Verse tells stories; poetry has layers. I write much better verse. My sense of rhythm is immensely more profound than my command of syntax in English.
18. One of my most memorable college experiences was when one of my best friends told me this: “Miguel, if I were gay, I’d totally be into you.” (You know who you are.) At that very instant I felt truly accepted for who I am, and I had never been happier.
19. I’ve always lived in cities next to large bodies of water. Manila was next to the South China Sea, Anaheim was a quick freeway run to the beach, Berkeley was situated in the heart of San Francisco Bay, and New York City has two rivers running right through. If this trend continues I think it means I’ll be fine in London and Paris but horrible in Brasilia and Mexico City.
20. My clutch karaoke songs are, in ascending order: You and Me by Lifehouse, Complicated by Avril Lavigne, Sugar We’re Goin’ Down by Fall Out Boy, Fake Plastic Trees by Radiohead, and Cry Me a River by Justin Timberlake.
21. Two short-term goals include learning Japanese and playing the guitar. Any help in attaining either would be appreciated.
22. The most recurring dream I have is one where I fall into a plaza surrounded by my friends playing some sort of kickball or dodgeball, and then all of a sudden it shifts into an assassination scene because someone gets shot. The person who gets shot changes every time I dream about it, but the most disturbing fact is everyone’s been shot at least once and I always end up being framed for the murder.
23. I know how to cook, and I do it pretty well. My favorite things to cook are soups and stews; after that, I love making desserts. I know my way around a pastry kitchen after having helped out at Chez Panisse’s for a year. (Do you know what it’s like to come home smelling like chocolate and butter?)
24. As much as a proponent of organic, local, and sustainable food as I am, I need a trashy food fix every once in a while. This will usually involve some sort of soda, something microwavable, something that sat under a heat lamp, and/or a corporate logo. Will I admit to eating these foods? Yes. Will I divulge which establishments and products get my business? Never.
25. My sense of humor is extremely off-balance and inappropriate. My sincerest apologies to any faux pas I’ve committed, feelings I’ve inadvertently (or advertently) hurt, and sensibilities I’ve rattled. I’ve already accepted the fact that I’m going straight to hell. But sometimes you just gotta learn to laugh at yourself.
“My advice to those who think they have to take off their clothes to be a star is, once you’re boned, what’s left to create the illusion? Let em wonder. I never believed in giving them too much of me.”—
In one of those tumblr chats, an idea was born. Stranger Tuesday, we called it. The concept is simple; take a picture of a stranger or with a stranger and post it on your tumblr. And who knows, you might even have some interesting conversations. Please reblog this and help spread the word.
One member of the White House new-media team came to work on Tuesday, right after the swearing-in ceremony, only to discover that it was impossible to know which programs could be updated, or even which computers could be used for which purposes. The team members, accustomed to working on Macintoshes, found computers outfitted with six-year-old versions of Microsoft software. Laptops were scarce, assigned to only a few people in the West Wing. The team was left struggling to put closed captions on online videos.