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This one is going around my friends' list and looks like fun.

I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

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 so and so...she likes spinach."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.

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I first learned "Hava Nagilah" as "Harvey and Sheila". ;)

I *love* Allan Sherman! My best friend when I was 8 had at least 2 records, and we listened to them all the time. "Harvey and Shiela" was a good one. The most known of his songs is "Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah."

It would be cool to hear those again...

I'm a jeweler and a new mom. I love being a mom.

I have a dog and three cats. And goldfish. I just started worm composting, and thinking of making it a minibusiness. I'd like to grow mushrooms, next to the worms.

I think people are cool, for the most part.

I'm exploring my spirituality more lately.

I am striving to become more organized, and am speeding up the process because of the future toddler.

I want to start painting again, and doing more art.

I also want to write.

I'm a good friend, but also a good enemy.

When I was in high school, I ate corn on the cob for breakfast most mornings. This was a compromise my mother and I worked out - I couldn't face a "real" breakfast; she refused to let me go to school without having eaten at least something. I discovered the joys of frozen corn on the cob and would pull one out of the freezer, stick it in the microwave and - voila - breakfast.

I've since learned the joys of a more "normal" breakfast, but I still can't face food until I've been awake for over an hour, so breakfast now gets eaten in my cube.

I had to memorize the first paragraph of the Shma in Hebrew and English and recite it to the third grade Hebrew school teacher, Mrs. Shutter. No one left her class not knowing that.

I have very little sense of self-denial. This often makes it difficult to accomplish things that require sacrifices.

I'm an Eagle Scout.

I spent 4 years in military college and 13 years in the Army Reserve.

In some respects I'm a nice, normal young professional, working as a systems analyst and programmer. I have off-brand ideas about politics, sexuality, gender, ethics... you name it, really. I find people as a concept totally fascinating, thus my Armchair Sociologist alter ego. Someday I hope to become independently wealthy so I can fund all the research projects I have stacked up. Singing has been important to me since I was a kid, but I'm still not clear on what ways I want to incorporate music into my life. I love to travel. Because of my LDR I am more familiar with the SFO -> PIT red-eye than I would like. Love cooking for people. Definitely want to go to more school, but not sure yet in what.

I had 2 extra molars that were extracted along with my wisdom teeth. They were mini teeth - so adorable (still have them)!

I have a rather poor sense of balance. I cannot walk down a flight of stairs of more than normal steepness without holding on to a bannister, high heels, even when I could wear them, were a challenge and I am utterly unable to ride a bike.

I'm still with my first boyfriend.

I've been going to the opera for so long that I don't remember my first one. That could have been an age factor though... 5 year olds don't remember opera titles.

I have three dollhouses.

I'm sorely addicted to carrot sticks. I eat about half a bag a day or more. This has been going on for two years. I've noticed that in more recent photos my skin has been taking on an orange-ish tint.

Uhoh.

i'm allergic to carrots and pumpkins.

- a Hare Krishna process

- a Mitzvah Mobile

- my first Pride Parade

- my first Opera (at Lincoln Center!)

was in Manhattan.

I was a huge New York Mets fan growing up. Back then, I dreamed about someday being a major league pitcher, though I never even played in little league.

Especially since you're the third person who's asked...

My step-mother is only 4-5 years older than I am.

I've only learned to eat berries in the last 7-8 years. Something about the squishy under the popping skin...

I'm a DES baby.

I love spinach. ;-) Especially Creamed spinach. I also like Cream chipped beef on Toast.

I'm a minister in the Universal Life Church, just so I can legally officiate when friends ask me to do things for them.

I adore Christmas Carols and Christmas movies. I always cry.

I also love sports movies, significantly more than I like watching sports. However, I also love watching ice hockey.

Oh, yum, creamed chipped beef on toast. With a side of beets. Seriously. (One of the few meals

jducoeur won't share with me.

Has ever been willing to eat that, and it's Elton. Must be love, eh? ;-)

I'm a minister in the Universal Life Church, just so I can legally officiate when friends ask me to do things for them.

So's my friend Baron Algernon (better known these days as Dr. Foo in Discordian circles). He got the license in order to perform the ceremony for Baron Steffan and Countess Elspeth, which I was best man for...

-- He Who Does Not Like Creamed Chipped Beef or Beets

I love to eat french fries with honey.

Yum that really sounds delicious. What kind of honey do you recommend?

Alex

I have a fascination with pre-revolutionary Russia and with the singing of Leo Roth (German cantor who made some brilliant recordings back in the '60s).

Alex

I have OCD, the most obvious symptom of which is counting. For example, I have to eat certain numbers of almonds at a time, or use a certain number of caps of detergent in my laundry, or put a certain number of ice cubes in my drink. If I run out of soda and the ice cubes haven't melted, but I still want more ice, I have to add a number of cubes that I like plus that add up to a total that I like. Sometimes I wonder how much time I'd have if I didn't have to count every damned thing...

I grew up in NYC and was a Mets fan (still am). I remember in the early 1970s, the Mets and Pirates would often hook up in critical late-season series. The Pirates had impressive hitters and position players: Roberto Clemente, Manny Sanguillen, Al Oliver, Willie Stargell (love the way he waved the bat), etc. Those were the days when the Mets had guys like Tom Seaver who sometimes had to throw shutouts and/or one-run games to beat teams like the Pirates.

My first real guitar was a 12-string.

I have been the maid of honor at three weddings.

I own a stethescope and a sphygmomanometer.

When I was about 12, I created my own alphabet, including characters for common letter combinations (like "th" or "ea") and common words. I think at last count it had over a hundred characters. I still use it--the "word" characters are good for shorthand when I'm taking notes, and it's great for really boring meetings because I can write out a shopping list or a really snarky comment even about the guy sitting next to me, and it's still completely private even in plain sight.

I like spinach (especially raw, in salad), and opera.

Oh, so I'm not the only person that does this... cool. I still use the character set I made up when I was a kid for writing down stuff I don't want read over my shoulder... never developed a shorthand per se though.

Let's see...

I played the Ghost of Christmas Past in Fourth Grade, in a classroom production. I wanted to be an actress for a long time after that.

I got the "toast award" at the crisis hotline I volunteered at. I handled a suicide call every shift for about three or four shifts running, which was unusual (we didn't get too many suicide calls). So, with the paperwork for #3 or #4, I also left a note saying "If I get 5 of these, do I get a free toaster?" I think I ended up with 5 in that run of interesting times. At the next volunteer party, the director presented me with a piece of toast, which she had carefully scraped a "5" into. You gotta love black humor.

My first play was in first grade, where I played a humble peasant who cured The King of compulsive rhyming by offering him an orange. I was in two different productions of A Christmas Carol while in Elementary School, once as Bob Cratchit and once as Scrooge. My senior year in High School, I played Victor Bey, famous movie producer reduced to a vacation on the refitted banana-republic gunboat "The Vengence" in hopes of escaping the pleas of actress Honey Hotchkiss to appear as Scarlett in my forthcoming "Gone With the Wind - Part II"

[Bonus points to anyone who can identify my senior class play without googling "Victor Bey" - which, disturbingly, will take you right to several reviews of school productions of the answer.]

I am fascinated by interstellar science and exploration. I used to want to be an astronomer until I couldn't figure out how they got paid. :-)

I played ninth-grade football. Some of what I teach for fencing melees comes from what I know as a lineman.

I eat oatmeal salted. Nothing else, just salt.

I have never been out of the USA.

I have a facility for languages.

My most fondest memories are of the Mornington Peninsula, 90 minutes from Melbourne.

I am remembering summer. It's the smell of sweat, salt and sand, walking among ti-tree. Ti-tree is a scrubby-barked, small leafed tree that is never more than 4 metres high. The colours are muted: greyish-brown and greyish-green. There is often the drone of blowflies.

We go to either the front beach[ie- the bay] or the back beach [Bass Strait] To get to the back beach we scrabble over sandhills. We swim in rock pools. I am told that 35 people have drowned there in the last 7 years, so we have to be *really* careful. No one except us ever seems to swim there. It's really at it's most dangerous when the tide is coming in and washing over the rock ledges, then you could easily get sucked under. (Australia lost a Prime Minister a kilometre up the coast in the year after I was born. Whoops.) The scrub near the beach is permanently windswept- the branches grow parallel to their own patch of ground.

The rockpools are beautiful. Truly beautiful.

I play a musical instrument regularly, but almost never listen to recordings of music.

That reminds me... when's the next publicly accessible (as in, not at a con or an SCA event) On The Mark concert? :)

I earned a living as a temp for just under 10 years. My current job is my first ever "direct employment", as we called it in the biz.

I've worked for something like 50 to 60 different businesses/organizations, spanning almost every sort you can imagine: big companies and little companies, conservative old banks and trendy young dot-coms, manufacturers and professional firms, retailers and utilities, mass transit and an employment agency, universities and starry-eyed non-profits, a hospital, a government, and a religion (yes!).

A

Umm ... some things about me that not everyone already knows.

My real name is David. Nobody calls me that except a few family members. When I was 10 - 13 I was in a class in a Jewish school with 9 Davids out of a few short of 30 students. All of us Davids had to be something else -- I got called Del and it stuck.

I am allergic to dog saliva. I can have dogs in the room with me but can't touch one (they lick themselves a lot), or have one lick me. My plan for 2004 is to get treated for that and hayfever in the one hit.

I have almost no sense of smell. Mostly due to the hayfever.

I had memorized Tom Lehrer's entire ouvre by the time I was 8 years old -- phonetically. It wasn't until fully ten years later that I actually understood most of the jokes in The Vatican Rag...

How did your parents react when you did some of the more colorful songs (e.g. "Old Dope Peddler" or "My Home Town")?

One of my favorite records when I was smallish was the Man Of La Mancha broadway soundtrack. I played it over & over, and learned all the words... and my mother was just mortified the day she heard me at the school bus stop singing to myself, "I was born in a ditch by a mother who left me there, naked and cold and too hungry to cry..." She didn't say anything to me about it at the time, but she laughs about it now...

How did your parents react when you did some of the more colorful songs

Actually, it's funny -- I don't remember singing most of that stuff when my parents were around, so I'm not sure they realized I was listening to those records. And the album I knew *really* well, and sang from most often, was TW3, which my relatively political mother probably would have approved of...

I wanted to be kidnapped by Lakota Sioux indians when I was a child. I was heartbroken when I figured out, around the age of 8, that there was no Lakota Sioux culture left in the sense that I was thinking of it, and even if there were, they were not likely to show up in Brooklyn.

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