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There's this meme-type thing where someone picks seven interests from your interests lists and you explain why they're there.

kalmn picked these for me:

camels:

I'm going to cut this one, because it is a slightly lengthy story.

( CAMELSCAMELSCAMELS! )

Oh yeah- and since then, I've realized I kind of have a thing for clever, stubborn animals (which certainly explains some of my ex-boyfriends), which includes, but is not limited to, goats and donkeys-who you may think are not clever, but when you live in a village with a whole bunch for a few months you are privy to all of their existential crises. Which is a story for another time.


down comforters:

I am a nester. I like to be cozy. I'm not sure there is a much deeper explanation than this.


I'm a cheap date, what can I say?


glow-in-the-dark stars:

Ever since I first saw these on a friend's ceiling in, say, middle school or so, I have coveted them.

I remember my first year of college when my roomate and I, about two weeks in, simultaneously discovered there were glow-in-the-dark stars in our room. It was a really good ice-breaking moment, and we laughed as we both exclaimed "hey, there's glow in the dark stars on our ceiling!" at the same time. We had both been really stressed, starting college and all (duh), and that moment diffused a lot of the tension.

There are still stars on the ceiling of my bedroom in what is now just my dad's house. I put them up there when I was about 19. He griped, saying they'd be a pain to paint over when they went to sell the house, but let me put them up because I had repainted my walls all by myself, without making him help. There are also still splotches of blue on the ceiling.

I still want glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling here at the 'Nidge.

The word "ceiling" starts to look really strange when you type it over and over.

liturgy:

I was raised in the Lutheran and Episcopalian traditions, and have come back to worship in those traditions as an adult. Although my foray into the Anabaptist churches has radically altered my theology (some, I suppose, would feel free to call me heretic, and I accept the label with pride), I feel at home worshipping anywhere, and in particular, still love the liturgy of the Lutheran and Episcopalian churches.

I suppose liturgy in general gives me a feeling of ritual, of being home and familiar. I love the music of the Lutheran liturgy- the Lutheran church has such a rich history of music in general- even the new one. Liturgy gives me a way of worshipping, even when I don't know what to say. While I love, in practice, the idea of things like Quaker worship, I'm a little terrified of participating in one because I would feel pressured to feel the spirit or something. This does not mean that liturgy is an easy out, though. Words and music, however familiar, however repetitive, however ancient, still have power, and I still do not say or sing parts of the liturgy I feel I have a problem with. Which, of course, may change from Sunday to Sunday- or even minute to minute.

I'm high-maintenence. I know.

moon on a stick:

Several years ago (I can't believe I've been on LJ long enough to say "several years ago" regarding any event related to it!) there was this weird movement- I have no idea where it started or how it got to me- to get as many people as possible to put "moon on a stick" in our interest lists to see if we could set some kind of record as to how many people put a single interest on their respective lists.

And if that sentence isn't run-on enough for you, I can try harder next time.

I know it didn't make it to number one. In fact, I have no recollection as to exactly where it ranked, at its peak. But I do remember it made it way higher than anyone thought it would. If anyone else has any memory of this, please tell me about it.

I've kept it on since, because really- who doesn't want the Moon on a Stick?


wandering aimlessly:

Dude. I'm really good at this. Really, really good.

One of the things I miss most about my Pre-Pain life was living on the far (far, far, far) North side of the city, and working on the Southwest side, which left all of that city to wander through on my way home from work. Not that I've wandered too far off the Red line, much, but I'd wander. I'd take pictures. I'd stop and have something to eat while doing the daily Tribune crossword. I'd meander home in time to fall into bed. It was lovely.

When I was in Palestine, I'd take my days off in the Old City of Jerusalem, and do the same thing. That's how I found my favorite pizza place in the Christian Quarter, and the falafel stand inside Damascus Gate.

I like to wander. And I haven't even read Tolkien. I know, shame on me. I'll get on it someday.


you:

Despite how isolated I've become in the last couple years, I really like people. I'm interested in people. I like to know what makes them tick, where they come from, what their stories are. I like to strike up conversations with strangers, just because I can.

Once on the el, some stranger on the other side of the car and I were the only ones who found a particular instance funny- a conversation we all were, uh, privileged to hear, a guy shouting as loudly as possible into his cell phone earpiece, something he said, but I don't remember what- and noticed the other person was laughing at the same thing, catching eyes and getting the joke. That was a really awesome moment. I have no idea who he was, what stop he got on at, which one he'd get off at (ooooh, prepositions!), but it was great.

Its one reason why I've kept my LJ all this time. I like to read about you, hear about you, know about you. I'm not actually very outgoing; in fact, I'm a long-time-documented introvert. I'm actually extremely shy. But I like people, a great deal.

So tell me about you!


I believe the rules are that if you leave a comment here saying you're interested in playing, I'll pick seven interests from your list, and you have to explain them.

Wanna play?