We need a better word for "meme." It's not a good word, apologies to Dawkins. When
read, it looks like "me, me," which may be appropriate but isn't flattering. When
spoken aloud, it sounds like half a word (since it's based on the Greek
mimeme, I guess it is).
Besides, the blog version of a "meme" is not really a contagious idea. It's a chain
letter that's had the most irritating parts (the superstitious promise of good luck
coupled with a veiled threat of catastrophe) removed, replacing those with the
digital equivalent of a rapport-building exercise. That's not a meme, it's a
well-meaning pyramid scam. Maybe we could call it a 411-9? (Yeah, if we wanted to
restrict its audience to obscure wordplay.)
On the other hand, it's kind of clumsy to say "Lance
just hit me with a well-meaning pyramid scam:"
Here are the rules: Eight random facts or interesting lies about yourself. Send me
the link to your post when you're done. Tag 8 more people. Drop a comment on their
blog to let them know they've been tagged. Don't sit by your maibox waiting for
thank you notes from those you've tagged.
- I went to GMU with my Communication major declared from the start, but I didn't
really decide to become a writer until my third or fourth year. Before that, I wanted
to work for the Travel Channel. I thought I'd make a good host.
- It's not that I hate children. It's that I don't like people, and
children just embody most of the things I don't like about them.
- Belle made me take one of those Myers-Briggs personality tests a couple of weeks
back, and I came up INTJ. She had trouble understanding the introspective component
until she saw me at a work party a few days later, and whenever she glanced over I
was standing by myself--usually next to one of the food tables. Awkward and lurking,
- I played clarinet in middle school and high school band. I was a decent player,
but it was all thanks to my ear--I never really practiced. I think that might be the
first instrument that I was formally trained to play, that or piano. I still have the
clarinet, which was a decent wooden model instead of the usual resin-molded starter
instrument. I like keeping it, even if I don't play so well any more, because I grew
up in a house filled with instruments, and I'd like to have that myself. It feels
very inviting to me. Both my parents were brass players in college, and my dad worked
as an instrument repairman for a time. We had a bassoon hanging over the stairs in
our townhouse, which I thought was really cool.
- I am not a frakkin' cylon.
- Most people who know me know that I don't drink as a matter of habit. But I only
recently loosened up to the point where I'll use alcohol--usually white wine--for
cooking, even though the heat evaporates all the alcohol right out. It still kind of
gives me the creeps, but the flavors are rich enough that I can suppress those
feelings while I eat.
- I'm the youngest person in my division. I might be the youngest
person in my vice presidency. Luckily, I doubt that I am the youngest
person at the World Bank.
- I do think that European Nutella is better than the American, despite
to the contrary.
Do I even know eight people who will do something like this? Eight people
online, who are both willing to do it and know I'm alive? Let's find out.
Here's a tag for Wheat, Brinstar, Josh, Athenae (that's a long shot), Corvus (and/or Rachel), Dan, Orac, and Deacon.