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somniesperus.
Past:
1) First grade teacher's name: Mrs. Buffaloe. (I may or may not be imagining that there's an E on the end.) She was older and kind of gruff, neither wonderful nor awful, but when I daydreamed through an entire class writing my first poem, she wrote it up and posted it on the wall instead of telling me I ought to be paying attention, thus sealing my fate, for good and for ill.
2) Last word you said: To someone else: "You." To myself (yes, I talk to myself): "Idea."
3) Last song you sang: Singing along with a CD in the car: "Angels We Have Heard On High" in French, which I don't speak ("les anj dance mm mm mm mm ..."), mumbling through the verse and making up harmonies with varying degrees of success on the glo-o-o-o-o-rias.
4) Last person you hugged: My kid. Now that they're almost four, I have to ask for any and all hugs and kisses, but they almost always say yes. I must have been touch-starved before I spawned. I can't imagine getting along without all this snuggling.
5) Last thing you laughed at: I was re-reading my quotes file and discovered this, fromlanning: "Wine goes straight to my apostrophes."
6) Last time you said 'I love you': To my husband last night on the verge of sleep.
7) Last time you cried: Oh lord. I'm at a hormonally suggestible phase of my cycle. I teared up in the car listening to that bahoo bores song from "How The Grinch Stole Christmas."
Present:
8) What's in your CD player: In the car, a homebrewed Christmas CD. The songs somehow got sorted into alphabetical order, which means you get Bing Crosby's "White Christmas," followed by the Boston Camerata doing "How Brightly Shines the Morning Star" in German, followed by a shape-note choir singing "Wondrous Love," followed by "You're A Mean One, Mister Grinch."
On the computer right at the moment, Marc Cohn's CD, checked out from the library. It's a little monotonous to listen to all at once, but song by song it's quite nice.
On the boom box in the kitchen, waiting for the next time I need cooking music: Mike and Peggy Seeger's "American Folk Songs For Christmas." Yes, I am rushing the season a bit; why do you ask?
9) What color socks are you wearing: Black with flecks of gray.
10) What's under your bed: Two plastic tubs of out-of-season clothes and two of those Space Bags of out-of-season bedding. And a really startling amount of dust and cat hair.
11) What time did you wake up today: 7:30, but I "hit the snooze button" (went to kidlet's bedroom and pointed to the clock and said, "Not until eight, please") and got to nap for another half-hour.
12) Current taste: Baskin-Robbins Mocha Blast. Some people won't buy ice cream drinks when it's snowing outside, but I am made of sterner stuff.
13) Current hair: Chin-length and curly, chestnut-brown with quite a bit of gray, mostly concentrated right over my left eye.
14) Current clothes: Black turtleneck (worn backwards because there's caulk on the front that I can't seem to get rid of). Gray wool cardigan. Denim leggings.
15) Current annoyance: You would think that a person who's unemployed, and whose husband takes care of childcare in the morning, and whose child is in school in the afternoon, would be able to write more than two or three paragraphs of a story in a day, would you not?
16) Current longing: I seem to have all the things I was longing for before I lost my job (more time, more solitude, less boredom, more writing time, less bullshit, no more writing about Photoshop layers for the four-thousandth time) ... I can't truly say I'm longing for another job right now ... Hm. I wouldn't mind a bigger house with more storage space, but really I seem to have everything I need except self-discipline.
17) Current desktop picture: OS X's swoopy pale-blue watery-looking thing.
18) Current worry: I'm finding this "sit around all day long and collect unemployment and write smut" thing entirely too easy. Am I going to be able to snap out of it when I need to?
19) Current hate: My sinuses. (Which takes us back to the "You would think ..." category -- you would think a person with bad allergies and lots of time on her hands would get around to dusting once in a while, wouldn't you?)
20) Story behind your LJ username: Why resonant8? It was my e-mail address for years before I started my LJ. I was on Yahoo mail at the time, and just plain Resonant was already taken, and 8 is such a pleasingly round and comforting number.
Why Resonant at all? Not sure. It came to me and it sounded nice, so I used it.
21) Current favorite article of clothing: I love this turtleneck even though I have to wear it backwards. It's hip-length and made out of heavier-than-usual cotton, and it's the perfect definition of cozy.
22) Favorite physical feature of the opposite sex: My favorite part of a man's body is the inward curve of a hipbone. Even on a hairy guy like the spouse, it's usually bare, and it looks like it's just made for me to fit my palm into.
23) Last CD that you bought: "New Britain: Roots of American Folksongs." I'm in a phase where I'm getting rid of about ten CDs for every one I buy, now that I have an MP3 player in the car and a CD burner on my computer.
24) Favorite place to be: Right here in the big chair in the living room.
25) Least favorite place: Waiting. Especially standing around waiting while kidlet is being poky.
26) Time you wake up in the morning: Between 7:30 and 8 when the Kidlet Alarm goes off. I remember being a night person, back before I spawned.
27) If you could play an instrument, what would it be: Classical guitar.
28) Favorite color: I like those mixey colors -- bluey green and bluey purple.
29) Do you believe in an afterlife: Yes. I don't have any firm idea of what it will be like, but I believe that we'll all go there, and it will feel like coming home, and we'll have a chance to make amends for the wrongs we've done.
30) How tall are you: 5'6''
31) Current favorite word/saying: For some reason, "pervy" is showing up in my vocabulary with increasing frequency.
32) Favorite book: The one I re-read most often is Samuel Delany's Babel-17.
33) Favorite season: Fall. Specifically the point that usually comes in mid-October here in the Midwest, when the humidity is low and temperatures are chilly and the sky is blindingly blue.
There's a nature preserve near my house. It's along the river bluff (the only hill in town), and it's filled with maples and with some other kind of tree that turns yellow in the fall. On a cool October day when leaf-fall is about half done, it's like walking in a sunbeam: gold underfoot, gold overhead.
34) One person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: Hm. Both Red, my high school best friend, and Barefoot, my first love, have recently re-opened e-mail contact, and I'm discovering that both of them bore me now. (Well, it's not so much that Red is boring; it's that if I answered her e-mail in an hour, I'd get back another one in thirty minutes. I don't even talk to my husband that much. Barefoot, on the other hand, only wants to talk about his boat.)
I'd like to have another wide-ranging half-asleep all-night conversation with my college roommate. One night we did free-association for literally about seven hours. I miss that.
35) Favorite day: I like Thursdays but I don't know why.
36) Where do you want to go: Scotland.
37) What is your career going to be like: Going to be? It's a third over. It's probably going to continue to involve writing nonfiction; I hope I'll never again get myself into a situation where I write about the same thing every day for ten years.
38) How many kids do you want: Just the one, thanks. (That one, on the other hand, thinks it would be lovely to have a baby sister and a baby brother. "You could grow them in your womb. I could help you take care of them. I'm a good helper.")
39) What kind of car will you have: I'm clearly too old to be taking this quiz. I'm on my third car, a green Saturn. I don't really care much about cars; if it's reliable and has a CD player, I'm happy.
Random:
40) Type a line you remember from any book: "For an I to kill a you, that is a very serious thing." (From Babel-17.)
41) A random lyric: Ding-dong! Verily the sky/is riv'n with angels singing! When I first sang that song in a church choir, one of the guys from the tenor section said, "What does 'riven' mean, anyway?" and I said, "Torn apart," and I watched as he took in the word, and applied it to angels, and his eyes got really big ...
42) Identify some things surrounding your computer: I'm in my living room. There's a fuzzy purple throw over the back of the chair that the cat likes to sit on. Unfortunately there's nothing at all with arm's reach -- we really need another end table -- but various odd things I can see include a small bongo drum, a dulcimer that none of us can play, a complete set of bakelite Pogo figures, a bottle of purple nail polish, and a toy llama which I fear may be made of real llama skin.
43) What's up: I need to get this place cleaned up before my parents come to visit in a couple of weeks. I need to finish "Transfigurations" before either (1) all my favorite plot points show up in other people's stories, or (2) it collapses under the weight of its own pretentiousness. I need to (but don't want to) go prospecting for some writing assignments to bring in some actual money. I've lost a library book somewhere in this house. And I may have achieved a world record for idly worrying while doing absolutely nothing.
edited 2020 to retroactively correct the kidlet's gender pronouns
somniesperus.Past:
1) First grade teacher's name: Mrs. Buffaloe. (I may or may not be imagining that there's an E on the end.) She was older and kind of gruff, neither wonderful nor awful, but when I daydreamed through an entire class writing my first poem, she wrote it up and posted it on the wall instead of telling me I ought to be paying attention, thus sealing my fate, for good and for ill.
2) Last word you said: To someone else: "You." To myself (yes, I talk to myself): "Idea."
3) Last song you sang: Singing along with a CD in the car: "Angels We Have Heard On High" in French, which I don't speak ("les anj dance mm mm mm mm ..."), mumbling through the verse and making up harmonies with varying degrees of success on the glo-o-o-o-o-rias.
4) Last person you hugged: My kid. Now that they're almost four, I have to ask for any and all hugs and kisses, but they almost always say yes. I must have been touch-starved before I spawned. I can't imagine getting along without all this snuggling.
5) Last thing you laughed at: I was re-reading my quotes file and discovered this, from
lanning: "Wine goes straight to my apostrophes."6) Last time you said 'I love you': To my husband last night on the verge of sleep.
7) Last time you cried: Oh lord. I'm at a hormonally suggestible phase of my cycle. I teared up in the car listening to that bahoo bores song from "How The Grinch Stole Christmas."
Present:
8) What's in your CD player: In the car, a homebrewed Christmas CD. The songs somehow got sorted into alphabetical order, which means you get Bing Crosby's "White Christmas," followed by the Boston Camerata doing "How Brightly Shines the Morning Star" in German, followed by a shape-note choir singing "Wondrous Love," followed by "You're A Mean One, Mister Grinch."
On the computer right at the moment, Marc Cohn's CD, checked out from the library. It's a little monotonous to listen to all at once, but song by song it's quite nice.
On the boom box in the kitchen, waiting for the next time I need cooking music: Mike and Peggy Seeger's "American Folk Songs For Christmas." Yes, I am rushing the season a bit; why do you ask?
9) What color socks are you wearing: Black with flecks of gray.
10) What's under your bed: Two plastic tubs of out-of-season clothes and two of those Space Bags of out-of-season bedding. And a really startling amount of dust and cat hair.
11) What time did you wake up today: 7:30, but I "hit the snooze button" (went to kidlet's bedroom and pointed to the clock and said, "Not until eight, please") and got to nap for another half-hour.
12) Current taste: Baskin-Robbins Mocha Blast. Some people won't buy ice cream drinks when it's snowing outside, but I am made of sterner stuff.
13) Current hair: Chin-length and curly, chestnut-brown with quite a bit of gray, mostly concentrated right over my left eye.
14) Current clothes: Black turtleneck (worn backwards because there's caulk on the front that I can't seem to get rid of). Gray wool cardigan. Denim leggings.
15) Current annoyance: You would think that a person who's unemployed, and whose husband takes care of childcare in the morning, and whose child is in school in the afternoon, would be able to write more than two or three paragraphs of a story in a day, would you not?
16) Current longing: I seem to have all the things I was longing for before I lost my job (more time, more solitude, less boredom, more writing time, less bullshit, no more writing about Photoshop layers for the four-thousandth time) ... I can't truly say I'm longing for another job right now ... Hm. I wouldn't mind a bigger house with more storage space, but really I seem to have everything I need except self-discipline.
17) Current desktop picture: OS X's swoopy pale-blue watery-looking thing.
18) Current worry: I'm finding this "sit around all day long and collect unemployment and write smut" thing entirely too easy. Am I going to be able to snap out of it when I need to?
19) Current hate: My sinuses. (Which takes us back to the "You would think ..." category -- you would think a person with bad allergies and lots of time on her hands would get around to dusting once in a while, wouldn't you?)
20) Story behind your LJ username: Why resonant8? It was my e-mail address for years before I started my LJ. I was on Yahoo mail at the time, and just plain Resonant was already taken, and 8 is such a pleasingly round and comforting number.
Why Resonant at all? Not sure. It came to me and it sounded nice, so I used it.
21) Current favorite article of clothing: I love this turtleneck even though I have to wear it backwards. It's hip-length and made out of heavier-than-usual cotton, and it's the perfect definition of cozy.
22) Favorite physical feature of the opposite sex: My favorite part of a man's body is the inward curve of a hipbone. Even on a hairy guy like the spouse, it's usually bare, and it looks like it's just made for me to fit my palm into.
23) Last CD that you bought: "New Britain: Roots of American Folksongs." I'm in a phase where I'm getting rid of about ten CDs for every one I buy, now that I have an MP3 player in the car and a CD burner on my computer.
24) Favorite place to be: Right here in the big chair in the living room.
25) Least favorite place: Waiting. Especially standing around waiting while kidlet is being poky.
26) Time you wake up in the morning: Between 7:30 and 8 when the Kidlet Alarm goes off. I remember being a night person, back before I spawned.
27) If you could play an instrument, what would it be: Classical guitar.
28) Favorite color: I like those mixey colors -- bluey green and bluey purple.
29) Do you believe in an afterlife: Yes. I don't have any firm idea of what it will be like, but I believe that we'll all go there, and it will feel like coming home, and we'll have a chance to make amends for the wrongs we've done.
30) How tall are you: 5'6''
31) Current favorite word/saying: For some reason, "pervy" is showing up in my vocabulary with increasing frequency.
32) Favorite book: The one I re-read most often is Samuel Delany's Babel-17.
33) Favorite season: Fall. Specifically the point that usually comes in mid-October here in the Midwest, when the humidity is low and temperatures are chilly and the sky is blindingly blue.
There's a nature preserve near my house. It's along the river bluff (the only hill in town), and it's filled with maples and with some other kind of tree that turns yellow in the fall. On a cool October day when leaf-fall is about half done, it's like walking in a sunbeam: gold underfoot, gold overhead.
34) One person from your past you wish you could go back and talk to: Hm. Both Red, my high school best friend, and Barefoot, my first love, have recently re-opened e-mail contact, and I'm discovering that both of them bore me now. (Well, it's not so much that Red is boring; it's that if I answered her e-mail in an hour, I'd get back another one in thirty minutes. I don't even talk to my husband that much. Barefoot, on the other hand, only wants to talk about his boat.)
I'd like to have another wide-ranging half-asleep all-night conversation with my college roommate. One night we did free-association for literally about seven hours. I miss that.
35) Favorite day: I like Thursdays but I don't know why.
36) Where do you want to go: Scotland.
37) What is your career going to be like: Going to be? It's a third over. It's probably going to continue to involve writing nonfiction; I hope I'll never again get myself into a situation where I write about the same thing every day for ten years.
38) How many kids do you want: Just the one, thanks. (That one, on the other hand, thinks it would be lovely to have a baby sister and a baby brother. "You could grow them in your womb. I could help you take care of them. I'm a good helper.")
39) What kind of car will you have: I'm clearly too old to be taking this quiz. I'm on my third car, a green Saturn. I don't really care much about cars; if it's reliable and has a CD player, I'm happy.
Random:
40) Type a line you remember from any book: "For an I to kill a you, that is a very serious thing." (From Babel-17.)
41) A random lyric: Ding-dong! Verily the sky/is riv'n with angels singing! When I first sang that song in a church choir, one of the guys from the tenor section said, "What does 'riven' mean, anyway?" and I said, "Torn apart," and I watched as he took in the word, and applied it to angels, and his eyes got really big ...
42) Identify some things surrounding your computer: I'm in my living room. There's a fuzzy purple throw over the back of the chair that the cat likes to sit on. Unfortunately there's nothing at all with arm's reach -- we really need another end table -- but various odd things I can see include a small bongo drum, a dulcimer that none of us can play, a complete set of bakelite Pogo figures, a bottle of purple nail polish, and a toy llama which I fear may be made of real llama skin.
43) What's up: I need to get this place cleaned up before my parents come to visit in a couple of weeks. I need to finish "Transfigurations" before either (1) all my favorite plot points show up in other people's stories, or (2) it collapses under the weight of its own pretentiousness. I need to (but don't want to) go prospecting for some writing assignments to bring in some actual money. I've lost a library book somewhere in this house. And I may have achieved a world record for idly worrying while doing absolutely nothing.
edited 2020 to retroactively correct the kidlet's gender pronouns
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Re: Your random lyric
Date: 12/18/02 01:44 pm (UTC)I have three versions of "Ding Dong! Merrily On High" in my music library -- one from the Christmas Revels, one from the King's College Choir, and my favorite, which is a treble choir plus Celtic instruments, from the Chieftains' "Bells of Dublin" CD.
Want to recommend songs/CDs?