It's all the rage these days with the kids. It's the blog meme. And I just got tagged by Culture Snob.
I was kinda feeling pretty good. Sort of like being accepted as the new kid on the block. But as I note how many people have already got tagged by this particular meme, I'm thinking it's more like being picked last for the team ("Sigh, OK...We'll take Bob on our team...").
And yet, I'm still excited about it...
People who have been tagged are required to reveal eight facts about themselves and to post and obey the following rules:
- We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
- Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
- People who are tagged write their own blog post about their eight things and include these rules.
- At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and that they should read your blog.
Eight Facts About Me
- My wife is Indian and I am pasty white. When we were getting some test photos taken of both of us (by a friend who was going to be our wedding photographer), he couldn't get the lighting right - either I was a glowing ball of white or he had to reduce the light coming in so much that my wife's features were too dark.
- One of my dreams was to become a radio DJ (not for a mainstream station, but one that allowed me to play what I wanted). I've managed to get on to college radio twice - once when I appeared as an out-of-town guest on my cousin Nelson's radio show (I think I played Marillion and The Call) and once as a guest DJ for the entirety of my friend James' prog rock show a couple of years ago. In the second case, the station programmer was listening during my appearance and later questioned my friend as to why we were playing such "loud" music during a Sunday morning slot ( I chose bands like Djam Karet, Anekdoten, Happy Family and my beloved Hoven Droven). He and James didn't see eye to eye on how to program the show and so they agreed to part ways. James still hasn't forgiven me.
- I'm about to start coaching my son's soccer team for the third year in a row. Up until now, it's been like herding cats, but this year they are 7 years old and will likely need to learn some, uh what do you call 'em, skills.
- I still tear up a bit near the end of Finding Nemo when Marlin cradles his son Nemo and you see him flash back to when he was still a little egg with a crack in it.
- When I was 12, my family drove across Canada (Montreal to Vancouver) and then back home through the States. I sat in the middle of the back seat in our parents' new Ford Custom 500 between my older brother and sister. We camped every night for a month. I'm amazed I still talk to any of them.
- I regularly opine the loss of logical and critical thinking in debates. Similarly, I don't understand why many people seem to think that seeing the grey areas in an argument or idea is a sign of weakness. Things these days are tending to the black and white ("Either you're with us or agin us!").
- The phrase "Do-it yourself renovation" gives me the heebie-jeebies.
- Beer and diet coke are my two favourite beverages (edit: to be more specific - Big Rock Traditional Ale or Sierra Nevada Pale Ale).
And now the list of 8 people I'm going to tag next...Remember, I'm actually excited about this, so don't get upset with me.
- Alonzo at Acrentropy.
- Chet at Opening Shots.
- Chris at Exploding Kinetoscope.
- David at Roger Really.
- Karen at Cinecultist.
- Michael at Zigzigger.
- Ray at Flickhead.
- Thom at Film Of The Year.
Now I'm off to map out the next soccer practice. Hmmm, I think we'll start with the wind sprints...
I feel for you. I too am fish-belly white. My wife is part native american so she can tan very easily and my daughter is Chinese so she just looks at the son and gets darker.
I too am getting ready to teach my son's soccer team for the 3rd year this fall. He is 9. The herding cats thing doesn't go away.
And you're right about debate. There is no openness to it anymore. Everyone is just trying to prove the other an idiot. It's sad because we were once judged on our ability to have open conversations. Now you don't say a word about that idiot president we have.
Hey, don't give my friends any more amunition against me...
And not a word about your P.O.T.U.S. Except that our Prime Minister wishes he were just like him. Ugh.
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