Friday, November 30, 2007

What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Midland
 

"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.

Philadelphia
 
The Inland North
 
The South
 
The Northeast
 
The West
 
Boston
 
North Central
 
What American accent do you have?
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Well, Since Someone Tagged Me, I Must Be "It"

I was tagged by Fluffy, so here are five random/weird facts about me. Unlike Fluffy, I have never done this before...

1. I never meant to be a teacher...or a librarian...and most definitely not a children's librarian. Really. I was supposed to get a PhD in History and been a professor or work at a museum. I had always worked at archives and historical libraries prior to my current (eight year) job. It's funny how our paths tend to digress...

My boyfriend says he imagines I'd do well with a white-glove-wearing profession and that he can't imagine me around a bunch of rowdy, messy kids.

2. I meditate every day, so as not to be driven insane by my (librarian) boss. I tried other things, like, say, throwing stuff. Sometimes she was in the room when I threw stuff.

For the record, she's still a nut-job -- I just don't let it bother me. I even have compassion for the fact that she's a tense, controlling person. Everyone should try meditation. Really.

3. I do yoga to prevent injury (in bed). Really. It's a good thing. My boyfriend would SO injure me. Thanks to yoga, I have balance in many different positions, and I'm pretty flexible.

He doesn't even know that I strike yoga poses all the time. I was just thinking the other day that, if he were in the back of my yoga class, he'd crack up at the familiarity of it all.

4. I can recognize a tenor sax in one note. (OK, perhaps two.) I never would have been able to do that, had I not been involved with a very good tenor sax player.

I played flute growing up, but I guess I always had more interest in watching _other_ people play instruments than playing one of my own.

5. There will be no Santa at my home this year. I'm doing Solstice with my kids instead. Finally, after years of not being Christian, I realized that doing Christmas was pretty silly.

We're going to the Shambhala center for Children's Day and then coming home for snacks and Solstice gifts. And, hey, my kids will know exactly where that loot came from...

The rules for this:

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.
2. Share 5 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.
3. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.
4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
5. Don’t break the chain!


I also don't have 5 people whose blogs I read AND who know who the hell I am. . .

Gimpadelic.
Fluffy.
Digiphile.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Wings? I Mean, Really...

Having just attended a Catholic funeral service last week, I can, with certainty say that I do not believe in the same afterlife as Christians. I don’t for a minute believe that there are beings with wings coming out of their shoulder blades waiting for us in some sort of pretty place in the clouds. I don’t think we work off our sin in Purgatory before we get there. And I definitely don’t believe that we have to be baptized, and therefore cleansed, from some kind of original sin. It’s actually quite astonishing to me that some people believe all of those things without question...

But it’s easy to state what I don’t believe, and a much more difficult thing to consider that which I do believe. I believe that something could happen after we die. After all, something happens each morning after we go to sleep – we wake up. Why couldn’t something similar happen after we die?

Perhaps what is most significant to me about my feelings with regard to an afterlife is the very uncertainty of saying, “Why not?” I wouldn’t place all my chips on something of which I was uncertain. Instead, I try as much as possible to involve myself in the “now.” And it sure as hell wouldn’t hurt to try and develop some good karma in the “now” while I’m here…

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

I've been wanting to paint a mandala for some time now...


and I finally did it.