Someone said to me recently, in conversation (not in response to my writing), "um, could you maybe use less big words in that sentence?" For a second I felt like a huge dork (apparently you can take the girl out of academia, but you can’t take the academia out of the girl- others will always recognize us by our pointy heads; by our propensity to use words like dialogic, habitus, Foucauldian, subjectivity, discourse, and post-modern/black/feminist/office; and for our insistence on believing that D&G stands for Deleuze & Guattari rather than Dolce & Gabbana ). In the next instance I thought "What The F*#k? I’ve spent years building this vocabulary, I'm hardly going to keep it locked inside my head", because, hey, I’ll be paying these student loans forever so I’m gonna damn well get some mileage out of this edu-ma-cation. Then in the next instance I got over myself, laughed out loud and proceeded to rephrase what I was trying to say. As a self-summary I hope this little scenario shows that although I’m highly educated and a have a bit of stubborn streak, I also have a sense of humor and am sensitive to others.
I work as a researcher for an arts organization (photography) and am a Trustee for a heritage organization, so I spend a lot of time wrestling with organizational politics and thinking about creative endeavors (sadly, mostly the creative pursuits of others, but I will get back into my own arts practice at some point. In the near future. Or so I like to think.)
I may be making myself sound more serious than I am. I do take what I do seriously, and can be intense rather than laid-back about the things I feel passionately about, but that is balanced with a healthy dose of play and an ability to be objective and reflexive about most, if not all, things.
Thinking about stuff and talking about stuff with other people who are interested in that same stuff, preferably with good food and drink to facilitate the conviviality.
Baking kick-ass banana bread when my bananas get way too brown to eat without pulling a face in reaction to the wrongness of their pasty texture.
I'm better at figuring out organizational problems than mathmatical problems, although I can organize, balance and maintain a budget. So, yeah, I'm literate and numerate, but I'll leave the calculus to you if it's all the same.
And contrary to the Personality Profile as suggested by the Staff Robot, I have impeccable manners...
Movies: Bladerunner, Heat, Ronin, School Daze, Amelie, Star Trek, Star Wars, Babe, The Professional, Rachel Getting Married, Paul, Mystery Men, The Ladykillers, All That Jazz
TV: Battlestar Galactica (2004 series), The Wire, True Blood, Grey's Anatomy, Mock the Week, The Muppet Show, Schoolhouse Rock
Music: Dave Brubeck, Tuck and Patti, Bjork, Nancy Wilson (both of them), Soundgarden, Alice in Chains, Hole, Van Halen, Rush, Miles Davis, Everything But the Girl, The Specials, Laura Love, Massive Attack, Steely Dan, Sweet Honey in the Rock, Girl Brothers, the O'Jays, Marvin Gaye, Al Green, Les Negresses Verts, Angelique Kidjo, lots of others, though I must admit that I am trapped in a bit of a time warp and am not too familiar with what the kids are listening to today...
Food: Eritrean is my favorite, then Indian and Thai. Japanese is good, but where can you get good sushi in London? I was definitely spoiled for choice when it came to sushi back home in Seattle. Cheese. Yum. And biscuits of any variety. Preferably with a nice cuppa for dunkin'.
2. Good friends
3. Common sense
4. Access to hot, running water
5. The ability to laugh at myself, and sometimes at others, when the need arises
6. Highlighter pens, red pens, black fine line gel writers, Sharpies
Why the religious right in my country are so cah-ray-zee and scuh-air-ree.
How the world can be so messed up and beautiful at the same time.
What I should have for dinner.
Friday isn't so special for me really, since everyday is a work day to some extent (that doesn't sound like much fun, but it's actually not too bad- I make my own schedule and part of my "work" is spending time in museums).
N.B. I am allergic to spelling mistakes, text-speak, one word messages, and arrogance; please check yourself before you wreck yourself. (And if you read this last line as passive aggressive, rather than as a truism couched in sarcasm with a hint of irony, then we are probably not a match).