I have been “tigged!” What is that you ask? Basically, it’s a blog version of the old email list of questions you answer and forward to others. I like the net-community I’m getting to know — both the new blogs I’m following and that folks are following mine!
Thank you, Clare Flourish, for the “tig” — you are like our blog “connector” from Gladwell’s The Tipping Point. 🙂
Here are the rules I am to follow:
- Post the rules.
- Answer the questions the tagger asked in their post.
- Create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
- Tag eleven people with a link to your post.
- Let them know they’ve been tagged!
In the post in which Clare has “tigged” me, she lays out “only three (new) questions. Rules is rules, but well, sue me, she says.” Ha!
- Tell me something I don’t know.
- Tell me who you are.
- Tell me what you love.
Here are my attempts to answer:
1. Something you don’t know? Try this:
Because amoebae reproduce by division, endlessly, passing everything on yet giving up nothing, the first amoebae that ever lived is still alive. Whether four billion years old or merely three hundred, he/she is with us today.
Well, the first amoeba may be floating on his/her back in a luxurious pool in Hollywood, California. The first amoeba may be hiding among the cattail roots and peepers in the muddy shallows of Siwash Lake. The first amoeba may recently have dripped down your leg. It is pointless to speculate.
The first amoeba, like the last and the one after that, is here, there and everywhere, for its vehicle, its medium, its essence is water.
Water–the ace of elements. Water dives from the clouds without a parachute, wings or safety net. Water runs over the steepest precipice and blinks not a lash. Water is buried and rises again; water walks on fire and fire gets the blisters. Stylishly composed in any situation–solid, gas or liquid–speaking in penetrating dialects understood by all things–animal, vegetable or mineral–water travels intrepidly through four dimensions, sustaining (Kick a lettuce in the field and it will yell “Water!”), destroying (The Dutch boy’s finger remembered the view from Ararat) and creating (It have even been said that human beings were invented by water as a device for transporting itself from one place to another, but that’s another story). Always in motion, ever-flowing (whether at steam rate or glacier speed), rhythmic, dynamic, ubiquitous, changing and working its changes, a mathematics turned wrong side out, a philosophy in reverse, the ongoing odyssey of water is virtually irresistible. And wherever water goes, amoebae go along for the ride…
If you do know that quote from Tom Robbins (and forgive me if I allowed you to think, for even a moment, that I wrote it!), let me try again: I always thought I was born in the wrong era, that I should have been coming of age in the 60’s. Then again, I’m not sure I would have survived.
2. Who am I? A girl whose very first crush was on Speed Racer, and who, after much thought, realizes she doesn’t know how to answer this question in brief. I might point you to here for a brief introduction, or to here for who I am/not.
3. What do I love? Music. Blues, jazz, funk, dreamy, folk, soul, classical. Always the kind of music with just the right lyrics to sing along. And especially playing dj. (I have no rap or rhythm, but I love to find and play just the right song.)
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Here, in turn, are my questions. Even though 11 is my favorite number, I too like three:
Fight or flight? Explain.
Do you believe in aliens? Why or why not?
What fictional character you’ve “met” most feels like an old friend?
To play, I tig Meghan, Ben, Sandy, Beth, and again Clare. (There was no rule about tigging back!) If any of you feel moved to play, the field is open with no expectations! If anyone else reading this would like to be tigged, consider yourself tigged.