1. Respond and rework: answer the questions on your blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your invention, add one more question of your own.
2. Tag eight other people.
What is your current obsession?
Edmund Crispin. An example, “Padmore uttered a single disclamatory vocable which would no doubt have blossomed into a full-length previous engagement if the Rector had given it the least chance.” Another, “[...] and the Botticelli, Fen saw at once, was an almost supernaturally talentless picture [...].” (Both from Glimpses of the Moon)
What are you wearing today?
My usual: long-sleeved t-shirt, denim skirt (also long), silk springtime bandit.
What’s for dinner?
Omlettes. My mom does the cooking when I’m at home, but we discussed this earlier today. There was left-over bacon to be dealt with.
What’s the last thing you bought?
Oh goodness. I think it was some used paperback detective stories. But that was a while ago. See answer above about being at home.
What are you listening to right now?
Larry the cat doing some serious laundry. (He’s got a dirty tummy, apparently.)
If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?
Only an hour? Hmm … I think I would go sit in my favorite café in Konstanz, the Café Adler, with a good friend. Maybe take a walk by the lake. And then eat some ice cream.
Which language do you want to learn?
Well, I would love to be really and truly native-speaker fluent in German. I get by, but that’s not the same. Or French. I’ve been stuck at the intermediate level for years and have developed a strangely Germanic accent. Finnish or Swedish would be awesome, too. Because they’re practical, obviously.
What do you love most about where you currently live?
What is your favorite colour?
I like bright colors. Just about any of them, as long as they’ve got some saturation.
What is your favorite piece of clothing in your own wardrobe?
I get excited when I get to wear my pink underpants. Does that count?
What were you doing ten years ago?
June 1999: just finished my first year of college. I was at home, probably not doing much of anything. Being from a depressed mill town has the (dis)advantage of limited summer employment opportunities.
Describe your personal style?
I’m with Blue Garter on this one: definitely Northwest Casual. Even though I don’t live in the Northwest anymore. I’ll admit it: nothing feels so much like home as wearing socks and Birkenstocks. It’s my favorite guilty pleasure.
If you had $300 now, what would you spend it on?
Some really hard-to-find British Golden Age detective fiction.
What are you going to do after this?
Work. I’m going to try and beef up those eight pages.
What are your favorite films?
Don’t laugh: Mannequin and Grosse Pointe Blank. I am not high brow.
What inspires you?
Color! In the academic world, I seem to be drawn to topics/areas/authors that are largely ignored or forgotten.
Your favourite books?
It depends. I love so many Golden Age detective fiction authors: Edmund Crispin, John Dickson Carr, Agatha Christie, Ngaio Marsh, Margery Allingham, Patricia Wentworth, Josephine Tey … and, and, and. I also really love a book I first read in middle school and recently rediscovered on my shelf at home: Hey World, Here I Am! by Jean Little. My academic life is mostly taken up with books I have to read, am supposed to read, or should be reading, but I do admire Elfriede Jelink and Ingeborg Bachmann; Rahel Varnhagen’s letters made me cry.
Do you collect anything?
I used to collect paper clips in high school. I have a big chain of them in a drawer somewhere. And yes, I was a big dork. Now, being a sophisticated grad student, I collect Golden Age British detective fiction with hideous paperback cover art.
What makes you follow a blog?
Hmmm … personality, I think. I like to get a sense of the person writing.
Do you like to comment on blogs or just lurk?
It depends. Usually, it takes an initial comment here before I feel comfortable taking the risk.
What’s one thing you dream of doing?
I’ve always wanted to teach English in Germany. I think secretly I want to be a German Hausfrau when I grow up.
What’s your favorite gulity-pleasure summer movie?
I love big, explosive, utterly craptastic thrillers/blockbusters/nonsensical trash. Nothing more fun than driving into the Hamilton AMC 24 multiplex on a summer evening for a couple hours of absolute cinematic garbage. Definitely one of my favorite Princeton memories.
I’m not going to tag anyone, but feel free to play along if you’d like!
Unfortunately, kidsilk haze, wonderful as it is, does not lend itself to knitting while reading. So thin and wispy, it just leads to disaster. So, as I’m at home to work, this hasn’t been getting tons of attention. Oh well. Needs must and all of that.
So yellow, it’s even bright on a grey northwest day.
So, I’m back at home. Trying to write. Writing. Catching up on some sleep and relaxation. And I don’t know why I’m compelled to write about being at home, but I am.
You see, I spent my high school years plotting my escape. Our guidance counselor told us not to worry about college: it was too expensive, took too long, and didn’t prepare you for any kind of job we could get. I went anyway. So did most of my friends. Because the only thing to do in town was leave.
Although not surprised, I was saddened to find out that my high school has the highest per capita drop-out rate in the state of Washington. We’re a pretty small town with two relatively small high schools. My alma mater is one of the 22 drop-out “factories” in the state. 40% of freshmen don’t graduate. This is not good.
I shouldn’t be lucky to have gotten out. But I am. And that is what I can never communicate to the majority of my students in the Ivy League. It makes me sad. That’s all.