Friday, November 16, 2007

Tag; I'm It

I come from a culture where tag was alternately a playground game and the word for day, largely inherent in the name of one or more of the newspapers by which my maternal grandparents were imbued with warm regards for socialist constructs and concepts (without being told that they were indeed socialist in nature) on which they had already arrived as a life style.

The playground game quickly became boring to me and I set my sights on something more goal oriented such as tether ball, dodge ball, an nine-ball.

The blogosphere seems an incredible and wonderful playground bring with possibilities for friendships, dialog, information, and for want of a better set of words, the experiences of art. Accordingly I have been tagged for play by John Eaton(see my list off to the right).

The rules of the game begin with consulting your cupboards against the presence of any, ugh, Ready-Mix Cornbread, evicting any margarine from your 'fridge, and sending your decaf coffee to the RNC. This is for starters. From there:

1. Link to the person’s blog who tagged you. (Which I had already done some time back.)
2. Post these rules on your blog. (Okay, here they are.)3. List seven random and/or weird facts about yourself.a--I most enjoy shaving when the beard is prepped with George Trumper's almond shaving cream, applied with a badger brush.
b--Revenge may well be a dish best served cold but for me, day-old pasta, not reheated and served cold is a lovely snack, ditto Japanese soba noodles.
c--Because of Barnaby Conrad, whom I did not know personally at the time (He has become one of my closest personal friends and I edit all his books) I spent some considerable time in my twenties, learning how to become a bullfighter. Fortunately, my twenties did not last long.
d--While most of my peers took Three Musketeer bars, Mars bars, and Peter Paul's Mounds bars into the Saturday afternoon film experience, I frequently took bottles of olives.
e--As a frequent patron of the now defunct Espresso Roma coffee shop on Coast Village Road, I finally connected the familiar-looking face of another regular with his name, H.R. Haldeman, former chief of staff of Richard Nixon. After a few days of eye contact, Haldeman approached my table, introduced himself (The H. was for Harry but he went by Bob for Robert) and said he'd been noticing my demeanor and decided he liked it.
f--The legendary musician/orchestra leader (and boyhood idol of mine) called me a son of a bitch before an audience of over three hundred people.
g--The creator of Batman and the creator of Peanuts within fifteen minutes of one another, offered to give me blurbs for a collection of short stories I was trying to market.
4. Tag seven random [?] people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
d--Lettuce Elizabeth
The Individual Voice

5. Let each person know that they have been tagged by posting a comment on their blog.



Zoe got a 50-large Gund Grant.
Way to go, Big Z!


John Eaton said...

Far out, Shelly. Badger brush, huh?

Very cool. :)

Smiler said...

I personally like the olives as a movie snack. Ha!

As for the tag, 'fraid not dear friend, since it was I who tagged John in the first place and I have since become immune to this particular strain of meme. But as I've been telling everyone lately, no worries, I wont be spreading viruses anymore should any come my way.

lowenkopf said...

John: The badger is mercifully no longer among the living.

Smiler: You may be immune as Smiler, but you're vulnerable as Ilana. The Worm Ouroboros, swallowing its own tail. Karma. Kismet. B'shert. Tofu.

Anonymous said...

I followed the cornbread crumb trail.

John Eaton said...

Alas, poor badger. We knew it, Shelly. These late portents in blade and brush portend . . . how sharper than a badger's teeth it is . . . a badger, a badger, my kingdom for . . . turn, badger-hound, turn.

Good night, sweet prince,

John :)