





so, i thought i would slack off today and post a note that I had already written regarding "25 utterly fascinating things about
i realize that, like a blog, the idea that someone would read through 25 anecdotes about yours truly is rather self-indulgent, and, rest assured, i have no delusions of grandeur. if you haven't noticed, i hate capitalizing the pronoun "i", and the idea of beginning 25 sentences with that pronoun gives me chills. "i, me, mine."
so, here goes!
25 utterly fascinating things about me
2) when i go shopping, i have to touch everything in the store. several people have observed this habit. the items at tj maxx, thrift stores, and macy's suffer most from my compulsion. I am drawn to bright sparkly things, textural things, and things that remind me of those i already own.

my nickname is “magpie” because magpie birds are known for stealing sparkly bits and baubles for their nests. confession: i also have a weird habit of hiding items in stores. the compulsion to hide things seizes me in just about every shopping situation
3) from 1995 to say, 1998, i went through “my beatles obsession” phase. thank you to all of my patient friends for their support and minimal amount of teasing
i could tell i was over this phase when i lived next door to the beatles store in

4) i am an only child. when i was little, i used to beg for an older brother, not realizing that the sheer logistics of my mom giving birth to an older sibling would be quite impossible. around the age of 4, however, i realized that i had a good thing going on, so i stopped asking for a sibling and began to get really upset whenever the topic would arise. now that i am in my late twenties, i kinda wish i had a brother or sister for support and friendship, and i am jealous of those that have them.
5) i have webbed toes on both feet. my mom had the option of having them surgically separated when i was born, but she thought they were cute. i have never known any different, so it is not a big shocker every time i happen to glance down at my feet. when i was a kid, however, other kids used to make fun of me and call me “duck,” but that’s relatively innocuous in terms of nicknames that i have suffered…having webbed toes does not help me with swimming.
6) both my parents worked outside the home, so i grew up with a nanny, even though i never thought of her like that. her name is ada, and she still looks exactly the same at age 84 as i remember her from when i was 3 years old
7) i love being surrounded by fresh produce, but that doesn’t mean i eat enough fruits and vegetables. i think i just like the pretty colors and textures…i used to eat mushrooms from the produce aisle when i was little because i thought they were free samples.
8) i am somewhat of a hypochondriac, which has worsened since i got my degree in public health and have gotten violently ill on several international trips. sitting in my “tropical infectious diseases” course, i convinced myself that i had at some point contracted at least three of the intestinal helminthes…i have also been a long-time migraine sufferer, and the fear of having a brain tumor emerges with each headache.

15) i love watching period films. time period, not menstrual period…i adore the costumes, accents (when applicable), elaborate sets and props, and the idea that the events of the story really happened, even in fictional films. they are pure escapist bliss.
22) i love languages. i aspire to be able to communicate with everyone on the planet in their native tongues…at least to be able to say, “hello,” “thank you,” “i love your country,” and certain choice swearwords.25) i always try to make friends with strangers. this is a relatively recent phenomenon, as I am an introvert at heart. lately, i have found myself talking to cabbies, fellow grocery shoppers, gas station attendants, fellow airplane passengers, fellow obama-philes, as if we share a certain camaraderie/life history through our mutual love for honeycrisp apples, regular unleaded, etc. overall, this has been a rewarding experience, and i will probably continue my small-town banter as long as people continue to respond positively.


the fact that there is a useless national 'holiday' devoted to the behavior of groundhogs, also known as woodchucks, land beavers (hehe) or whistlepigs (wtf?), makes me proud to be an american, or, more appropriately, a wasp-american. think about it...would any other ethnic group besides white people dream up such a crazy reason to get up early and play with a rodent? and, furthermore, look at the 'official' groundhog celebrants, who are predominantly male, might i just add- since when did curly handlebar mustaches come back en vogue? where do these people come from, anyway? like the groundhogs, they emerge from their holes once a year for their 15 seconds of fame and groundhog glory. has the groundhog ever not been afraid of his shadow? i see this as a misogynist, mustachist, right-wing conspiracy meant to perpetuate the state of fear in america...
so, i watched the final episode of 'battlestar galactica season 4.0' last night, and i enjoyed it wholeheartedly. the sheer sci-fi ecstasy i experience when i watch this show begs the question, am i a sci-fi geek? have i always been one and not realized it? like the final five cylons who were unaware of their internal machinery until a switch turned on in their heads as the galactica passed through the mysterious nebula? ha. okay, that previous sentence just confirmed my booking on the nerd train...
including pregnancy. i have never been as 