Please give a short bio of yourself for our
readers.
Instead of a play-by-play, I'll give ya random trivia:
I'm a 20-year old college girl and secretary-type in a
terrible southwestern town. I'm a music snob, an
extreme leftist, a malcontent, a pessimist, an
idealist. When I get drink, which is not too often, I
have a long history of dancing in public, thus
continually making a fool of myself. I sing along to
the terrible music they play in the grocery store. My
dad went to a Nirvana concert and refused to bring me
along, saying that I was too young. Though I've
thinned out and got contacts, I was the bookworm fat
girl with coke bottle glasses in elementary school.
Why did you choose this username?
Ah. The mystery, the intrigue.
Favorite Greek myth? Favorite cleaning product? You
decide. I really don't know. It was short, sweet,
strong, gender-ambiguous. It has a hypnotic ring to
it. You know.
Why do you keep a diary online?
As my grandma would say, it keeps me off the streets.
I'd say, "To entertain, inform, educate," but that
would be a big, fat, pretentious lie. Like I said in
my first entry, my true motivation was just to write
again, write in any form, and hopefully I'd start
dutifully keeping a paper journal. The online thing...
it's so very addictive. And the feedback, that I know
people read about my daily life... it's like crack.
How important do you think a layout is for a
web-based diary? Would you also comment on
yours?
I think it's fairly important... but it's of the
utmost to remember that a fabulous layout does not
good diary make. As far as my layout, I found an
ancient book on html; one insomnia-driven night, I
decided to get with the times and teach myself. I used
different snippets of Russian and German propaganda
for my toolbar, and experimented with different
colors... I've tried not to get too caught up in the
design rather than the content. I just hope it is
readable, really, and if people think it's pretty, all
the better. It's mostly hand-coded, so don't blame me
if it's terrible.
How important do you feel historical events
are?
In a broad sense, historical events are extremely
important. Especially times of crisis. People seem to
let go of their parlor politics and either go with
their gut or go with what they've been told all
along--it's interesting (and often terrifying) to see
who people really are, in this sense. It promotes
change. We can look back to past events, and if we can
remain critical of who tells the tale, we can really
learn a lot about our current situation. How's that
for a vague, eager-to-please answer?
What horrifies you?
Violence, in most forms. American cheese. This French
movie, Fat Girl, that I saw when I was in NYC.
Mullets, especially children with mullets. When people
really enjoy bad music, and not just for the camp or
the irony or the shock value. Spiders. Pictures of
Holocaust victims. Politics that are radically
misinformed, or political hypocrisy (especially
concerning the first amendment). When people use the
phrase, "Sh*ts and giggles."
You say you can't go home again? Why do you feel
that way?
I mean that in the Thomas Wolfe sense, of course--I
still will go back to visit my family and stuff. It's
just not my town anymore. I live an hour away from
where I grew up, but I feel like I've moved to a
different country in a different century; I feel like
a completely different person. Most of the places I
loved, most of the friends I loved are no longer
there. My family is different, too. Also, I see that
my home town is being homogenized by trying to cater
to tourism, and at the same time it's being taken over
by the same damn corporate stores as every other
American locale. All of this makes me unspeakably sad.
I feel like a crotchety old woman when I say these
things. Forgive me.
If Calgon could take you away, where would you want
to go?
Right now, I'd like to be in a TriBeCa loft writing
novels. Yes, that's as pretentious as it sounds. In
general, I'd like to be taken away to a world where
I'll never have to take college algebra, where the
bathtubs are bigger than swimming pools, where
fluorescent lights no longer exist, where I'm both
universally loved and universally loving, where I have
a wonderful singing voice, where the night time is a
beautiful blue color, where someone is always brushing
my hair and feeding me grapes, where I'll never have
to file or write another memo, where no one has to
worry about money. I'd settle for the
no-college-algebra thing, though.