I generally don’t do this

Memes. I hate them. They are like the blogosphere’s version of a chain letter, the creeping crud so to speak. Now the concept of memes, from an academic standpoint is quite interesting.

A meme is a cultural unit of information that gets transmitted from one person to another. Memes, like viruses propogate themselves. In the social science arena a meme can be thought of as tribal knowledge.

Internet Memes can also be cultural bits that are passed around like the warnings about deoderant causing breast cancer, or the laughing babies video… they become viral in that they are passed from one person to another.

In the blogosphere, a meme is propogated in much the same way a chain letter gets passed along– one blogger tagging another, often guilting them into participating. ;-0 and I hate it when someone tries to make me do anything….

But Martin was so pleased that he finally got tagged, a rite of passage he called, and then he tagged me, and I didn’t want to discourage him from playing on the internet, so here goes:

The Inquisition Meme

10 years ago
It was 1998 (Yeah! I can still do math –but I have to check my resume)
Ten years ago I was working as a computer consultant with my good friend. We had a consulting firm to help small businesses optimize their computer use: off-the-shelf software customization, contact management and accounting software deployment and custom database development.

5 things on To do list
1. Finish my You Like Play Chalk essay to turn into my Read and Critique group.
2.Pack a box. (I have goal of 1 box per weekend until I move)
3.Go through dresser drawer and discard items I no longer wear
4.Go to grocery store and make dinner (is that one or two ? they are related)
5.Help sister create a flyer advertising a Gyrokenisis workshop she has planned
6.Follow up on: estimate from movers, registration at University of New Mexico… hell, put together a list of everything I need to do.

yes I know that is more than 5 but I’m playing by my rules.

If I were a billionaire….I wouldn’t worry about paying for grad school! I would buy a house for cash for sure. I would get a massage once a week. I would travel all summer long…. I really want to go to Ireland. And Peru. Maybe a spa week at someplace like Rancho La Puerta. And a dude ranch. Maybe a yoga retreat in Costa Rica. Oh, and Alaska… and the Sea of Cortez to see the whales. Better make a list just in case I become a billionaire.

I would set aside at least 10 percent for charitable causes. Of course I would give money to public radio, and cancer research. Maybe start a scholarship or grant fund for writers.

3 bad habits
Only three! Hah! OK well, I quit smoking so that can come off the list.

1. I don’t exercise. Which technically isn’t a habit. Exercising would be a habit. NOT exercising is just plain lazy.
2. I pick at my cuticles.
3. I procrastinate… terribly, waiting until the last minute to do almost everything. I’m sure I’ll be up packing all night the night before I move… for example. But I’ll surely have a list about it. (is that bad habit number 4?)

5 places I’ve lived
More than five places, again, my blog, my rules. In order:

Long Beach, Calif.
Alameda, Calif.
Long Beach Again
San Diego, Calif
Aiea, Hawaii (near Honolulu)
Vienna, Va (a suburb of Washington DC)
Del Mar, Calif (a suburb of San Diego)
San Diego, Calif
Morelia, Michoacan Mexico (only for a summer, but I’m counting it anyway)
La Mesa, Calif. (a suburb of San Diego)
San Diego, Calif
Chicago, IL
Solana Beach, Calif (a suburb of San Diego)
Leucadia, Calif (a suburb of San Diego)
Del Mar, Calif
Solana Beach, Calif
…. Albuquerque, NM (beginning July 2008)

5 jobs I’ve had
Airline ticket delivery girl
(for you younguns, this was before the internet and email and electronic boarding passes)

Gift Shop Clerk/Birthday Hostess and sometimes Rat at Chuck E. Cheese’s Pizza Time Theater. Those character costumes are disgusting inside. Hot and your breath condenses on the inside of the mask, like everyone else’s before you… ew.

Secretary (I type 80 words per minute and paid my way through college working for a CPA)

Program Coordinator, International Visitors Council of San Diego

Director of Marketing and New Media

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That’s it. If you comment, consider yourself tagged.

There were broken dishes…

I saw this meme on a fellow bloggers blog. Grab the closest book. Go to page 123, and copy the fifth sentence. And the following three.

From Linda Hogan’s The Woman Who Watches Over the World (my new favorite book):

There were broken dishes I remembered, lying on the ground alongside other discarded, burned, or otherwise broken goods. An instant iced tea jar still contained brown crystals of tea. I picked up a chip from one of the dishes and put it in my pocket along with the plant fossils from the “tankque,” our name for the man-made waterhole. I carried away mementos not only for the memory and connection, but as if these things would prove my life, my tribe, my worth.

And so I ask, what do you carry to prove your life, your tribe, your worth?