Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Self Portrait: Introductions & 50 Things About Moi
Hi, my name is not LeLo, but it is my blog name.
I have something to tell you.
I don’t think I could tell you 100 things about myself. And if I did, wouldn’t it be boring? Let’s start with 50.
1. Today I’ve been in two states: Oregon and Washington. Sometimes I’m in more than two states a day. Last week I was in Washington DC. I’ll be there again next week.
2. I visit cuteoverload.com every day. The pictures make me happy, just like a little girl combing the hair on her toy kitty. And I’ve learned great words like snorggle.
3. I like to snorggle my puppy, Wink.
4. I have thousands of photos in my iPhoto. Thousands. I’m addicted to taking digital photos. I document my work, my dog, my garden, my vacations, my family, myself. I’ve incorporated it into my professional life.
5. I began playing piano at age 4. I haven’t played since January.
6. My favorite song in junior high was Blue Oyster Cult’s “I’m Burnin’ For You.” I’ll let you guess how old that makes me.
7. I’m married to a cop. Okay, we were married, but the state of Oregon deemed our marriage invalid and returned our money. We still have the marriage certificate and until they pry it from my cold, dead fingers they’re not going to get it back.
8. Did you know that getting married immediately grants you over 1,500 protections? We don’t get those.
9. Can you tell I’m still bitter about the last election?
10. My passion is gardening. I inherited it, even though as a child I vowed to never ever never ever never touch the dirty soil or grow things like tomatoes. My parental unit likes to laugh at that.
11. I have a sister who lives in Western Australia and a brother who lives in Texas.
12. We grew up in the suburbs of Southern California. Avocado trees in the front, lemon trees in the back. 15 minutes from the beach.
13. I moved to Portland because I won a radio contest. By accident.
14. I believe in fate.
15. I believe in the power of saying it loud and manifesting my destiny.
16. Sometimes that power scares me.
17. I’m horrible about remembering birthdays and special days.
18. I can be a flake: I overcommit myself and in the end, need my space. Alone.
19. I speak Spanglish on a daily basis.
20. I am a hardcore liberal and I work in the realm of social action, using creative process to connect on an emotional level to move people, spark change and create a better world. I know: what does that really mean? Sorry. I believe in separation of work and blog. Or I used to. If you're really that curious as to what I do for a living, you can visit my professional website here.
21. My partner is my best friend and is incredibly opposite of me: however, when we laugh together, there’s little that can stop us. We have fun together.
22. I’m a hopeless romantic using sarcasm as a weapon of self protection.
23. I’m really trying to not be an overly negative person, and to find good things in my daily life. With that said, I hate blogs that just bitch: about the city they live in, the organizations they disagree with, or what’s wrong with this world. If you hate so much, why don’t you do something about it and get involved? Get out from behind your soapbox and DO SOMETHING.
24. The old school old boy network drives me crazy: to see it within blogging astounds me. Blecht.
25. I’ve met some of the coolest people from blogging: you know who you are.
26. I’ve been to Canada, Mexico, Hong Kong, Bali and Western Australia. I’ve never been to me. ($5 to the first person who can name the artist of that god-forsaken song.)
27. My very first friend was Marchand Storch.
28. When I was a little girl I was mistaken as being one of the Mexican kids. That stayed with me, and haunted me my entire life. I didn’t know why, or what that meant. Today, I know the questions people have of my ethnicity are all over the place: it’s often assumed I am something. I’m not. That I know of. Just a white girl who often has places at the table with people of color who trust me. I’m lucky and I hold that carefully.
29. I thoroughly enjoy watching strangers who make assumptions about me or about my relationship with AdRi, and their squirming when they realize we are partners. “Yes, that’s correct. We just need one bed in our hotel room. One.” A personal favorite is the telemarketer asking for the man of the house, or if my husband is available. Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions. Remember, there’s an ASS in that word.
30. One of my first bosses excused himself from our first meeting stating he needed to go to the head. He was also the same boss who clearly articulated his greatest advice to me: K.I.S.S. Keep it simple, stupid. I don’t think I ever wrote that down.
31. The children in my family were all born 7 years apart, almost to the month: January, February, January. I come from planners.
32. I once thought I was going to be a piano teacher.
33. I once came home from high school and announced I was going to be a nun.
34. I once announced to my friends that I had decided to become single for the rest of my life.
35. I once was a seamstress in college. I sewed the bows on crotchless underwear. I was paid 5 cents a piece.
36. I graduated from what was once voted the #1 party school in the nation.
37. I have never been “skinny.”
38. I was a total paddlehead in college.
39. I was named after my grandfather who died when I was 6 months old.
40. I love to cook: especially from Rick Bayless cookbooks. Or from Cooking Light. Or from recipes I cut out in the Food Day section of The Oregonian.
41. I could be a better recycler.
42. I was once hired to teach English in Korea and at the last minute, I turned down the job. They still published my name and photo in their brochure for years, saying I was a teacher there.
43. In both 7th and 8th grades I won the John Phillip Sousa Award in band. Tenor saxophone.
44. My mom and I were members of the Chumash Tribe of the Indian Maidens, a mother daughter group through the YWCA. Our Indian names were Sunshine and Rainbow. I’ll let you guess which one I was.
45. I used to smoke a pack a day, and I quit cold turkey when I thought my mom had cancer. I think that was 5 years or so ago. I haven’t smoked since.
46. Form or function? I demand both.
47. Yes, I believe in no white shoes until after memorial day. I haven’t worn any yet but hope to soon. If it gets sunny again.
48. I know I need spirituality more in my life but I’m frozen in figuring out what that means: organized religion has made me mad.
49. I have always loved the color purple, and in junior high I was suspended for writing PURPLE RULES! in purple marker on the freshly painted lockers. My parents made me remove everything purple from my closet, including my purple Cherokee wedges and Chemin de Fer jeans, not giving them back for weeks. Or even months? I was so busted.
50. I take photos as a creative outlet and a form of exploration. I take photos of myself because I really don’t know what I look like.
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Seven gets me. The wastes of carbon wouldn't tolerate it if someone yanked the rug out from under *them* like that. How dare they talk about feeling threatened by us? We don't want to do that to them!
"Paddlehead"--as in rowing?
I laughed out loud at #49. You little rebel! Your parents' punishment sounds poetic--but for weeks? Wow.
You were posting as I was! Jinx! :-)
That song was from Charlene!
I'd like to hear about...
"I moved to Portland because I won a radio contest. By accident."
First off that picture is so sexiful, I'm going to copy it and blow it up.
I also want to know about the redio contest.
#28 I understand. Everyone always assumes that I am white, this has often worked to my advantage.
Now that's an f'ing post. I just learned so much about you, I feel confident that I could hold my own with you in The Newlywed Game. You'd be OK, too, as long as you assumed all of my answers would be "Chuck Norris."
crackerlilo-paddlehead as in rafter. Yes, my parents were both creative and strict. Interesting combo, huh?
shelly-looks like I owe you $5! well done! i will save the story of how i came to portland for another post, don't worry...
rigo–#28 is odd, isn't it? when someone ASSumes you're something, you end up hearing a whole other story you may not normally hear.
blog portland–i can't get the word WHOOPIE out of my mind now. That shall be the word of the day.
Wow I just learned 50 new cool things about you! I love your hair. Wink & the kitty are darling (saw them in a past post where they were hoping you would let them go outside).
Assume = ass out of you or me. How TRUE is that?
That's a real glam photo of you! Straight out of a '40s Film Noir. Maybe you need to make it your new avatar?
I think I love you. I mean, y'know, the way a straight married guy loves a woman he's never met but who thinks she'd be someone you'd definitely want to invite out for beers with "the guys." If going out for beers with the guys was something he did regularly. Or something. Like, if I was planning a party for people I've only met online, you'd be somewhere on the first 10 lines of the guest list.
Anyway, I like real people, and you seem like one of those. Thanks for sharing.
Yet, this is great stuff.
It reminds me that being human is a good thing.
That was quite the list! I know so much more about you now! :) I want to know about moving because of a radio contest to! That sounds interesting! :)
50? You amaze me.
Great list! Interesting to read even for a stranger.
I see "piano dualing" in our future. I played in bands since I was 15 but I have infinitely lost my touch, as of late. Do you have a REAL piano? (sigh.) Beautiful list. Beautiful girl!
I also demand form and function.
Great list. You're very interesting.
yo tambien, that is about the radio contest. I am also very good for spanglish!
I love that you admit you take pictures of yourself because you don't know what you look like.
So profound on so many levels.
Why a nun?
It's been ages since I've been to your blog. I know, bad blogger. But, I'm glad I re-discovered it.
The 50 list is great. Isn't it easy once you get the ball rolling?
When the telemarketer asks if my husband is available, I tell them he's busy doing the laundry.
You look different in every photo (which is only logically from an existential point-of-view), but I must say that the photo at the top of this entry is especially beautful!
:I've Never Been To Me" is by Charlene (evidently her last name is not of consequence!). Yes I am geek; I saw that on your list and had to find out! Thanks for the list and for slapping OPB and the New Hope Church upside their heads (was introduced to you on BlueOregon).
Great list. About 7 &8, I'm married and thank God every day that I live in Massachusetts. But if Mitt Romney gets elected, we're moving to Canada.
Hooray for positivity and reality and the frustrations and the joys and the whole mix of Being Alive.
I bet you could come up with another 50. Don't you think?
stumbled on your site via wacky mummy's and wanted to say - great to "meet" you. One of these days I will get it together and have a decent blog sorted out - am inspired! Though I may have to steal some of your 50 as there's quite a bit of me in there! :-)
Cool, I stumbled on your blog because of your recipe for um kumquat mojitos I think. Or was it the how to eat kumquats? LOL either way, I love them. And mojitos. And people ask me all the time what I am, too. And I don't even know anymore. I could be Brown yet somehow White. Or Cherokee. Or something else. Who knows? I love your 50 Things and I might just do one now, too.
I found your blog when I googled imaged "cedar fence".
You are awesome! I look forward to reading more while I am playing on the internet, er, I mean on a break from work.
Rock on, fellow Portlander!
Crangrats on being smoke free! I quit 1/16/2004 Im coming up on 5 yrs! I'd also like to hear about you moving here because you won a contest.
sewing bows on crotchless panties for 5 cents a piece... this is one of the best "about me" statements I have ever heard. I love it, and technically would love to hear an entire story revolving around how that came about and why it ended. haha.
Holy crap! I was in Indian Maidens too. *Nobody* I meet knows what that is.
Useless trivia to clutter the mind. Charlene was Charlene DUNCAN in 1976 and later in 1982 was Charlene OLIVER. I've just recently listened to her song, and read up on it. I suppose depending on your interpretation results in if you like it or not.
omg, on line 24 you wrote "blecht"...! Is this a made up word of yours? If so, omg, I have and use the same, or just about the same made up word: "bleh" *ha ha*. Thanks for making me smile.
You had purple Cherokee wedges?! I would wear those still today if I were so lucky ... Anyway – hi – I'm a friend of the lovely Rozanne and always see your comments there – the last one of which made me laugh so hard I had to come over (finally) and check you out. I like your 50 things! And ... um, guess that's it for now!
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