Senior Year Rock

It’s the senior year quiz, via E. Lockhart, via Eric Luper.

1. Who was your best friend?
Satan. (Or at least, that’s how I refer to her now.)

2. What sports did you play?
I was a quitter senior year, but before that I was a cheerleader (& before that it was basketball and dance team). Gasp. Does academic team count as a sport? 

3. What kind of car did you drive?:
Some year maroon Grand Prix.

4. It’s Friday night, where were you?:
Probably in a parking lot, hanging out. Or driving around in circles. Possibly at the movies.

5. Were you a party animal?:
I can’t tell a lie: pretty much.

6. Were you considered a flirt?
I don’t think so.

7. Ever skip school?
Oh my, yes.

9. Were you a nerd?
I’m always a nerd, but in this sense probably not. I was more of an oddball.

10. Ever get suspended/expelled?
No — but I did do some time in detention. Since my mom was principal, this gave everyone great glee, the calling out of my name over the loudspeaker those mornings. I remember being in it once for cutting and there was this kid named Duke who had a boombox (which he couldn’t play in detention, natch) and the smelliest feet on Earth. Detention was presided over by our lecherous, idiot gym teacher, which upped the creep factor. The upside to detention was that I had chosen the classical music they played to torture its inhabitants, so I was less miserable than others.

11. Can you sing the Alma mater?
Not anymore.

12. Who was your favorite teacher?:
Billy Roy Farmer. English.

13. Favorite class?
AP English.

14. What was your school’s full name?:
Jackson County High School.

15. School mascot?:
The Generals, baby!

16. Did you go to Prom?
Yes, with Satan and six of our guy friends, most of who dumped their chicks so we could just do the fun group thing. This went over really well.

17. If you could go back and do it over, would you?
You know, never. But, that said, I grew up in a super-small town and always felt like those years were kind of free, in the sense that I knew the situation of high school utterly sucked. So I was into elaborate pranks and hijinks and entertaining myself. It could have been worse. But, no, I’d never volunteer to go back.

18. What do you remember most about graduation?
I read a poem I wrote for my friend Jamie, who died when we were sixteen. I remember her mom hugging me after the ceremony. (And after that, the only other clear thing is the after party, which got way dramatique.)

19. Favorite memory of your Senior Year?
The thing I remember most is driving into the parking lot every morning the last month blasting REM’s "It’s the End of the World As We Know It," and singing along.

20. Were you ever posted up on the senior wall?:
The senior wall? We didn’t have that. We had "the doors" — which were the gym doors — but we basically just stood next to them on days when we felt cool.

21. Did you have a job?
Nope.

22. Whom did you date?
Nobody, mostly.

23. Where did you go most often for lunch?:
The cafeteria, home of The Great Cracker Controversy. (This involved the salad bar, not race.)

24. Have you gained weight since then?
Thank god, yes. I was way too fit back then; all that sports.

25. What did you do after graduation?
Got a boyfriend. Went to college.

26. Who was your crush?
I can’t remember. Isn’t that sad? The pickings were slim.

27. When did you graduate?
1994. Oh yeah.

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Like the White Rabbit

I’m late, I’m incredibly busy, I’ll try to throw up a real post later on.

In the meantime, after reading two books back to back for review assignments that I would never have read otherwise, I am mucho happy to be reading Andrea Seigel’s To Feel Stuff. She gave her first "reading" in support of the book over the weekend, and there are pictures of the dancing. That’s right: she danced. And plans to do so again. (At Book Soup on Tuesday.)

Would we be constantly moaning about the fate of the written word if more writers shook their thang for the masses? I think not.

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New Verb Needed

Ben‘s Rosenbauming on slipsteam and topics relevant over at an old post of Jeff Ford’s. I particularly like this comment:

Most times, when a story makes us say "what the hell does that mean?" it doesn’t *work*. We aren’t drawn in, we don’t stay in the story. We withdraw. We are alienated from the *story*. The effect is dimmed, lessened, by unclarity.

It takes a master like Link to hold us so powerfully, that when we get to that unclarity, we stay with the *story* and are alienated from *the rest of life* — from ourselves. We are lost, bewildered.

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Grrrrrr

Just lost a huge-ish hangovers post full of mucho good stuff to an inexplicable Firefox restart. I may try and recreate tomorrow. (Whatever happened to that little "recover post" thingy in Typepad?)

Again: Grrrr.

In other news, we repositioned our desks (and somewhat recombobulated our kitchen!) according to the ancient mystical guidelines of Feng Shui. I feel more productive already.

Or I did before the post went poof. Grumble. Grumble.

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Making Mummies

Now that’s a crappy day job:

DALIAN, China — Tucked away in the back of this coastal city’s export-oriented manufacturing zone is a place that can only be described as a modern mummification factory.

Inside a series of unmarked buildings, hundreds of Chinese workers, some seated in assembly line formations, are cleaning, cutting, dissecting, preserving and re-engineering human corpses, preparing them for the international museum exhibition market.

“Pull the cover off; pull it off,” one Chinese manager says as a team of workers begin to lift a blanket from the head of a cadaver stored in a stainless steel container filled with formalin, a chemical preservative. “Let’s see the face; show the face.”

The mastermind behind this operation is Gunther von Hagens, a 61-year-old German scientist whose show, “Body Worlds,” has attracted 20 million people worldwide over the past decade and has taken in over $200 million by displaying preserved, skinless human corpses with their well-defined muscles and sinewy tissues.

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