Interview Meme

Go visit Mindy and ask her to send you five interview questions to answer on your blog. Its fun!

1. If you could only read one blog, which blog would it be? What a horrible choice! I guess, if I were limited to one, it might be WaiterRant. I adore his writing style - it is absolutely beautiful. His is one of those mondo-blogs that has gotten all wicked famous. I never leave a comment, and now I find myself missing a lot of his writing because my feed-reader doesn't pick up the site. But when I'm there, I am totally wowed.

What was the first blog you ever read? Mine was Real Live Preacher. I'd never even heard of blogs, but a friend told a friend who told me about him. I came, I read, I was hooked. Sort of a six-degrees of separation kind of a thing.

2. Sock sock, shoe shoe? or Sock shoe, sock shoe? It depends. Whatever the fancy strikes me. Sometimes its sock, sock, shoe, shoe. Sometimes its pant leg, sock, shoe, pant leg, sock, shoe. Sometimes its... I'm just wildly unpredictable that way. Living on the edge. Flirting with danger. Yessirreebob.

3. What has been the *photo that got away*? Wow. I originally thought this would be an easy question to answer, but now I'm drawing a blank. Two things I regret about my photographs in general: I never label them. One of these days I'm gonna be dead and gone and some poor soul, probably Katie, is going to be stuck with all these photos and no idea of what or where or when they are. I could kick myself for that. I've tried to rectify it. But nothing bores me more than trying to go back and label the durn things. The second one is not actually a regret, just something I want to do differently. I almost never take pictures of people. (I do photograph carnies, but that's a whole 'nuther story.) When I go on vacation there are tons of scenery shots, but no happy folks. I always feel a little bit embarrassed about photographing people, and I have no idea why. It feels sort of intrusive, I guess. I'm working to change that, because I really love portraits (especially candid ones) that tell a story. So, smile everybody!

4. If you could give me something nice (besides anti-paranoia meds) what would your gift to me be? Hmm... maybe a trip around the world. We'd go to all sorts of art museums and do our "15 Minutes of Culture" thing. Then we'd write a book, a la Sister Wendy, except our book would be horrifically misinformed yet terribly funny. Then we would parlay our rednecks-at-the-Louvre shtick into a long-running PBS series and we'd never make any money but we'd be nerdy icons, known the world over, and we'd make occasional appearances at County Fairs and Star Trek Conventions.

Which reminds me - the student art show at the Abraham Gallery only runs through the end of this week (I think). Which day are we gonna go? (We usually go during the lunch hour. Anyone else want to come and play?)

5. You are given the chance to earn $5,000,000.00 for one years work. The catch? You have to be a tour guide for the Precious Moments Museum and Factory and you have to be NICE and say NICE and POSITIVE things about Precious Moments for that entire year. You cannot utter not one bad or negative thing (or write it) Do you take the job or forfeit? Why or why not? You are such a bitch. I withdraw my offer of an around the world trip. You know I would totally take the job, certain that for that kind of moolah, I could keep my mouth shut. I would try really, really hard. I would keep telling myself that I could write all about it once I finished my year of purgatory. And then two days into it I would be caught drawing mustaches and leftist T-Shirt slogans on the murals with my happy Sharpie. By the third day, I would have hit someone. Then I would be unemployed and possibly incarcerated.

Thanks for ruining my life!