Tagged

Gosh, zeebah tagged me! Okay, I'll play.

Rules:
1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

So... here goes. 8 random facts about me:

• My favorite meal would be old cheddar with Jacob's cream crackers, pickled onions, and a diet coke chaser.


• It takes me about a second to fall in love. Must be the Scorpio thing. I make up my mind straight away... It's the same way with my friends - I know right away how I feel.


• If they made a perfume that smelled like fixer (a darkroom chemical for you non-photo folks)... I'd buy it!


• I'm totally math-phobic. I'm really smart, but I panic when I have to add or subtract, and forget about percentages. One year I paid $3000 too much to the IRS because I totally messed up the math. I had to apply to get the $$ back at a later date.


• My favourite photos are the ones that make me hold my breath. My other favourites are the ones that make me laugh.


• I'm a twin. My sister is the person I love most in this world.


• The thing I value most in other people is kindness.


• I was a librarian for 10 years, which in 'catherine-years' was like 75 years. I became a librarian because I believed in the power of information to empower and transform individuals and communities. The reality is that librarians play all the usual power-games and libraries are desperately tied to the past. I'm still a little sad about that.

OK, I tag surlyspice, brooklyn bachelor, kate & jenny, shelly, deweydecimal...

Just back from a mini-trip to Dublin to take a class on lith printing with Tim Rudman. I really enjoyed it, both for what I learned, and for being able to hang out with a bunch of photographers for the day. I found a cheap way to get there and a cheap place to stay, which made the whole thing do-able.

Tim said something about how photographers spend their lives "hanging out over the chemicals, staring into the dark, and willing something to happen." That is *so* true, and applies to my Friday nights at the pub, as well. I stare at the object of my affection and will something to happen. No luck as of yet, but you'll be the first to know.

I was reminded of late night trips on a Brooklyn-bound "F" after a night at Print Space. I'd forgive you for thinking I was enjoying the scent of a hot woman, but it was the smell of fixer that lingered on my skin. I'd curl up in a corner seat, look at my box of prints, sniff my fingers, and grin like a lunatic.