Friday, October 05, 2007

8 things

I saw this on the Johnson blog, and Melissa was kind enough to think I might return to blogging (not like you chumps in the tower, or Jay who still hasn't noticed I post again)

So by now most of you are familiar:


Here are the rules:
- Each player starts with eight random facts about themselves.
- Those who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight facts and post these rules.
- At the end of the post, choose some people to get tagged and list their names.


So here are my 8 facts about myself:

1. My middle name is Dean, the same as my Dad. It is a Mennonite tradition, particularly among men, to reuse the name of a father or grandfather, often as a middle name. One of my great, great...grandfathers was Dietrich Dietrich Peters, they actually gave him the same name twice. There was also a Johann Johann Neufeld. Crazy Mennos.

2. I have become a homebody. I'm not sure what it is, maybe just a result of getting older, maybe it is the lack of walkable proximity to friends. Whatever it is, I find myself home alone on a Friday night, blogging.

3. I'm not very interested in going to Rome. This might not be a big thing, but in the insular world of architecture it is blasphemous. That's probably part of why I haven't made it, although I've been to Europe twice and haven't set foot in Italy. Give me the nordic countries any day.

4. I get really nervous about talking on the phone. In fact I hate it. Maybe it has to do with the lack of visual communication, not being able to read body language. Maybe I'm just neurotic.

5. My perception of domestic comfort was shaped by Woody Allen. If you are familiar with his films, you know the interior of a New York intellectual's apartment. When I saw the recent film The Squid and the Whale (not Woody Allen) I was struck by the interiors, they resonated somehow. The other night I watched Husbands and Wives (Woody Allen) and finally made the connection. The tattered rugs, overloaded bookshelves... I can't describe it properly, but it is the picture of comfort. Fortunately my perception of healthy relationships isn't based on Woody Allen...

6. Although that leads to the fact that I have not had a relationship in more years than you can count on one hand. Not that I am opposed, in fact I would really like to meet the right girl. I guess fact 6 is that I am reluctantly single.

7. If I won the lottery, I think I would go to a culinary school. I don't want to work in a restaurant, I just want to be a classically trained chef. It would make for fantastic dinner parties.

8. I don't really like cake. If I ever get married I want to have a wedding cobbler.

Oh, and I'm editing this later cause I remembered something else... I've eaten horse. Yeah, that's right, I said it. Go ahead and hate me if you want. It was in Stockholm, at a recreation of a 16th century meal, and they had horse sausage and headcheese, and I ate both. I've also eaten congealed duck blood and rice on a stick in Taiwan.

Now I'm supposed to tell other people to do this. Um, maybe Sarah Helen if she hasn't?

5 comments:

Leah said...

mmm... wedding cobbler...

Anonymous said...

Tom's cousin had wedding pie and it was a great change. I'm all for cobbler (even have an amazing recipe!).

Scott and Malisa Johnson said...

Ah, Justin. Good to have you back. Seriously when I read the last line of this post I can actually hear you.

And if we lived on the same coast I would be that annoying person always trying to set you up with my friends. But I do have some hot friends. :)

Kara DeFrias said...

> It would make
> for fantastic
> dinner parties.

Hey!!! I always liked the food you cooked for me. :-) Though, apparently, I'm never ever ever going to call you on the phone again.

edluv said...

sara has done it. you're so late to the game, albeit admittedly.

i enjoyed the squid and the whale (brian recommended it to me). heather didn't.

i'm not opposed to eating horse. you eat on. although, i will point out that in cali it's illegal to sell horse meat for consumption. i helped pass that law. rawk the vote byatches.