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"Resumeme" *

 

Because I'm sure just sooo many people care (and because my vanity site has nothing else to recommend itself). This all may frequently change as I remember things.

 

"Resumeme": my own portmanteau combining "resumé" with "meme"
pronounced: "reh-zoo-meem"

                   
Definitions:
►Resumé: [1] curriculam vitae (Latin: accounting of one's life), [2] a written summation of skills and accomplishments as preparation for potential employment or career.
► Meme: a unit of cultural information, such as a practice or idea, that is transmitted verbally or by repeated action from one mind to another [shortening of "mimeme" from Greek "mimema", something imitated, from "mimeisthai", to imitate]. (And of course there's the net usage - various circulating questionnaires that are practically chain letters. It still means the same thing, doesn't it? We share ourselves with the world in some fashion.)

Now on with the "important stuff"...
(warning - opinionated and rambling and possibly offensive crap)

WHO	Well... Smart people usually don't give out their real names on the web, in case current or future employers find their websites and decide something in it is so offensive that you aren't worth having in their employ at all (a practice that should absolutely NOT be legal for them to do.) But I'm unable to work in a normal environment anyway, so I guess it's sort of a moot point. That said, I've already put my name boldly on my work, even the truly "offensive" stuff. My real name is on some things while various pseudonyms are used on many other things. I've had quite a few of those, but that's covered in "My Online Personae", which you can find linked on the main page.
WHEN	August. Leo. Big fuzzy mane-like hair. Craving that little pinpoint of sunny spotlight I've been able to cling to, and all. Thus this vanity site and the many other places I've burrowed into across the web. 1964. The Year of the Wood Dragon. Be more interesting if it was the Year of the Wailing Fungus or something. Yeah, I'm old, okay?
WHERE	USA. Originally Alabama *shudder* but escaped to Illinois *sigh* in 1989. Hoping to escape completely to England, where I will live in a cottage in the countryside, gazing upon ancient ruins, enjoying the accents of the denizens, and having high tea even though that's not in practice anymore. My only trip out of this country was to England, and being on that ground was the first time I ever felt at home.
WHAT (in no order)	► Appearance. That gets covered in various spots on this website. Dig around if you're that interested. I'll only say this: "Yes, damn it, that is my natural hair." Sick of people asking. ► Artist & writer. I usually feel I am quite bad at both, thanks to exceptionally low self-esteem. Yet I persist. Apparently some people like my work, which never fails to shock me. ► Married to a Saint. Really. I'd (hypothetically) convert to Catholicism if I thought it would get him an official title. He's the only thing that's kept me alive the last 12 years. ► Unrepentant biblioholic. Between myself and my husband (raised by a librarian), we own more books than we have space to put them and would add rooms onto a house in order to fill them with more. ► Researcher. If a topic arouses, then I must know it intimately, lick it top to bottom with my mind. And yet, with all that knowledge, it's spread so thin and wide that I specialise in virtually nothing and therefore haven't anything solid or truly useful to give the world. Thus my vanity site. Ah well. ► Seriously cat-owned-by. I've been owned by five total, three of which have since left this world for one they assure me is much nicer. The other two remind me daily of my lack of proper worship, even though they are unbelievably spoiled. ► Schizoaffective bipolar. Which explains a crap-load. Genetic, and not in the "my family makes me crazy" sort of way (we're brimming with bipolarity, schizophrenia, depression, and other unknown diagnoses). I'm personally on tons of drugs (prescribed), I've submitted to mad scientist-variety treatments, and I'm still not sure anything really works entirely. Sometimes the disorder gives me joyous inspiration, sometimes it all but negates me, body and soul. I display a little of both extremes all over this website. ► Quantist, Universalist, Ineffabilitist? I'm not sure what the hell to call myself because nothing fits my beliefs into a neat category. I do think the universe is fractal, and that we can only hope to visit most of it with our brains. Since people supposedly only use 10% of their minds anyway, that remaining 90% ought to be able to communicate with deities and muses, angels and demons, alternate-dimensional and so-called-fictional people, et cetera. It may be mostly the schizoaffective aspect of my bipolarity talking, but I've been doing just that since I was a toddler. "Imaginary friends" is a misnomer. If they're friends, they're real enough. Oh, and of course all gods exist. Why should only one faith be correct?
HOW	Repeat, ad lib, and fade, I suppose. I can imagine results in great detail and sometimes they do happen. Probably due to fate or destiny and therefore whatever I'm doing makes no difference. Unless I was supposed to have done those things anyway. Problem is, I also imagine the absolute worst things that could possibly happen, which upset me greatly but this seems to keep them from actually happening to me. I'm probably creating some tiny pocket dimension and letting that version of me suffer the horrible possibilities, and then letting the dimension collapse on itself. Makes me feel a bit guilty.
WHY	I do hope it's all for a damned good reason, or I've wasted a lot of people's time and considerable natural and monetary resources, and breathing air and so on. Not to mention web space. Though, again, I must exist for some reason due to the fact of Saint Husband being in my life.
MISCELLANY	► I love grass and trees and flowers and digging in the dirt with my hands. ► I miss eating cheese, esp. cheddar, since becoming lactose intolerant. ► Pumpkin pie is the most perfect food ever created by humankind... ► ... and warm cinnamon tea with milk (soy) is the most perfect beverage. ► Etymology turns me on, physically. ► ... So do office supply stores. ► Regardless of where I live or die, I want my ashes spread in England. ► "Too many books" is an urban legend. ► I have a fetish for jugglers. I drool when I see them. ► I hate ants. I mean, really hate them. ► For the 4 1/2 years I worked in a cell phone factory, I never owned a cell phone. ► Since the election season of 2008 began, I have been all but glued to cable news. Some people have football or baseball or whatever. Politics has become my sport of choice, and it's draining keeping up. More to be added, I'm sure...
IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS:	Why only a million? Let's go crazy and say ten million. It's my fantasy, I'll expand it however I like. Anyway, it would all be divvied up the same way... ► Invest about a quarter of it. That's how to do that "wish for more wishes" thing. Of course I'd do that across the globe, not just in the US (esp. lately...). ► Give another quarter to honestly worthy causes, for both people and animals. Aiding education of all sorts, ending hunger and diseases and homelessness, saving the environment, etc. But with people-oriented charities it would have to be strictly NON-religious based. I'm not paying some group to go convert the poor and starving (because that shit was tried on me when I was homeless in 1983...). And if I can't find a good non-religious charity, I'd start my own. ► I'd spread out another quarter to every person I care about, because they are all as poor as me and deserve something after a lifetime of just trying to stay afloat. ►The final quarter would be mine and the hubby's to spend, mostly on settling into a comfortable home, in England of course, getting a few things we've always wanted (books! I want an actual library!) and traveling now and again and meeting people I've always admired or at least visiting their graves. Boring little fantasy, isn't it?

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