i did want to be a stunt woman for a while.
good point margo. i wonder where she is....
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All you need is love...la-dee-da-dee-da...all you need is love!
i did want to be a stunt woman for a while.
good point margo. i wonder where she is....
"Forget past mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you're going to do now and do it." – William C. Durant
I click here to help detect breast cancer.
I click here to help feed animals in need.
I play this game to help feed people in need.
As a little kid, I wanted to be an old maid swimming teacher (I liked to swim and I had no interest in ever getting married).
In grade school I wanted to be an oceanographer, but that wouldn't have worked because I get motion sickness very easily.
In high school I wanted to be a nuclear physicist. I did complete a BS in physics but I wasn't smart enough to do that as a career. So I went to grad school in atmospheric science. Still there, but it may not last much longer as my funding dries up.
I still dream of being a bike mechanic again. It might happen. Other things I'd like to do but probably never will: paleontology (trilobites, stromatolites, etc.), evolutionary biology, glaciology.
Oil is good, grease is better.
2007 Peter Mooney w/S&S couplers/Terry Butterfly
1993 Bridgestone MB-3/Avocet O2 Air 40W
1980 Columbus Frame with 1970 Campy parts
1954 Raleigh 3-speed/Brooks B72
1. Lavender Farmer
2. Any job at New Belgium Brewery
"The bicycle is just as good company as most husbands and, when it gets old and shabby, a woman can dispose of it and get a new one without shocking the entire community." -- Ann Strong, Minneapolis Tribune, 1895
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If money was never an object, if my health and wellbeing never were an issue (thanks US healthcare system...)
I'd travel the world on my bike etc and discuss philosophy, art, politics and theology with every different viewpoint I could. I'd live in sparsely populated areas as a nomad, hunting etc for myself and be as far from society as I could. In the words of Tyler from Fight Club-"In the world I see -- you're stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You will wear leather clothes that last you the rest of your life. You will climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. You will see tiny figures pounding corn and laying-strips of venison on the empty car pool lane of the ruins of a superhighway." My life would be something of stories, with everyone knowing a little about me, but no one person knowing the entire story.
I'd write my tales on toilet paper like Kerouac and write of the dangerous, wild side of life like Thompson. It'd be like Walden.
...I could only do that until I was so old, because life like that wears on the body... then I'd be a grand old hippy, the kind of woman everyone goes to for advice over hot tea and cookies, and leaves thinking "Gad, she's weird..." but you know... it'd make me happy.
Then I'd die, and my ashes would be scattered in the streams in my parents' WI woods, so I might always be a small part of the rich history of the place.
That would be my life if I had my way.
Last edited by Kitsune06; 10-31-2006 at 04:56 PM.
"Forget past mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you're going to do now and do it." – William C. Durant
I click here to help detect breast cancer.
I click here to help feed animals in need.
I play this game to help feed people in need.
I would be the one who's in charge of taking care of the polar bears at the zoo. Or any other job that would allow me to have close contact with polar bears and not have to live in the arctic.
Second would be pastry chef, mostly cakes. I seriously considered dropping out of grad school to persue this. I went through with grad school, but my current job is just not making me happy. I keep coming back to the idea of pastry chef as a later-in-life sort of thing, after my yet-to-be-born children are older.
Realistically I'd like to be a professor. I love to teach. I just have to find an area of research that interests me and that I care about, in which I can feasibly start up my own research program at a university. See? Making cakes sounds easier, doesn't it?
The best part about going up hills is riding back down!
I guess I missed the part about forgetting money was an issue so even tho I really do want to be independantly wealthy, I would love to have about 20-30acres of land fenced off for safty reasons, and be able to take in every stray or unwanted animal so I could nurse and love and find good homes for so they never had to suffer or feel pain again. Of course I would probably want to keep every last one of them cuz thats just how I am.....
Kitsune....that is what I have been doing all my life and I am now at the second-to-last paragraph. Not up for the cremation thing tho'.
All you need is love...la-dee-da-dee-da...all you need is love!
Margo, I'm jealous. I truly am.And humbled.
Well, the hunting my own food is a bit of an exaggeration because I am a vegetarian since 23. But I have told you all how I grew beansprouts in a nylon stocking hung from the seatpost of my Raleigh Touring 14 while riding down Highway 101 in 1980. Nearly the same thing.
All you need is love...la-dee-da-dee-da...all you need is love!
way OT tangent here but I am all for cremation. Even tho I may be dead and my body just an object, I really don't relish the worms and funk that would inhibit it........ scatter me from the Portland Head Light..... yup.
In my favorite dream I would be a concert pianist. In reality I wouldn't like spending all the time practicing and stress of performing. When could I ride a bike? All my job choices would be centered in music. I've thought about going back to school to train to be more specialized in music, but I can't narrow down what I could do to make a living in this very rural area. My teaching degree in music is not needed here. When I was a child I wanted to be a figure skater-still love to watch music and grace melted together!
Programming -- what I do -- but probably with slightly different technology. The programming language I use now has some, ah, quirks, that drive me up a wall. But with the same group of people, because their quirks do not drive me up the wall.
Thanks Dad, for not having any sons, and doing "boy" things with your daughters, like the Pythagorean theorem. Mmmmmm. Math.
Now, if I could just have more time to bake, garden, write ...
off topic and worse, while my xh worked in a crematory/funeral home, we had the agreement that he wouldn't run my ashes through the 'vibrator' (the thing that vibrates the still-whole chunks into dust) and he'd just put me in a photoshopped Jiff or Skippy jar labeled "Here lies Aryn- Chunky Style" etc, so it (the label) looked real, with all the 'fine print' being things about me and my life. If I die before 40, I still want that... after that, I might want more respectable disposal of my mortal coil, but I want it to reflect my dry, icky sense of humor in life.
ok, back on-topic.