I feel like a wall
May. 31st, 2005 07:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pecuniumFirst it was athenais now I've been "tagged" by writingortyping. This one is image heavy, since I am supposed to, "Search for: Place you were born. Place where you grew up. Place you live now. Your name. Your Grandmother’s name. Your favorite food. Your favorite drink. Your favorite smell. Then post the first or your favorite image result for each."
Look behind the
Where I was born: This is what the room would look like, were I born in the this hospital today (Magee-Womens in Pittsburgh)
(and thankswritingortyping for forcing me to learn more complex html. This mess is two pictures stitched together, from a remote location)
Place where I grew up? That's a tough one. Pennsylvania, Ohio, upstate Indiana, Illinois, back to Ohio. Those are the states, add a couple of cities to each of those stops (well, only one in Illinois) and you have the itinerary until I was eight. A similar pattern in Los Angeles until I was 16. The peregrinations slow a bit for the decade after that, but I figure 16 counts as gown up enough for this.
These tracks (now being converted to a trail) are both in Bell Gardens (where I spent much of the years between eight and fourteen) were a frequent highway for myself and my sister. Add the tracks in Paramount, which was in between the stays in BG, and you've got a lot of my juvenile life.
Where I live now:
I suppose this is a state of mind thing. The tank (and yes that tiny little thing, about the size of an SUV, is a tank, with a crew of four) is on Camp San Luis Obispo. The Army gets about 50 days a year of my undivided attention, and no small amount of my divided. San Luis Obispo is the town I call home, even though we've never lived in SLO proper, but rather about 15 miles north, or south. The first place was walking distance from this tableau.
Picture of me:
libertango seems to have been sneaky. I don't recall the picture being taken, and had I not been doing this little puzzle, I might not know it exists. It's me. That's a damned flattering picture of what I look like, sans paint. He took it, so the Google informs me, at a convention (Potlatch) in Seattle, a couple of years ago. It's the first picture to come up.
For reasons I cannot explain, this picture is also to be found, when the search string is limited to just my first and last names. Mabe Google knows something I don't. It comes right behind the real me.
My Grandmother's name:
That's not her headstone. Change the dates, just a little (1902-1995) and it would be right.
My favorite food? Are you kidding? How in the world am I supposed to pick a favorite food, drink or smell?
All of those are philosophically impossible. Food, a single type? I suppose I can narrow it down to my favorite meat, but oh what that leaves out. The settings, (is it the Arno Kleftiko from Panos' in Seattle? Or the Crown Rack from Mon Grenier? Perhaps it's the stew with apricots, dates and mint I make at home?
Aughhh!
But, since that's the game here you go
Food:
Drink:
Smell:
For more on the last one (And no, I won't tell you the four letter word which produced that, save to say it was on the page I looked at from the 9th image on the fifth page of pictures Google gave me) you can look at A photo journal of a UNPA Nurse Practitioner's experiences in Operation Iraqi Freedom.
athenais now I've been "tagged" by writingortyping. This one is image heavy, since I am supposed to, "Search for: Place you were born. Place where you grew up. Place you live now. Your name. Your Grandmother’s name. Your favorite food. Your favorite drink. Your favorite smell. Then post the first or your favorite image result for each." Look behind the
Where I was born: This is what the room would look like, were I born in the this hospital today (Magee-Womens in Pittsburgh)
(and thanks
writingortyping for forcing me to learn more complex html. This mess is two pictures stitched together, from a remote location)Place where I grew up? That's a tough one. Pennsylvania, Ohio, upstate Indiana, Illinois, back to Ohio. Those are the states, add a couple of cities to each of those stops (well, only one in Illinois) and you have the itinerary until I was eight. A similar pattern in Los Angeles until I was 16. The peregrinations slow a bit for the decade after that, but I figure 16 counts as gown up enough for this.
These tracks (now being converted to a trail) are both in Bell Gardens (where I spent much of the years between eight and fourteen) were a frequent highway for myself and my sister. Add the tracks in Paramount, which was in between the stays in BG, and you've got a lot of my juvenile life.
Where I live now:
I suppose this is a state of mind thing. The tank (and yes that tiny little thing, about the size of an SUV, is a tank, with a crew of four) is on Camp San Luis Obispo. The Army gets about 50 days a year of my undivided attention, and no small amount of my divided. San Luis Obispo is the town I call home, even though we've never lived in SLO proper, but rather about 15 miles north, or south. The first place was walking distance from this tableau.
Picture of me:
libertango seems to have been sneaky. I don't recall the picture being taken, and had I not been doing this little puzzle, I might not know it exists. It's me. That's a damned flattering picture of what I look like, sans paint. He took it, so the Google informs me, at a convention (Potlatch) in Seattle, a couple of years ago. It's the first picture to come up.For reasons I cannot explain, this picture is also to be found, when the search string is limited to just my first and last names. Mabe Google knows something I don't. It comes right behind the real me.
My Grandmother's name:
That's not her headstone. Change the dates, just a little (1902-1995) and it would be right.
My favorite food? Are you kidding? How in the world am I supposed to pick a favorite food, drink or smell?
All of those are philosophically impossible. Food, a single type? I suppose I can narrow it down to my favorite meat, but oh what that leaves out. The settings, (is it the Arno Kleftiko from Panos' in Seattle? Or the Crown Rack from Mon Grenier? Perhaps it's the stew with apricots, dates and mint I make at home?
Aughhh!
But, since that's the game here you go
Food:
Drink:
Smell:
For more on the last one (And no, I won't tell you the four letter word which produced that, save to say it was on the page I looked at from the 9th image on the fifth page of pictures Google gave me) you can look at A photo journal of a UNPA Nurse Practitioner's experiences in Operation Iraqi Freedom.
