The term "meme" refers to any unit of cultural information, such as a cultural practice or idea or concept, which one mind transmits (verbally or by repeated action) to another mind. --Wikipedia
I was "memed" by Ms. Weaker Vessel. I'm with Gingajoy, a fellow tag-ee, on these things--I love them. C'mon and play!
Here is my reply:
Three things you wish for (just for you):
That I could finally have the big Oprahpalooza life-defining moment wherein I magically manage to do something—for compensation—that I love. I mean love to life-affirming pieces.
That I could finish my short story collection at the MacDowell Colony. Six weeks of subsidized writing in an idyllic cabin setting with little picnic lunches delivered to my door daily…
That I could travel more, with Greece and Italy in the current top spots, and Thailand as a perennial revisit.
Three things you would do to/for yourself if there was no one to judge you (or if you had the guts to do it!):
Dye my hair platinum blond.
Get a weekly spray-on tan. So I could have a consistent Anita Bryant/Oompah Loompah glow.
Maybe an eye lift? Since I have been looking more and more like Charlotte Rampling of late.
Three bad habits you have:
Pride
Gluttony
Sloth
(Are there any “good” habits?)
Three insecurities you feel:
Miraculously I have no insecurities! Whatsoever!
I feel perfect in clothes, I love my hair and my complexion is flawless.
Three talents/skills you wish you had:
The ability to sing in an ethereal, trippy, falsetto—acapella.
To paint beautifully, with generous, lush oil swaths on wide canvasses.
I wish I could be a contortionist love goddess…oh wait, I am…
Three things that you would do if you had more time
Write a big fat revelatory novel that would be Oprah’s favorite book EVER.
Become a yoga-butted, flowing-maned, spiritually-centered, granola-eating, neo-hippie who grows her own organic vegetables, tends to her bambini like an inspired, halo-lit, saint-mother, services her husband like a proper courtesan, and lives in a whitewashed, hand-hewn cottage by the sea.
Read PROUST, goddammit, once and for all.
Three things that bring you peace/relaxation:
Our ancestral lake house in northern Minnesota.
P-i-n-o-t g-r-i-g-i-o
The baby doll silk of my bambini’s hair.
Three things that spark your creativity:
Smart people.
Smart-ass people (you KNOW who you are).
Henry Miller, forever.
I hereby tag:
Brussels Confidential, Mom-101, Thumbless Wonder and Mocha-Momma