I live in an apartment with my husband, another couple, and their baby. I think housemate situations are underutilized. Someday I would like to buy a house and share it with friends and family.
I’m a lot less outwardly geeky than I was as an adolescent.
I love clothes but am too cheap to buy new ones. Also, I don’t want people to think I’m fussy.
Despite having a minor in gender and sexuality studies and a belief that people should do what suits ’em, I’m more conservative on that stuff in my own life than I think I should be.
I’m in social work school but wonder if I shouldn’t find something higher-earning so as to be able to give more money away. Philanthropy is one of the most important things in my life. Another important thing is folk dancing.
Former jobs include cook, farmhand, daycare worker, and administrative assistant. My current internship for school is on a psych ward. I’m finding the patients there are far less different from other people I know than I was expecting them to be.
At times I’ve been conversational in Spanish and French, halting in Russian and Danish, and literate in Esperanto.
In a mock trial, I was once convicted of being “entirely too wholesome.”
I used to keep quail in a studio apartment. This is not something I would do again.
(Though I must admit, if there is ever an Esperanto version of LW, it might be worth putting some effort into more elegant translations of the basic terms...)
I was on a home-agriculture kick, and quail are the only animals small and quiet enough to keep indoors while producing a reasonable amount of food (eggs and meat). I wanted them partly as a project and partly as a way to avoid factory-farmed food, since I could make sure they had a reasonably good life. I built them a pen and ordered eggs online, and my husband built an incubator with a styrofoam cooler, light bulb, and thermostat. Our hatch rates were pretty bad, and most of our hatchlings turned out to be boys. Boys don’t lay eggs, but they do crow. We ate the boys. The girls died in various ways. We only ever got a few dozen eggs.
I live in an apartment with my husband, another couple, and their baby. I think housemate situations are underutilized. Someday I would like to buy a house and share it with friends and family.
I’m a lot less outwardly geeky than I was as an adolescent.
I love clothes but am too cheap to buy new ones. Also, I don’t want people to think I’m fussy.
Despite having a minor in gender and sexuality studies and a belief that people should do what suits ’em, I’m more conservative on that stuff in my own life than I think I should be.
I’m in social work school but wonder if I shouldn’t find something higher-earning so as to be able to give more money away. Philanthropy is one of the most important things in my life. Another important thing is folk dancing.
Former jobs include cook, farmhand, daycare worker, and administrative assistant. My current internship for school is on a psych ward. I’m finding the patients there are far less different from other people I know than I was expecting them to be.
At times I’ve been conversational in Spanish and French, halting in Russian and Danish, and literate in Esperanto.
In a mock trial, I was once convicted of being “entirely too wholesome.”
I used to keep quail in a studio apartment. This is not something I would do again.
Vi ne estas la sola esperantista “malplimalpravano”!
Suprenprivoĉdonita pro “malplimalpravano”.
(Though I must admit, if there is ever an Esperanto version of LW, it might be worth putting some effort into more elegant translations of the basic terms...)
Yeah, that’s super awkward.
I want to hear more about this.
I was on a home-agriculture kick, and quail are the only animals small and quiet enough to keep indoors while producing a reasonable amount of food (eggs and meat). I wanted them partly as a project and partly as a way to avoid factory-farmed food, since I could make sure they had a reasonably good life. I built them a pen and ordered eggs online, and my husband built an incubator with a styrofoam cooler, light bulb, and thermostat. Our hatch rates were pretty bad, and most of our hatchlings turned out to be boys. Boys don’t lay eggs, but they do crow. We ate the boys. The girls died in various ways. We only ever got a few dozen eggs.
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Thank you! Another perfect intro! I think everyone is starting to get the hang of this, good job!
What sort of folk dancing do you do?
Ditto, but nobody can tell, because I have a bunch of stylish friends that hand stuff down to me. I end up dressing really nicely for next-to-nothing!
Mostly contra dance (a social dance from New England) and Morris (a performance dance from England).