what you should know

Great questions, folks! I’ll answer the ones I’ve received so far, but feel free to ask more.

Tallbob51 asks: “This is too tempting to pass up, so is there one particular event that you would say has altered your life and what is it?”

Wow. I have been thinking about this one all day. My life has been a series of upheavals; hasn’t everyone’s? Perhaps not. The event with the most significant impact on my life was my move to Chicago after my parents separated in 1984. I had lived in a very small rural town in the Northwest prior to this, and I was dropped in the middle of a huge city. My religious beliefs were tested, as was my resilience, and although I lost the former, I gained a greater degree of the latter. I simply would not be who I am today if this hadn’t happened.

Cirocco asks: “As for the question: are you an only child? I can’t remember you ever mentioning a sibling, but I recently found out that a good friend I’d always assumed was an only actually had a sister, and now I suspect everyone of unmentioned siblings.”

This is a good question, because I am biologically an only child, but I sometimes refer to my brother, which confuses the hell out of people. Henrik lived with my family for a short time about ten years ago, and we adopted each other as siblings. He lives in Hamburg, Germany, and I don’t get to see him nearly as often as I’d like, but we keep in touch via email and occasional phone calls.

Roe asks: “Why libraries, and why a librarian? :) (I know you answer some of this in ‘libraries,’ but you don’t go into much detail.)”

My love of books began when I learned to read at the age of 3. It didn’t occur to me that I could work in a library until I moved to Alabama for college and had to get a work-study job. It was either the library or the gym; I chose the library. That was eight years ago, and I’ve been working in libraries — corporate and academic — ever since.

But I don’t have the passion for libraries that I once did. As with anything, once I understood its innermost workings through daily vivisection, the magic was lost, and then the interest dissipates. Loving books and information is not an adequate reason for going into library science, anyway. You have to want to help people, and for the most part I am quite disillusioned about what people do with the information they gain, if they do anything at all with it.

I still care about my job, and would like to continue working in libraries until I can no longer afford to do so without a Masters of Library Science, but I don’t want to be a librarian anymore. I want to write.

Tanya asks: “Hmm….here’s something i wonder about: what does MSG stand for, specifically? i gather it’s not a name, but more along the lines of ‘most significant guy’. Is that a worthwhile question?”

It’s a worthwhile question, if only for the subject matter! Before our first date, I referred to the MSG to some online friends as “the metrosexual guy” because of a series of comments he made regarding food, wine, culture, and interior design. O, and he mentioned having two pepper mills, which I thought was weird. (I confirmed this personally on our second date; several months later, I no longer find this weird at all.) Some of those friends then jokingly gave him a TLA, and it stuck.

Since then, I’ve discovered that the MSG is much more of a geek than a metrosexual. So I use it to mean “the Most Significant Guy” instead. I use the <abbr> tag to expand the abbreviation whenever possible.

Resilient asks: “As for your meme, how did you meet the MSG?”

A friend of mine ventured into the morass of online dating last year and had a profile in the personals on Nerve. I had one too, from a long time and different life ago, but hadn’t updated it in quite a while because I wasn’t interested in dating. However, I would login to check out profiles of people my friend was sorting through, and one night I ended up updating my profile because I’m incredibly compulsive about that sort of thing. (Incorrect information makes me twitch.)

The next morning, I had over 50 emails in my inbox. I found out (the hard way) that Nerve’s personals are offered through a network called SpringStreet. That day, I had been featured on the front page of all of SpringStreet’s sites, like SFGate, Seattle Weekly, etc. The result was kind of insane. I immediately deactivated my profile, then sifted through the responses out of sick curiosity.

Most of the responses were from people I had nothing in common with who obviously hadn’t read my profile. A few were from vaguely interesting people I might be bothered to get to know better if I were in a different headspace.

And one, just one, blew me the hell away. That was the MSG’s.

After some dithering – mostly because I thought he sounded way too good to be true – I responded. What ensued was a whirlwind of emails, IMs and phone calls. As it turned out, he hadn’t written anyone on Nerve in over a year, so our matching up was quite a coincidence. At least to us.

A week after I wrote back, we went on a date. And the rest, as they say, is history.

Keep those questions coming! This is fun.

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