In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni:
We enter the circle at night and are consumed by fire
I like words. I like foreign languages that have weird grammatical constructions that make perfect sense in two syllables when English can’t get the point across in twenty. I like palindromes (see above) and I like things with meaning. I’m a big believer in the idea that what you say determines who you are, and not in the namby-pamby preschool way where people tell you to say something nice or say nothing at all.
Is it any wonder I’m a linguist? I’ve got two degrees in linguistics from top universities in Canada and England and they’re getting me nowhere. Apparently in order to succeed in today’s job market, you need to have 2-5 years of experience with an MBA and at least 1 programming language besides HTML. I can’t even do HTML. (Although writing this blog is certainly helping me to figure out the basics.) I’ve got a lot of snarky things to say that I generally don’t, at least not in polite company, but if I don’t write some of the snark down somewhere I’ll end up busting out a “that’s what she said” joke during an interview, and I can’t see that ending too well.
I also like to travel. I’ve been to four continents (and have lived on three) but my wanderlust hasn’t been slaked quite yet. One day I’ll get to Africa (maybe Morocco?) and Latin America (preferably somewhere where they don’t kidnap Americans for ransom on a regular basis), and then I’ll have a (as near as possible) complete set. Of course, I haven’t hit up Eastern Europe, and a huge chunk of the Middle East and Orient still awaits my explorations. Mostly I do nerdy things, like try to decipher Icelandic road signs without a dictionary, and look for beautiful things, like sunset over the fjord in an Oslo winter, and try to capture fleeting things, like the heavy air of summer in Beijing.
In my spare time, I plot ways to take over the world and learn the secrets of the universe.