The Artist’s Left-Brained Creative Sister

These are some of my dirty secrets:

  • I won first place in the Arizona state spelling bee in 1967, and I got a prize (not first) in the state math contest in 1971.
  • My entire freshman year of college, I had a calculus class at 7:40 a.m. Monday through Friday.
  • When I actually had a place to store them, my books and records (yes, it has been that long) were in alphabetical order.
  • I always put things back where I found them.
  • My favorite iPhone app is the American Heritage Dictionary ($19.99).
  • I can calculate square roots and do Celsius-Fahrenheit conversions by hand.
  • I have a poster on my office wall with several famous opening sentences in literature–diagrammed.
  • A friend from graduate school proposed that I infiltrate the Moral Majority because I would fit right in.
  • My culinary motto is “If you can read, you can cook.”
  • I suspect that I belong with the “instruments of precision” at  the end of Lionel Trilling’s short story “Of This Time, Of That Place.”
  • If you have read this far, the factoid that follows should be no surprise: On the pop-psych quizzes I love to take, I usually score about 75% left brained.

In sum, lists, schedules, logic, and order comfort me; the second law of thermodynamics–that entropy will win in the end–terrifies me. I am a master of linear thinking, induction and deduction, and the appeals of logos, ethos, and pathos. Continue reading . . .


About justewordsblog

Call me Boz. I teach writing and literature at the community-college level. I love words, the Episcopal liturgy, and Bonaventure Cemetery, the novels of Thomas Wolfe, the films of Krzysztov Kieślowski, and the periodic table of Dmitri Mendeleev. I have visited Monument Valley, the Outer Banks, and the women on death row in North Carolina. I play the piano, formerly played the bassoon, and play at the mandolin and the flute. Although the darkroom in my house is temporarily out of service, I once developed and printed my own photographs there. I believe that words are the only means we have to connect with one another, and my passion is always to find the right one--and to help others do the same.
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