A brief explanation of why I will blog (semi-) anonymously.....
Sorry for the confusion and the new URL. I have yet to hear from the Blogger folks about why my first attempt to create a blog was unsuccessful, but one of my Friends Inside My Computer created a new one for me, without the black background. It doesn`t look as cool, but coolness is not everything, as it took me many painful life experiences to realize.
The bad news is that my friend was unable to move everyone`s comments to the new URL. The good news is that my very first, slightly off-color comment is gone forever. Why is that good news? Because, dear readers, it would have offended my Hub`s sensibilities.
Therein lies the reason I do not plan to reveal my entire life through this blog. I am a good Japanese wife. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......heh heh, okay, I can breathe again. That was a really funny joke -- I am actually an outspoken nightmare of a Japanese wife, so the very least I can do for Hub is protect his identity.
I will say that he is a Japanese salaryman, and we met in September 1985 when I was spending my junior year abroad in Kyoto, Japan`s ancient capital and present tourist trap. I met him two weeks after I arrived, when a bunch of foreign students went out drinking and dancing one night with a bunch of Japanese students. The first words he ever spoke to me were, "Has anyone ever told you that you look just like Catherine Deneuve?" This got my attention (and my phone number). I was skinny, blonde and I have a pointy nose -- the resemblance stops there. I figured that this proved once and for all that Asian people really DO think all white people look alike.
It took us about a year to learn each other`s languages to the point where we could actually communicate, and by then it was time for me to go home. We kept in touch, I visited him over winter break, and moved back to Japan after graduation. I went to Tokyo instead of Kyoto, figuring I had better job prospects there. We didn`t end up getting married for 6 years, after breaking up for about a year and getting back together just as I was leaving for journalism school.
As I said before, I was a journalist. I guess I still am, but since I am not working right now, I surely do not feel like one. In fact, I just filled out my alumnae directory update, and put my occupation down as "homemaker." I figure, hell, even if I do go back to work fulltime, this will still be true -- I will always be the one making the home, whether I work outside it or not.
I was NOT a reporter for the Wall St. Journal, a publication I mentioned in my previous post. For 5 years, I worked for a financial wire service and got Journal clips all the time, because I wrote as many features as I could and also wrote up a lot of Japanese economic data. Mostly, though, I covered foreign exchange markets. I left to work for a dot.com -- a business news Web site. It was definitely the best job I ever had, until it was acquired by my former employer, and then things got a little weird. But by then we knew Hub was about to get transferred -- so I exercised my "put" option, so to speak, and said goodbye.
Being anonymous does not come naturally to me. My byline was affixed to all of the thousands of news stories I wrote over the past couple of decades. I have an unusual surname from Lithuania, via Ellis Island, that is so uncommon that you can count on your fingers the few people who share it. In fact, I am used to being very easy to find, and used to getting hate mail in my inbox when some jerk didn`t like one of my stories. When I first started reading blogs, I began commenting on them under my real first name, which I will tell you now: it`s Lisa. I may as well have signed my comments "Anonymous," because there are so many Lisa`s out there. We are EVERYWHERE, millions and millions of us, crawling out of the woodwork and commenting on blogs left, right and center.
So to establish a shred of unique blog identity, I decided to switch to the more mysterious and exotic initial, "L." For all you know, it can stand for "Lucretia" or "Loverboy," "Lopsided" or "Lusty." Or maybe you`re all picturing Elle McPherson -- great. Hold that image. I won`t disillusion anyone by posting a photo here, but take my word on this: I look NOTHING like Catherine Deneuve. Hub was only trying to get my phone number, and now look -- 20 years later, he`s got a wife with a blog, God help him.
The bad news is that my friend was unable to move everyone`s comments to the new URL. The good news is that my very first, slightly off-color comment is gone forever. Why is that good news? Because, dear readers, it would have offended my Hub`s sensibilities.
Therein lies the reason I do not plan to reveal my entire life through this blog. I am a good Japanese wife. HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA ha ha ha ha ha ha ha......heh heh, okay, I can breathe again. That was a really funny joke -- I am actually an outspoken nightmare of a Japanese wife, so the very least I can do for Hub is protect his identity.
I will say that he is a Japanese salaryman, and we met in September 1985 when I was spending my junior year abroad in Kyoto, Japan`s ancient capital and present tourist trap. I met him two weeks after I arrived, when a bunch of foreign students went out drinking and dancing one night with a bunch of Japanese students. The first words he ever spoke to me were, "Has anyone ever told you that you look just like Catherine Deneuve?" This got my attention (and my phone number). I was skinny, blonde and I have a pointy nose -- the resemblance stops there. I figured that this proved once and for all that Asian people really DO think all white people look alike.
It took us about a year to learn each other`s languages to the point where we could actually communicate, and by then it was time for me to go home. We kept in touch, I visited him over winter break, and moved back to Japan after graduation. I went to Tokyo instead of Kyoto, figuring I had better job prospects there. We didn`t end up getting married for 6 years, after breaking up for about a year and getting back together just as I was leaving for journalism school.
As I said before, I was a journalist. I guess I still am, but since I am not working right now, I surely do not feel like one. In fact, I just filled out my alumnae directory update, and put my occupation down as "homemaker." I figure, hell, even if I do go back to work fulltime, this will still be true -- I will always be the one making the home, whether I work outside it or not.
I was NOT a reporter for the Wall St. Journal, a publication I mentioned in my previous post. For 5 years, I worked for a financial wire service and got Journal clips all the time, because I wrote as many features as I could and also wrote up a lot of Japanese economic data. Mostly, though, I covered foreign exchange markets. I left to work for a dot.com -- a business news Web site. It was definitely the best job I ever had, until it was acquired by my former employer, and then things got a little weird. But by then we knew Hub was about to get transferred -- so I exercised my "put" option, so to speak, and said goodbye.
Being anonymous does not come naturally to me. My byline was affixed to all of the thousands of news stories I wrote over the past couple of decades. I have an unusual surname from Lithuania, via Ellis Island, that is so uncommon that you can count on your fingers the few people who share it. In fact, I am used to being very easy to find, and used to getting hate mail in my inbox when some jerk didn`t like one of my stories. When I first started reading blogs, I began commenting on them under my real first name, which I will tell you now: it`s Lisa. I may as well have signed my comments "Anonymous," because there are so many Lisa`s out there. We are EVERYWHERE, millions and millions of us, crawling out of the woodwork and commenting on blogs left, right and center.
So to establish a shred of unique blog identity, I decided to switch to the more mysterious and exotic initial, "L." For all you know, it can stand for "Lucretia" or "Loverboy," "Lopsided" or "Lusty." Or maybe you`re all picturing Elle McPherson -- great. Hold that image. I won`t disillusion anyone by posting a photo here, but take my word on this: I look NOTHING like Catherine Deneuve. Hub was only trying to get my phone number, and now look -- 20 years later, he`s got a wife with a blog, God help him.
posted by L. at 1:59 PM
8 Comments:
You are such a fantastic writer, Lisa, that it would be a CRIME for you not to have a blog.
I am going to go google you right now because I know what your last name is. :)
Yeah . . . we'll find you!! (evil laugh ensues.)
My slightly off color comment left as well. I'll be nice from now on.
Your friend inside computer is excellent at fixing things. I still haven't figured out how to add more names to my blogroll even though she left explicit instructions. I'm too busy blogging about fractions. I can think of a couple of parochial schools in your general area but none which fit your description. There are so many.
I love your blog. It's about time.
More later on mine or yours. Putting kids down for night.
Oops, Granny, I need to do that tomorrow! Sorry!
I'm guessing that 1995 was a typo for 1985 (or your kids are on some kind of warpspeed growth curve?)
Yes, Jean, I meant 1985, not 1995 (and have fixed it). If this were a news article, I`d have to file a correction, but.... it`s my blog. The only one to yell at me for my typos is.....me!
Hey, L., I wanted to say some nice stuff to you (Jody T. as well, if y'all are in touch) re: your posts at Dawn Eden's site, but I'm all wussy about posting my "real" email.
If you feel like it, contact me at the ridiculous unicornlove@artlover.com and I'll write back with my real one.
If not, that's cool too. Obviously, I appreciate anonymity.
Cheers,
"Terezia"
D'oh, that's unicornlover@artlover.com
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