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Pork colon soup. It tasted strongly of the way pig asses smell. Which was my clue that they weren't mushrooms. Apparently it's a delicacy to certain native ethnicities of Taiwan.

I ate two slices, asked what it was, and after that tried to pass them off to other people at the table - who also didn't want them. It was definitely a character-building experience that I'm not in a hurry to try again.
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In Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, there's a phrase among the Bajorans: "the path that the Prophets have laid out for me." I'm not Bajoran, and I don't worship their Prophets, but I do have a path.

The one major event where I chose to step off the path and go somewhere else instead, it took nearly ten years to go around the long way and get back to where I needed to be again.

If I could go back and change one event, I would not have gotten married.

But then, if that hadn't happened, I also don't know who I'd be today. Either way, I did make it to all the key points in the path at the moments when I was to be at them.
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When my siblings and I were kids, we had a planet. It was called Siram. Which was basically Mars spelled backwards and then fiddled with to turn it into a useable word. :)
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Bookshelf #1: That I'm a lame science nerd. (aka all my college science textbooks.)

Bookshelf #2: That I'm firmly in both the "Trekkies" box and the "people who refer to a group of TV-show based books as 'My Collection'" box of the Geek Hierarchy Chart.

Bookshelf #3: That I'm a demon worshipper that'll burn in hell. :) (aka World of Darkness roleplaying books.)
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I've found that when someone blitzes me with lots of questions at once, what it really means is that they just want to hear themselves talk. They don't care what my answers are. As a result, I usually don't bother to answer any of them. Especially since they likely aren't going to shut up long enough for me to get a word in edgewise anyway.
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Hmm. 12 was when I was first introduced to the harp. Which means, it was right before just about every major twist and turn of my life up to now. If my 12 year old self saw my 36 year old self, I don't think I'd know what to make of myself. There's like no frame of reference in common anymore.

On the other hand, I wanted to be a writer when I was 10, and I'm a writer now too (sort of). So maybe I'd be happy about that part, at least - even without understanding freelance nonfiction as being an endeavor worth doing compared to fiction.
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Heh. Considering that for about 15 years, the only clothes I made a point of buying was souvenir tshirts, yes. :)

For example, the one I'm wearing right now is from the New Orleans aquarium, which I went to as grad student after attending a workshop in Pascagoula. Aside from it being a really cool and productive workshop, visiting the aquarium with a fellow fish enthusiast (much MUCH better than rushing through with my family of polite interest), there was visiting New Orleans in general with him and his housemate, French Quarter, shotgun style houses, Bourbon Street until 4am, etc. ... I have lots of fond memories of that trip. :)
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I'm already invisible. It pisses me the fuck off that huge swaths of America would really rather I didn't exist, and treats me accordingly. :p

(Why yes, I am looking at all you racist fucking assholes with your "Proud American" flag stickers on your pickup trucks.)
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Hmmm. If everything material disappears after the two weeks is over, the only thing that can be purchased and kept would be experiences and memories. Thus: travel! All over the world! I'd go visit my friends in faraway places. :)

Are there really any other viable answers? Because, I can't think of any. But then I haven't clicked through to read anyone else's yet either (aside from the person I got this from, who misunderstood the question).
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Squid jerky. Nomnomnom...

The sad thing is that it's both expensive and hard to find. There's a great jerky store in the LA area though (I forget which exact city, but it's a Chinatown type of area), called Champion Foods Provisions or somesuch, that makes it fresh daily. I buy $50 worth of jerky from them whenever I'm in the area and can finagle a visit out of whoever has the car. They make squid/cuttlefish shredded jerkies, pork jerky (also nomnomnom), beef jerkies, tofu jerkies, and lots of other meat snack stuff.
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Hmmm. I have a masters in marine biology. It's a field with no jobs in it, even when the economy isn't in the crapper. I don't wish I'd done something different, but I do wish that basic science research were more valued, such that funding for it would skyrocket, preferably in the extreme near future so I can find a job. :)

If I went back to school and wanted to stick with my current field, I'd have to get a PhD in it. Then I'd be able to go for jobs where I have to acquire my share of the limited funds, so that I could pay for myself as well as my work. I hadn't done that in the past because I don't want that kind of stress - better to help someone else with their research and let them worry about how to pay me. (Until they lay me off, that is. >.> )

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