Okay, it’s been a while since we’ve had one of these, (I think I started the last one…), and since we have so many new members I thought now would be a good time to resurrect it. So let me start it off:
“Limu” is Hawaiian for seaweed.
“Head” is English for head.
I got this nickname as a young surfer in Hawaii. My long curly hair looked like seaweed when it was wet so my friends took to calling me “Limu Head” or just “Limu” for short. I still like the name…
Now it’s your turn - not just the newbies, oldies are welcome to respond too!!
I would like to tell you about my handle, Bloomfield. But I can’t. You see, a few months ago, I stood in my front yard at 3 am (Martin Milner’s suggestion), and now I can’t remember how I got the name. Must be getting old.
My townsmen have all heard the tradition – the oldest
people tell me that they heard it in their youth – that anciently
the Indians were holding a pow-wow upon a hill here, which rose as
high into the heavens as the pond now sinks deep into the earth, and
they used much profanity, as the story goes, though this vice is one
of which the Indians were never guilty, and while they were thus
engaged the hill shook and suddenly sank, and only one old squaw,
named Walden, escaped, and from her the pond was named. It has been
conjectured that when the hill shook these stones rolled down its
side and became the present shore. It is very certain, at any rate,
that once there was no pond here, and now there is one; and this
Indian fable does not in any respect conflict with the account of
that ancient settler whom I have mentioned, who remembers so well
when he first came here with his divining-rod, saw a thin vapor
rising from the sward, and the hazel pointed steadily downward, and
he concluded to dig a well here. As for the stones, many still
think that they are hardly to be accounted for by the action of the
waves on these hills; but I observe that the surrounding hills are
remarkably full of the same kind of stones, so that they have been
obliged to pile them up in walls on both sides of the railroad cut
nearest the pond; and, moreover, there are most stones where the
shore is most abrupt; so that, unfortunately, it is no longer a
mystery to me. I detect the paver. If the name was not derived
from that of some English locality – Saffron Walden, for instance
– one might suppose that it was called originally Walled-in Pond.
I aspire to live my life in line with the quotation from Rainer Maria Rilke:
“…have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
I tool my name from the highly endangered American Red Wolf. I’ve always loved wolves, but if you just say “Wolf” people assume you’re a guy and, even if my hair is…er…color challenged these days, I didn’t want to be a “Gray Wolf.” Heck…it USED to be red!
I saw one of the few surviving pairs of purebred (i.e., not crossed with coyote) red wolves when I lived in North Carolina (there are no red wolves in the wild anymore, and only something like 8 purebred breeding pairs)…lovely creature!
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have been born beautiful. As things stand, however, I’m not Beautiful, not Pretty, and not quite Fair–somewhere from Fair to Middling.
My little joke.
Has to do with when I first established an email account, about 10 years ago. My dad used to (still does) call me Emmaline, so I tried to use the name @flash.net (no longer in business.) After about 10 tries at creative spellings, since there were apparently some pre-existing emmalines@(not a real address)flash.net, I was getting careless and spelled it like that. emmline. It worked. Have stuck with it.
I play bones. I played around with several “bone” names on Yahoo, but they were all taken. So I ended up adding the “Quint” because one of my favorite “patterns” on the bones is a quintuplet roll.
LOL! I had one like that for years! Back when we first got on the internet, I was mostly on vegetarian boards, and I wanted something that said “vegetarian.” Of course, most variations on “vegetarian,” “vegan,” and “veg” were taken (and I didn’t want something with a jillion numbers after it), so I hit on using my personalized license plate: “erbivrus” (sound it out…it works). I eventually stopped using it, partially because enough people on those boards knew me by my real name anyway (and netnicks had kind of fallen out of fashion) and partly because people kept assuming I was a guy (because of the “-us”). I’ve been either “Audrey” or “Redwolf” for years now, but there are still some people who call me “Erbie” (even people I’ve met in person and know socially).
