-- Samantha Dzurkoc, accepting an Academy Award (1938)
If I get hit by a truck tomorrow, my life is complete. I’ve been nominated for the prestigious Liebster Blog Award.
It’s awarded to up and coming bloggers with fewer than 200 followers. Liebster is German for ‘favorite,’ (Ich spreche ein bisschen Deutsch.) Haven’t a clue about the politics of the Liebster sanctioning body, much less their governance structure and/or by-laws. And I’ve not the foggiest notion who judges the entries.
But I gotta say it’s gratifying to know that as a card-carrying precipice approacher (one might deign to say club organizer, founding father even), someone thinks of me as “up and coming.”
The rules (which are a little fuzzy) stipulate that I use my blog to answer the 11 questions asked of me by the Blogger who nominated me. For that, I owe homage to my friend and fellow blogger Brandi Buzzard (a gem in the Jackie McClaskey Young Leader Collection) whose first words to me were uttered during the perfunctory ‘best wishes’ exchange on her wedding day as she and her husband of 5 minutes, dismissed their guests, pew by pew.
“Love your blog, dude.”
Why, thank you.
1. Why did you start blogging?
Mostly at the urging of friends and relatives. It can be traced here.
2. What do you want to be remembered for at the end of your life?
a. The answers to these eleven questions.
b. He did the best he could with what he had.
c. a & b.
3. What is the geekiest thing you have ever done?
Hopped to the school bus on one foot.
4. Who is your role model/idol?
That’d be my old man. His is an improbable life.
5. Do you have any pet peeves? If so, do you mind sharing one?
Just one. Drivers who fail to understand freeway on-ramps are designed specifically for acceleration to freeway speed.
6. Have you ever been rendered speechless?
7. Do you prefer the blue Tweetdeck or the yellow Tweetdeck?
No Twitter for the kid, sorry (see related answer to #8.) I can barely keep up with Facebook.
The beaches of Fiji, dropping various components of technology in the Pacific en route. My Out-Of-Office Automatic Reply: “Should you need to reach me while I’m on my dream vacation, tough noogies.”
9. What is your good luck charm?
Prolly a Ralph Lauren Polo leather jacket Jackie gave me a few years ago. Goes with everything.
10. What is your favorite Christmas song?
Little Drummer Boy. Gotta love a Christmas song that takes you by the hand and spells out the percussion. Pa-rum-pa-pum-pum.
As a kid with long hair, friends told me I looked like Barry Manilow. Later, as the precipice got closer and the hairline farther away, I was told I was a dead ringer for Joe Montana. Again, draw your own conclusions.
I cannot croon like Manilow or check off at the line like Montana. That’s OK. I sleep well at night knowing they can't blog their way out of a wet paper bag.
Honestly, whether I win the Liebster is not that big of a deal to me. It’s rewarding enough to know that I am... in fact...
... the shiz.