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(What I think I look like — based on the template at imadeface)

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(What I really look like)

On the runup to my birthday yesterday, I had planned to do two things I’ve never done before: Post a selfie and write a long post on what I’ve learned in the past, ahem, *mumble mumble* years of being on the planet and put this up on my birthday. Of course, I wasn’t able to do so yesterday, because, life (a.k.a., deadlines) got in the way. Also because, I was unsure about the selfies — I am not one for posting photos of myself online. There’s just something terribly self-indulgent and self-important to me about taking my own photo and posting it online for all the world to see. I am not one to call attention to myself; I’d rather others do it for me, haha! But in this age of self-promotion, people no longer look askance at you for blatant self-love. In fact, it’s expected. So why am I coming around to the idea of the selfie? Well, for one, it’s terribly hypocritical of me to say posting my picture is self-indulgent while I have a whole blog devoted to my own preoccupations. And two, it kind of makes sense to track what I look like over time. I sometimes look at myself in the mirror and see time make inroads on my face overnight! So, inspired by my friend Alexis’ link on FB about this project, I’ve decided to jump on the bandwagon this year.

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Kurt Vonnegut called the marks “transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing.” Hemingway and Chandler and Stephen King, said McIntyre, “wouldn’t be seen dead in a ditch with a semi-colon (though Truman Capote might). Real men, goes the unwritten rule of American punctuation, don’t use semi-colons.

Ben McIntyre, Times of London, quoted in this funny and interesting article in Salon. Punctuation now has gender apparently.