this morning’s loaf – for a potluck lunch
It has nothing to do with the post below.
My photographer friends care immensely about light. That is what makes them good photographers. Where amateurs will say “put your arm around your sister and smile” the nerdy one will swivel his/her head, scoping out all the options, whip out a light meter and set up a shot.
My decorator friends are nerds about color. It is never green. Oh no, my friend. It is celery or asparagus; celadon or chartreuse; moss, myrtle or Persian. And they walk into a room where the pictures are hung too high and suddenly develop facial tics.
I can hardly name them, but I am a nerd about chords. Why play I, IV, V chords continuously when a relative minor, a sustained or augmented chord gives texture, warmth and richness to the music? When James Taylor sings and plays the National Anthem I go gaga over his gorgeous chords.
I’m a nerd about balancing to the penny. But I’m a slob about stuffing receipts and change into my wallet. You know people whose every bill faces the same direction in descending order? Not me. But I admire them.
I am a minor nerd in the area of fonts. Last week I saw a wedding program and immediately asked, “Which font is this? It’s stellar!” And Katie, an extreme font nerd, rattled off every font used. Trust me, there were no Arial, Comic Sans or Times New Roman.
I’m scanning The Incredible Shrinking Critic, yet another diet memoir, and laughed aloud at this sentence:
You knew I’d ask, didn’t you? What are you a nerd about?