Re: [at-l] Change of name

["Kristen Kupersmith" <kkupersmith@thor24.com>]

Here's a couple I toyed with:

"Hooked on Fonics"... when people would ask why that's my name, I could
shrug and say, "Worked for me!"

"Special K".... In college, whenever I would do something spastic, my
friends would tease me and say, "And THAT'S why we call her "Special K"!!

"Princess" ... this is what everyone at work calls me since I am the
youngest in the office, and I have a pillow hanging up in my cube that says
"The Princess Sleeps Here"

or, taking it one step further....

"Princess Bride".... my favorite movie... plus I'm getting married as soon
as I get back from the trail.... and I'm a princess  ;)

Or, I could just wait, like I'm planning to do. . .  ;-)

Kristen



From: Rick Bombaci


> Let's see.  There's "Scooter"--I've always liked that, it seems to me to
> carry the connotation of a freckled young country kid getting into
mischief.
>
> Then there's "Ishmael," so when people ask you your trailname you can
> respond, "Call me Ishmael."
>
> I liked the "The (hiker, or artist, or rambler) formerly known as ..."
> notion, although it depends on a familiarity with media stars, and
> therefore runs the risk of becoming dated.
>
> Then there's "Ramblin'", although rambling implies that there is no set
> goal, and the thru-hiking the AT seems to be a very goal-oriented
endeavor.
>
> You know, "Bodhisattva" or "Lotus Flower" or "Pearl (of Wisdom)" or
"Magus"
> would be really Cool, but they all involve living up to something.
>
> Perhaps "Sophomore" for a little self-deprecation.  But no one would get
> it. ("Wise fool" in Latin)  Everyone would think you were a 10th grader.
> Ohh, to be a 10th grader again...
>
> Should one use a pet name formerly only known to a few loved ones of long
> association?  (Let's see, Hobbes of "Calvin and Hobbes" seemed to prefer
> "Bitsy" or "Pookums.")
>
> You know, once when I was on a 50-mile hike in the White Mountains with my
> Boy Scout troop--maybe 20 of us, we were straggling along some muddy
> ridgetop, shoe laces untied, items clanging and banging around on our
> canvas packs, tripping over roots and rocks... and along comes this young
> man in his 20's.  To us, of course, he was an adult.  Everyone stops to
> make room to pass, and this fellow puts down his pack and takes out a
> delicious, fresh, red apple for each and every person.
>
> I never thought I'd meet "Johnny Appleseed" and I'm sure I'll never forget
> him.
>
> R.
>
>

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