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Hedy and me

Long before I was even a gleam in my father's eye, my mother decided she would call me after Hedwig Kiesler, better known in the 40s and 50s as the Hollywood filmstar Hedy Lamarr. By transferring the name, she hoped she would also magically transfer some of the beauty that Ms. Lamarr was famous for. Personally, I could have wished for some of her brains, as she co-invented an early technique for spread spectrum communications, a key to many forms of wireless communication -- but unfortunately the name is all Mum managed to steal and bestow on me.

(image of self as is, taken this morning in compliance with the meme that stipulates no beautifying or Photoshopping; so this is me straight from the shower, though I forgot I wasn't to comb my hair either. Lucky for me it's short enough never to get seriously mussed up, or if it did, you wouldn't be able to tell).



Sep. 19th, 2010 12:12 am (UTC)
Well, for me personally, quite a lot I think, as I can't even conceive of myself as going by any other name...even though, come to think of it, I have several that I answer to. Gamiila is one, Mata Krandjang another, and my mum sometimes calls me Tijn or Martinelli (my middle name's Martine). But these are only ever used at certain times by certain people or in certain places. However, I have come across people that have chosen to go by different names than their given ones, e.g. a girl in school who identified herself as Daisy, but whose passport was issued in the name of Lucienne. Even her own mother seemed to have forgotten what name she had given her originally.