February 3rd, 2006
|11:39 pm - Ten things|
For my course next week you have to take along ten things that represent yourself. Ten is a lot. Also, I don't really get on with things too well. I am a material girl, don't get me wrong, but I break or lose things too quickly to really get attached to them. When I was fifteen my Latin teacher said to me 'I'm glad I'm not married to you, communicator, because everything you lay your hand on falls to pieces.' This may have been a reference to the Latin textbook.
Could take along some photos. But while I like to see photos, I hate the process of taking photos. I was at the Chinese restaurant (the same one we are going to tomorrow after the rehearsal) and it was this guy's birthday, so they brought out a big pineapple covered in sparklers. And none of the people at the table looked at this big fiery pineapple, because they were all looking at the tiny image of it on their mobile phones. Same at the Franz Ferdinand concert. You go to see a band, and you watch them through a minute screen?
So sometimes I associate 'things' with dislocation from experience. On the other hand I also sort of despise my own tendency to be crap with things, and I think that's another sort of dissociation from reality.
What sort of things would you choose?
Ooh, hard one! Let's see...
- my library card
- a photo of Greg
- a plush cat to represent my beloved furry companions
- my DVD remote control
- my copy of the illustrated zine I made of Vila Restal's E-mails and presented to Michael Keating (who also signed my copy)
- my Corgi Liberator
- some chocolate
- my Jean Luc Picard doll to represent SF in general
- a printout of some SQL code or something like that
- a jar of red or green curry paste
I made it!
I like the way you have been able to pick a symbolic small item for the things that are important to you
The last book I wrote.
Picture of my entire family.
Blue sweater everybody associates with me.
Swiss Army knife or duct tape. People call me a fix-it god.
A copy of my last credit card bill, the one with the $1000 purchase of a really obscure reference set. Which is the proof that I am a book geek, without all the books.
$1000 purchase of a really obscure reference set
Bloody hell! That'll do it right there. In fact I suppose the perfect set of ten things would be ones which couldn't point ot anyone else but you.
Hm, that's difficult. Most of my stuff is part of some fairly tangential hobby or other, and would give a bit of a misleading impression in a Pile Of Ten Things.
- my home-made copy of Rithmomachia (a ridiculous mediaeval boardgame)
- my most recent library overdue notice
- a flouncy skirt
- a pile of oil pastels
- a torch
- a muffin or slice of cake
- a hat? If it's winter, anyway, summer hats are rubbish.
- my laptop? Is that cheating?
- an umbrella that is also a fencing sword! (NB I do not own one of these, would have to acquire for purposes of the exercise)
- eh, another game of some sort; maybe Hive or a set of Icehouse pieces or Blitz und Donner. Or maybe a second umbrella that is also a fencing sword! This one can unfurl to become a projection screen showing episodes of the Best Television Show Ever (NB shows declared Best Ever traditionally not actually Best Ever, have recently included Special Unit Two, Batman of the Future and early-seasons MacGyver)
Oh dear, this would all give quite the wrong idea, I'm really a balding bearded man who hates games and eats only lettuce because he believes that by so doing he will eliminate the evils of television from the world, you know.
So, Rithmomachia is more or less the Glass Bead Game without the simplicity?
|Date:||February 4th, 2006 03:22 am (UTC)|| |
Hi, I found this question via vilakins
and had to have a go, hope you don't mind... the remarkably silly (so what's new?) answer's here
Hi Sally, I'm about to zoom out for the day but I just stopped to check lj and we do know each other from way back on the freedom city list, I think. Nice to 'see' you again.
|Date:||February 5th, 2006 06:08 am (UTC)|| |
Well if you were there, I was there too, so hello again!!
none of the people at the table looked at this big fiery pineapple, because they were all looking at the tiny image of it on their mobile phones
Like when we saw the Mona Lisa. Which we hardly saw, because there were so many people's arms in the way, lifting up their mobile phones, and because we were so absorbed watching the faces of the people looking through their mobile phones...
And when we took the cog railway up Mt Washington and saw a mother shove her small child out of the window seat so she (the mother) could video the scenery.
My favourite one was the brother in law of a friend who got annoyed when his child learned to walk because he kept getting in between him and the telly
'Look, our son's first steps'
'Down in front!'
I think I saw her eyebrow among the massed tourists
I actually love doing stuff like this. I mean, thinking of things that represent me/other people. I always used to enjoy doing similar things at school, whenever we had to. Compiling the list, that is. Actually showing it to anyone else was embarassing and painful, because they thought I was a weirdo, and that bothered me back then *g*. Ten isn't enough things.
1) A chopping board, for cooking, or just some food.
2) A copy of 'Spaced Out', the William Shatner/Leonard Nimoy album (which I borrowed from someone yesterday, and now have on my computer! EEE!)
3) My Latin copy of 'Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone' - two hobbies in one!
4) A book about films.
5) Something to do with my writing and fanfiction. A printout of my last story, maybe, or a zine.
6) A postcard my mother once gave me of a painting of a woman and a little girl with her arms around her neck.
7) My stuffed toy penguin which my father made when I was a baby, Pengy (hard 'g').
8) A copy of a classic sci-fi or fantasy book. Maybe 'The Left Hand of Darkness' or 'Dune'.
9) A photograph of my friends.
10) My prayer flags from Nepal.
I like 7 and 10 in particular. I don't have anything with that sort of resonance.
I'm a hoarder. I'm not materialistic particularly, but I like having familiar things around me, stacked and ordered. That's sometimes cool, but I often wish I didn't have so much crap *g*. It makes moving very difficult, but then, I hate moving, so maybe that's the point.