Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!

Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas.

It says "...freedom of...", not "...freedom from...".

"It's amazing to me how many people think that voting to have the government give poor people money is compassion. Helping poor and suffering people is compassion. Voting for our government to use guns to give money to help poor and suffering people is immoral self-righteous bullying laziness. People need to be fed, medicated, educated, clothed, and sheltered, and if we're compassionate we'll help them, but you get no moral credit for forcing other people to do what you think is right. There is great joy in helping people, but no joy in doing it at gunpoint." - Penn Jillette







Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Fall for Meme

Well...actually...it's a meme for Fall that I ganked from that Sunday Stealing site. Play along if you like. Or not. I'm still cleaning house, and will be for a long time - there's so much crap in this cracker box, it's a little overwhelming.
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It’s not really fall until... It's not really Fall until the air takes on that crisp, leaf loamy quality; that hint of frost and clarity; the touch of the wind stroking my face as it plucks leaves from the topmost branches and sets them drifting on their downward course; the scent of crimson and gold that tells me the season is turning.

What did you need to do in the waning days of summer for it to feel complete? Clean my house, top to bottom, rid it of the canned-air flavour of the A/C, sweep away the dust, the dirt, the grass and stones and twigs tracked in by weary feet and left in neglected corners.

A person I know was wrong for me but about whom I frequently thought after a break-up was... This presumes I dated or had serious relationships before I married...which I did not. I am now divorced and worry for my ex-husband's well-being...but I don't think that answers the spirit of the question. I was attracted to several people before I met my ex...and I still think fondly of one of them and wish him well. He was absolutely wrong for me, and it's just as well we were never together to begin with.

If you could only attend one major sporting event what would it be? Only one in my life? Hmm...I don't know. The Paris-Dakar rally would be awesome...but so would a number of horse races and a few sailing races. And then there's soccer, and hockey, and winter sports. I can't really think of any one that would choose over all others as my only event. Hey, how about the first Olympics? That'd be epic...

Assuming that you write an anonymous or partially anonymous blog, by what non-physically identifying characteristics might you be identified in a bar? This is a partially anonymous blog - except for one old photo of me buried in the archives (don't bother, I don't look like that any more anyway) and some recent pics of my poor broken toe, there aren't pics of myself on here. If I were in a bar, you might know me by my long hair (once blue at the tips, but alas now sadly washed out due to lack of funds for re-colouring) or by my tattoos if they're showing. Oh, wait, those are physical. I dunno. My laugh? The fact that I'm probably drinking water? That I'm sitting in a corner that doesn't have a window or walkway or another table behind me, facing all the doors/entrances/exits? Probably the best way to identify me is this - I'm the one who isn't there. I don't go to bars.

Most blogs cover some sort of niche – personal, political, dating, culinary, etc. What topic, if any, would you like to address on your blog but doesn't fit into your niche? I don't have a niche, I don't think. I'll discuss any topic that crosses my fevered little brain. Aren't you lucky?

If you could manipulate the time space continuum and give as many as three pieces of advice to a younger version of yourself, what advice would you give and to what age of you? 1 (any age, really, this one is ongoing): Don't be afraid to love freely - not everyone wants to use your love to hurt, use, or abuse you. There may even be one or two people in this old world who value, even treasure, what you give freely, and will return the favor in spades. 2 (to my middle-teens self): Don't give up on horseback riding just because you aren't your cousin who made the Olympics that one year...do what you love because you love it and quit worrying that you aren't good enough and so don't deserve it. This applies to more than riding, by the way. 3 (to my pre-teen self who was just beginning to identify and struggle with mental illness and its attendant issues): You can't help how you feel - but you can help what you do about those feelings. Remember that.

Who among your friends do you really wish had a blog because their stories, or perspective on something ought to be shared? Most of my friends have blogs...but of the ones who don't? Sir Richard. Hands down. He doesn't even have a computer, and I wish he did...he's a writer, and his stories are amazing, beautiful, intelligent, challenging, and entertaining as all get out.

If you were to take an e-cation (vacation from the trappings of our electronic world,) and assuming that employment obligations would allow it, how long of a break could you take? Umm...none. I live as much in the Blue Nowhere as I do in Mundania, and I'm happy here. What's "employment obligations"?

What would you miss the most, the least? If forced to forgo my beloved Blue Nowhere and the burg of Blogopolis...I'd miss my e-quaintances the most. Seriously, some morning y'all (and the Evil Genius) are what keep me going...

On September 11'th of this year, I attended a couple of parties and was somewhat conflicted by the fact that this ignoble anniversary shall pass with it being just another day in the eyes of many (and in some ways my own eyes as well.) Thoughts? September 11 IS just another day...it falls between September 10 and September 12. What makes it special or important is how we remember events that fell on one particular September 11...and we aren't relegated to one date for that. We carry the memory with us every day and may celebrate or mourn it as we see fit.

How high are your walls? They are high, and wide, and deep.

Who was the last person to scale them? Ah...now that I am not at liberty to share, but he didn't scale them, really...I opened the gate and welcomed him in.

What tools should would-be climbers have on their belt? Compassion, understanding, empathy, and a very large bottle of the liquor of their choice. Unless you're speaking literally, and then they should have hammers, carabiners (carabeeners??), chalk powder, water, rope, and whatever else a climber needs - I really don't know, as I only ever climbed trees...

The sexiest thing a man or a woman can say to you (or has said to you) is: Nothing I can repeat on a blog my MOTHER reads! One of the sweetest things, though, was when Someone said "There's no excuse for you - the Goddess doesn't need an excuse for excellence." I know!!

1 comment:

Momlady said...

Uh huh, and it seems your ex reads it also.