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sinstresses questions...
1. How and where would you like to grow old? What kinds of things would you do?
In the hills of Kentucky, surrounded by kudzu. I'd hate to grow old in a place that's all clean and new - I want my house and my garden and my porch to be decaying WITH me. I want a couple of young folks who come by and talk and discuss important worldly things with me that are just a bit too modern for my grasp, and I want to have battles with my neighbors over the horrible stink of my goats and I want to create strange and mysterious art that no one around me understands (except for the young folks, who are fascinated by my odd brain) and I want to be curmudgeonly and jaded and fresh as a daisy all at once. And to drink lemonade out of mason jars.
2. What animal/creature(mystical or real) do you think relates to what you are or would want to be?
Real animal-wise, I've got great respect for scavengers. Rats and goats and sparrows and coyotes, all those critters in the stare-you-humans-down category. Mystically, I'm more a tree girl than an animal girl - I could work some Entish action, except I'm really not that big, and dryads, while treeish, seem too rooted and wispy. Hm. Being a little goat-footed faun girl would be lovely - romping about with Dionysus and Pan and all those mad-things, getting fresh grapes whenever I please, leaving devilish footprints behind? Oh, yes. Or just something properly fey...wrestling with Puck and screaming bloody furious murder in his face.
3.If you never had to work and every thing you could possibly want was already there...what would you do to fill the gaps of otherwise mindless drone time?
Ha, good one. Arg! I want to talk about all the things I would buy and make and acquire, but if I've already GOT everything I could possibly want...erg! I'd probably become a horrible dilettante, yeah? Because wanting and wishing for things is kind of what I wrap my life around. I'd have to work toward insubstantial things, I guess. Actually learn to kick ass. Play the fiddle. Go sailing on my fabulous wood-and-brass-and-loveliness ship. Meddle in the lives of my buds and get them to play along. The accumulation of skills, basically. If I didn't keep playing, expanding, if I had no challenges at ALL in my life or mind, I'd get horribly depressed.
4. What is your view on sex and love ...you think they jive hand in hand or are they two different beasties?
All of this being very hypothetical, of course...*grin*
I THINK they're two different things. Sex is a way of communicating with your body, a way of sealing a deal or making a vow, whether to another person or to yourself. Which makes absolutely no sense, does it? I guess sex to me is an exchange - of body fluids, of energy, of vulnerability and aggression and passion. That exchange can be wrapped around love or hate or commerce or friendship.
Then again, I think love itself is a sort of exchange. Hm. Fuck, this question is really difficult. *Grin* In my overly practical world view, love is also an exchange, on a slightly more abstract level. My most personal and romanticized concept of love is summed up in the image of two people, fighting back to back. Knowing each other's weaknesses, protecting the other's back because they're protecting yours, working together in seamless harmony, feeling wicked elation in that harmony. Love is the emotional shortcut that makes that partnership functional and blissful. Heh. So, um, I don't know. Love and sex aren't necessarily connected to each other, but belong to the same category, if that makes sense, and they tend to work rather nicely when combined well.
5.Reincarnation? Everyone go to the same afterlife? or do we all just die ?
I have no idea. Reincarnation, in the way it's usually described, sounds like a shitty gig to me. I wouldn't mind coming back again, I guess, but having all my memories wiped? Icky. I've also got problems with the typical Heavenish afterlife - the idea of an existence without care or woe sounds very boring. I'm kind of melancholic - in order for moments to have impact and to bring me real pleasure, there NEEDS to be some poignance, a tiny bit of ache to highlight it. And the idea of just dying? Dull dull dull.
On some level, I expect to die and end up in a cosmic waiting room where all the standard options are paraded in front of me as I frown and squirm in my seat and get glazy-eyed. Maybe I'll ask for a bathroom break and sneak out through the window. I'll end up wandering around the universe, meddling and sticking my nose in, and the Powers That Be can page me periodically and offer me new thoughts and ideas. Kind of like the old soldier that neither Heaven nor Hell would take, heh.
I guess what I really want is a continued life, the further adventures of. Like in the Chronicles of Narnia, when they all make it to Aslan's Country, and they're running without growing tired and swimming up waterfalls and everyone's shouting, "Further up and further in!" Things keep getting deeper and more complex and layered and lovely the further in they go. Bigger and bigger as you get closer to the center. I like that. One big adventure.
sinstresses questions...1. How and where would you like to grow old? What kinds of things would you do?
In the hills of Kentucky, surrounded by kudzu. I'd hate to grow old in a place that's all clean and new - I want my house and my garden and my porch to be decaying WITH me. I want a couple of young folks who come by and talk and discuss important worldly things with me that are just a bit too modern for my grasp, and I want to have battles with my neighbors over the horrible stink of my goats and I want to create strange and mysterious art that no one around me understands (except for the young folks, who are fascinated by my odd brain) and I want to be curmudgeonly and jaded and fresh as a daisy all at once. And to drink lemonade out of mason jars.
2. What animal/creature(mystical or real) do you think relates to what you are or would want to be?
Real animal-wise, I've got great respect for scavengers. Rats and goats and sparrows and coyotes, all those critters in the stare-you-humans-down category. Mystically, I'm more a tree girl than an animal girl - I could work some Entish action, except I'm really not that big, and dryads, while treeish, seem too rooted and wispy. Hm. Being a little goat-footed faun girl would be lovely - romping about with Dionysus and Pan and all those mad-things, getting fresh grapes whenever I please, leaving devilish footprints behind? Oh, yes. Or just something properly fey...wrestling with Puck and screaming bloody furious murder in his face.
3.If you never had to work and every thing you could possibly want was already there...what would you do to fill the gaps of otherwise mindless drone time?
Ha, good one. Arg! I want to talk about all the things I would buy and make and acquire, but if I've already GOT everything I could possibly want...erg! I'd probably become a horrible dilettante, yeah? Because wanting and wishing for things is kind of what I wrap my life around. I'd have to work toward insubstantial things, I guess. Actually learn to kick ass. Play the fiddle. Go sailing on my fabulous wood-and-brass-and-loveliness ship. Meddle in the lives of my buds and get them to play along. The accumulation of skills, basically. If I didn't keep playing, expanding, if I had no challenges at ALL in my life or mind, I'd get horribly depressed.
4. What is your view on sex and love ...you think they jive hand in hand or are they two different beasties?
All of this being very hypothetical, of course...*grin*
I THINK they're two different things. Sex is a way of communicating with your body, a way of sealing a deal or making a vow, whether to another person or to yourself. Which makes absolutely no sense, does it? I guess sex to me is an exchange - of body fluids, of energy, of vulnerability and aggression and passion. That exchange can be wrapped around love or hate or commerce or friendship.
Then again, I think love itself is a sort of exchange. Hm. Fuck, this question is really difficult. *Grin* In my overly practical world view, love is also an exchange, on a slightly more abstract level. My most personal and romanticized concept of love is summed up in the image of two people, fighting back to back. Knowing each other's weaknesses, protecting the other's back because they're protecting yours, working together in seamless harmony, feeling wicked elation in that harmony. Love is the emotional shortcut that makes that partnership functional and blissful. Heh. So, um, I don't know. Love and sex aren't necessarily connected to each other, but belong to the same category, if that makes sense, and they tend to work rather nicely when combined well.
5.Reincarnation? Everyone go to the same afterlife? or do we all just die ?
I have no idea. Reincarnation, in the way it's usually described, sounds like a shitty gig to me. I wouldn't mind coming back again, I guess, but having all my memories wiped? Icky. I've also got problems with the typical Heavenish afterlife - the idea of an existence without care or woe sounds very boring. I'm kind of melancholic - in order for moments to have impact and to bring me real pleasure, there NEEDS to be some poignance, a tiny bit of ache to highlight it. And the idea of just dying? Dull dull dull.
On some level, I expect to die and end up in a cosmic waiting room where all the standard options are paraded in front of me as I frown and squirm in my seat and get glazy-eyed. Maybe I'll ask for a bathroom break and sneak out through the window. I'll end up wandering around the universe, meddling and sticking my nose in, and the Powers That Be can page me periodically and offer me new thoughts and ideas. Kind of like the old soldier that neither Heaven nor Hell would take, heh.
I guess what I really want is a continued life, the further adventures of. Like in the Chronicles of Narnia, when they all make it to Aslan's Country, and they're running without growing tired and swimming up waterfalls and everyone's shouting, "Further up and further in!" Things keep getting deeper and more complex and layered and lovely the further in they go. Bigger and bigger as you get closer to the center. I like that. One big adventure.
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in the blink of an eye
Date: 2003-06-10 03:03 pm (UTC)and yes i asked you about the sex love thing mostly because you have great philosophy's on that sort of stuff that most people panzy out of and say well sex is better with someone you love ...then they leave it like that ...grrrrrr.
HAHAAAA i have got an idea i could get a house with a huge plot of land with trees all around a buried little nook of a place and there be katie ;) plenty of wood to widdle away the days .
I dig the thought of afterlfe just being this little spirit like holding world ...then our energy is put into someon new and though people can figure out their reincarnation history most never will because they donte seek to acess that information. I also like the old souls travel in pack idea ...
hrmmm i miss the days when conversations like this existed face to face...oh missing the katie
Re: in the blink of an eye
Date: 2003-06-11 06:35 am (UTC)and now i'm sitting here thinking of all kinds of everything-i-want-and-need scenarios...
Re: in the blink of an eye
Date: 2003-06-11 09:00 am (UTC)I often ponder what I've unknowingly committed to. How many times have I sold my soul to the spirit lurking behind that bookshelf? Or have I said something that, years later, came to be only because I once spoke of it? It wouldn't surprise me if, because of that one time I rearranged the fridge magnets in 1992, I inadvertently told my universe that I wanted Jesus-flavored Poptarts for breakfast every morning when I die.
Re: in the blink of an eye
Date: 2003-06-11 10:34 am (UTC)"The Son of God can taste like whatever he pleases! He can taste like congealed strawberry goo framed by pasteboard if he LIKES! Toasted, even!"
Mmmm. Strawberry Jesus. Makes communion so much more fun.
no subject
Date: 2003-06-10 07:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-11 06:31 am (UTC)(gotta unpack my damn comic books, rassin' frassin')
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Date: 2003-06-11 12:26 pm (UTC)for I HAVE THEM
mwah ah aha
I need to finish it up.