More response to Meme Sheepage
The remainder of the words from Ian are: decadent, delicious, mentor.
Decadent.
Something I'd like more of! A deep, hot bath tub, with the option of limitless refills, an inflatable pillow for my neck that doesn't become clamy or prickly (as plastic seams are wont to do), a platter of delicate morsels to nibble on, a pot of lovely tea, refreshed whenever I like, light music, not too distracting, and some reading of the free and easy kind. Real decadence would somehow also include massage that didn't require me getting out of the tub, but I struggle to picture the mechanics of it.
Delicious.
Obviously, mushrooms. Mmmmmm. Also asparagus, peas, bread and butter pickles, freshly picked peaches (especially alberta), perfectly ripe pears, banana cake so fresh it's still warm, the slices spread with lemon cream cheese, and my home made pea and ham soup. And cheesecake, of course.
Come to think of it, pretty much any food prepared well and with fresh ingredients hits my delicious button. Although weirdly enough, I almost never think of custard as delicious - good custard is instead intensely satisfying. Not sure why, given that it and mushrooms are key to my culinary ideal ("all meals should contain mushrooms and custard, just not in the same dish.")
Mentor.
Really, really wish I had one at the moment. Actually, I feel the need for two - one for my writing and one for SCA arts and sciences. For writing, I want someone to hold my hand and lead me into the world of Writers, to introduce me to the People You Should Know and guide me in the mysteries of publication. I don't feel the need for help to actually write, it's the next step of getting my writing read that I feel lost and helpless and in need of guidance.
With the SCA, it's simpler - I have half a dozen different streams, several linked in terms of skill sets, that I want to follow. I have the knowledge, lots of the tools, access to the resources. Problem is, I'm suffering from Tragic Sweetie Syndrome and never know which one to do first, so I keep chasing my tail around all of them. What I need is someone to be firm and keep me stuck to one project to completion, then the next, and so on. Someone to grab my tail when I start chasing it, basically.
Two very different mentor models, for two very seperate parts of my lives. And in both cases, I know the person I would love to ask to take on that role, but neither live locally, and I suspect that's something I am going to need.
John seems to have given me 8 words by mistake - spooky, song, pop, politic, flat, far, plan, tea. I'll give them all a go!
Spooky.
I've never really been "into" spooky. I don't mean horror - I like a good scary movie as much as the next person - I mean spoooooooky. I don't go into places and "feel a presence" or get freaked out by thing much. And yet I live in a house where for 12 years or so, when the living room door opened by itself, I'd ask it to close and it did. I've had people tell me there's a friendly spirit in the house; if that's the case, I can't think who it is, since as far as I know, no one has died here, and the most likely candidate for a a haunting was the chap who built it, then spent most of his retirement doing redecorating out of sheer boredom. If i came home and the house had been repainted, I might belive Mr Toohey was still around the place.
I'm happy to walk in graveyards at night, I love thunderstorms and windy nights, and I know exactly what's under my bed. I just don't seem to get "spooky".
Song.
Life. When I stop singing, it's a good bet I'm in a black place. Music is emotion turned into communication, and song is the most intimate form of music. Life without song isn't life, it's existance.
Sigh - things to do; more tomorrow.
Decadent.
Something I'd like more of! A deep, hot bath tub, with the option of limitless refills, an inflatable pillow for my neck that doesn't become clamy or prickly (as plastic seams are wont to do), a platter of delicate morsels to nibble on, a pot of lovely tea, refreshed whenever I like, light music, not too distracting, and some reading of the free and easy kind. Real decadence would somehow also include massage that didn't require me getting out of the tub, but I struggle to picture the mechanics of it.
Delicious.
Obviously, mushrooms. Mmmmmm. Also asparagus, peas, bread and butter pickles, freshly picked peaches (especially alberta), perfectly ripe pears, banana cake so fresh it's still warm, the slices spread with lemon cream cheese, and my home made pea and ham soup. And cheesecake, of course.
Come to think of it, pretty much any food prepared well and with fresh ingredients hits my delicious button. Although weirdly enough, I almost never think of custard as delicious - good custard is instead intensely satisfying. Not sure why, given that it and mushrooms are key to my culinary ideal ("all meals should contain mushrooms and custard, just not in the same dish.")
Mentor.
Really, really wish I had one at the moment. Actually, I feel the need for two - one for my writing and one for SCA arts and sciences. For writing, I want someone to hold my hand and lead me into the world of Writers, to introduce me to the People You Should Know and guide me in the mysteries of publication. I don't feel the need for help to actually write, it's the next step of getting my writing read that I feel lost and helpless and in need of guidance.
With the SCA, it's simpler - I have half a dozen different streams, several linked in terms of skill sets, that I want to follow. I have the knowledge, lots of the tools, access to the resources. Problem is, I'm suffering from Tragic Sweetie Syndrome and never know which one to do first, so I keep chasing my tail around all of them. What I need is someone to be firm and keep me stuck to one project to completion, then the next, and so on. Someone to grab my tail when I start chasing it, basically.
Two very different mentor models, for two very seperate parts of my lives. And in both cases, I know the person I would love to ask to take on that role, but neither live locally, and I suspect that's something I am going to need.
John seems to have given me 8 words by mistake - spooky, song, pop, politic, flat, far, plan, tea. I'll give them all a go!
Spooky.
I've never really been "into" spooky. I don't mean horror - I like a good scary movie as much as the next person - I mean spoooooooky. I don't go into places and "feel a presence" or get freaked out by thing much. And yet I live in a house where for 12 years or so, when the living room door opened by itself, I'd ask it to close and it did. I've had people tell me there's a friendly spirit in the house; if that's the case, I can't think who it is, since as far as I know, no one has died here, and the most likely candidate for a a haunting was the chap who built it, then spent most of his retirement doing redecorating out of sheer boredom. If i came home and the house had been repainted, I might belive Mr Toohey was still around the place.
I'm happy to walk in graveyards at night, I love thunderstorms and windy nights, and I know exactly what's under my bed. I just don't seem to get "spooky".
Song.
Life. When I stop singing, it's a good bet I'm in a black place. Music is emotion turned into communication, and song is the most intimate form of music. Life without song isn't life, it's existance.
Sigh - things to do; more tomorrow.