Random Interests Meme--and a bit of Lymond?
So I really did want to do this meme which is you comment on a friend's blog, and they pick 7 of your interests to hear you out on. If you've already done this, then I'll pick a few for you to comment here on.
rowana tagged me for:
anne shirley, anthropology, beowulf, frances hodgson burnett, global nomad, prince charming and urban legends
Let's go backwards, just to give me a bit of motivation. (I really have a sad lack of random interests, which I realized when "strawberry pocky" came up in someone else's list. Strawberry pocky! The men's kind were the best, but POCKY!? It's the kind of random Japanese cultural thing that just hits me like a beam of joy.)
I think urban legends came from a "modify your interests according to this user" stint, but my friend Bethany whose in film and also studying interesting stuff and I talked about the book which related how urban legends come to be made. And how do they? In fact, I'd love to know how gossip works and am trying to actually notice, and it's interesting. Brains fluke, mostly, but the storage of information...
Anyway, I think a lot of folklore is essentially part their type of urban legend. You only take it so seriously, but Nora's cousin Eileen, she saw it herself--
And some of them just might be true.
Prince Charming actually reminds me of my friend Ayodele more than anything. In particular, I find Charming bland and passe. After all, didn't Beauty have a whole real-life scenario before her eyes of the difference between Charming and loveable? However. I am interested in being discovered by the metaphorical Prince Charming, one who's multifaceted and likely as much villain as I am hag. How goes that lovely quote about not marrying a perfect person if you could find them?
I am a Global Nomad, or at least part of a certain percentage of humanity labelled that by people dealing with kids raised "overseas" from whatever their parents' culture is. It's slightly different from being bi-cultural in that a kid can go to English boarding schools and never learn more than to greet a person in the national language of wherever they've been posted with their family and still be one. The other term is Third Culture Kid. This signifies someone who at a still developmental age lived for long enough in a culture beside their ethnic one--they have their cultural paradigm split enough that they tend to be more at home with each other than anyone.
The havoc it wreaks on the social interaction is fascinating. Generally they are conversable and widely informed people who have a hard time listening to monocultural people talk. I find speculative fiction circles actually quite a balm to the soul, as they're a minority and special-interest gathering with a certain synergy.
So. Don't worry about me being bored by you, okay?
Frances Hodgson Burnett is wonderful. A Secret Garden, The Little Princess, The Lost Prince--sure some of it's melodramatic, but it's YA popular literature and she's still one of my favorites.
I'll admit I've only read Seamus Heaney's take on Beowulf, but man. It's the story that counts right? Besides. I'm all for the spirit in translation, and the spirit of that had that bracing wind-whistle that reverberated into my Tolkien-loving soul so I understood what he was talking about.
And I need to read another translation. I will someday.
Anthropology talks about people. Just like history, literature, and my tribe. Cultural anthropology, as it relates to the finer delineations of specific cultures just enthralls me.
Anne Shirley may not seem like such a mystery. But honestly, as a hair-conscious individual, having Anne as what I perceived to be a global icon made me flattered when grandpas called out, "Hey, Red!" Her scrapes in the first few books embarrassed me for many years, but her sense of humor grew more and more acute, and when I read it to my sister Becky for the first time I'd internalized the whole thing so much I had my mother in stitches, eavesdropping, both for my voices and my total rendition of the humor embedded in all the charaterization in the text.
Phew. I could cut myself short to save my voice. (I set out to say "to save my big toes" but realised at the scene my mind concocted immediately that was a bit too much of an exaggeration.)
As for Lymond? I think I'm hooked now. Just finished Queen's Play and enjoyed it much more (except for the...Oonagh thing. Oh Lymond. You've broken my heart as well as O'LiamRoe's.)
Luckily, it's the kind of thing that you come out of and have an enforced rest. (The Dorothy Dunnett Companion will someday sit by me on a re-read. I'm serious! It's got the quotations translated, everything--good move, Ingenious Scholar-Writer, the world was needing that.)
My brain feels so pounded after a story like that, webbing around names and foreign couplets.
rowana tagged me for:
anne shirley, anthropology, beowulf, frances hodgson burnett, global nomad, prince charming and urban legends
Let's go backwards, just to give me a bit of motivation. (I really have a sad lack of random interests, which I realized when "strawberry pocky" came up in someone else's list. Strawberry pocky! The men's kind were the best, but POCKY!? It's the kind of random Japanese cultural thing that just hits me like a beam of joy.)
I think urban legends came from a "modify your interests according to this user" stint, but my friend Bethany whose in film and also studying interesting stuff and I talked about the book which related how urban legends come to be made. And how do they? In fact, I'd love to know how gossip works and am trying to actually notice, and it's interesting. Brains fluke, mostly, but the storage of information...
Anyway, I think a lot of folklore is essentially part their type of urban legend. You only take it so seriously, but Nora's cousin Eileen, she saw it herself--
And some of them just might be true.
Prince Charming actually reminds me of my friend Ayodele more than anything. In particular, I find Charming bland and passe. After all, didn't Beauty have a whole real-life scenario before her eyes of the difference between Charming and loveable? However. I am interested in being discovered by the metaphorical Prince Charming, one who's multifaceted and likely as much villain as I am hag. How goes that lovely quote about not marrying a perfect person if you could find them?
I am a Global Nomad, or at least part of a certain percentage of humanity labelled that by people dealing with kids raised "overseas" from whatever their parents' culture is. It's slightly different from being bi-cultural in that a kid can go to English boarding schools and never learn more than to greet a person in the national language of wherever they've been posted with their family and still be one. The other term is Third Culture Kid. This signifies someone who at a still developmental age lived for long enough in a culture beside their ethnic one--they have their cultural paradigm split enough that they tend to be more at home with each other than anyone.
The havoc it wreaks on the social interaction is fascinating. Generally they are conversable and widely informed people who have a hard time listening to monocultural people talk. I find speculative fiction circles actually quite a balm to the soul, as they're a minority and special-interest gathering with a certain synergy.
So. Don't worry about me being bored by you, okay?
Frances Hodgson Burnett is wonderful. A Secret Garden, The Little Princess, The Lost Prince--sure some of it's melodramatic, but it's YA popular literature and she's still one of my favorites.
I'll admit I've only read Seamus Heaney's take on Beowulf, but man. It's the story that counts right? Besides. I'm all for the spirit in translation, and the spirit of that had that bracing wind-whistle that reverberated into my Tolkien-loving soul so I understood what he was talking about.
And I need to read another translation. I will someday.
Anthropology talks about people. Just like history, literature, and my tribe. Cultural anthropology, as it relates to the finer delineations of specific cultures just enthralls me.
Anne Shirley may not seem like such a mystery. But honestly, as a hair-conscious individual, having Anne as what I perceived to be a global icon made me flattered when grandpas called out, "Hey, Red!" Her scrapes in the first few books embarrassed me for many years, but her sense of humor grew more and more acute, and when I read it to my sister Becky for the first time I'd internalized the whole thing so much I had my mother in stitches, eavesdropping, both for my voices and my total rendition of the humor embedded in all the charaterization in the text.
Phew. I could cut myself short to save my voice. (I set out to say "to save my big toes" but realised at the scene my mind concocted immediately that was a bit too much of an exaggeration.)
As for Lymond? I think I'm hooked now. Just finished Queen's Play and enjoyed it much more (except for the...Oonagh thing. Oh Lymond. You've broken my heart as well as O'LiamRoe's.)
Luckily, it's the kind of thing that you come out of and have an enforced rest. (The Dorothy Dunnett Companion will someday sit by me on a re-read. I'm serious! It's got the quotations translated, everything--good move, Ingenious Scholar-Writer, the world was needing that.)
My brain feels so pounded after a story like that, webbing around names and foreign couplets.