interview meem, from angelweed
1. I know you've explored many spiritual paths. What themes tie your journeys together?
Feminism and yoga. I see the two as sharing a deep connection.
2. You wrote right now I see the world facing an irruption of wakan such as has not been seen before ... I'm thinking this would make a great Neil Gaiman novel! Say more, about what that novel would be like...
Maybe it could be titled The Flying None ...
For this one, Neil inexplicably moved the setting from England to Washington, DC, specifically the DC Metro. It opens with a commuter getting off at the Dupont Circle stop one bleak Monday morning when she's already in a crappy mood... only to find that the ultra-long Dupont Circle escalators are all broken again, and she faces an exhausting slog to the top. And she's just getting over a sprained ankle. The curse dies unspoken on her lips as she looks up in wonder to see several commuters gracefully levitate up the escalator shaft to ground level. They've all vanished from sight at the top before she can reach the foot of the stairs, and she has to struggle up with everyone else, favoring her ankle by the time she reaches the top. She had seen one of the levitating people drop her shoe up ahead just before they were all lost to sight. When she finds it on the sidewalk and picks it up, suddenly her ankle stops hurting and her mood feels brighter than it has in a long time. So on a sudden impulse she decides to hold onto the shoe, maybe find the owner. But then she notices it's a size 14, and she says, "Who the fuck wears size 14 spike heeled pumps? At least she should be easy to spot..."
Well, I hope sketching out Chapter 1 will do for now...
3. What kind of music do you like?
Keeping it a very brief summary, because it would be too easy to drone on forever on this topic:
I have a particular fondness for world music and folk music, particularly how they intertwine with each other and with rock-'n'-roll. Probably my largest nexus of music appreciation clusters around this node. This is saying a lot because "world music" covers a huge range of different styles. For Indian classical music, I prefer Carnatic to Hindustani. Tonight I went to a concert at the Smithsonian of classical Turkish Sufi music by the Ahmet Özhan Ensemble with lyrics by Rumi, to celebrate his 800th birthday this year, one of my lesbian Muslim friends invited me to go with her. Classical Turkish music has such a delicate loveliness and grace, it's always been one favorite out of many. I just mentioned it because I went to that concert tonight, it would take too long to list everything I like.
Mainly, I like hearing women's contributions to each genre. All the country music I like is by women, the same pretty much applies to other genres like contemporary rock, punk, rhythm and blues. Women plus rock-'n'-roll is perhaps my favorite. I'm always on the lookout for compilations of female world music artists. I like world music that expands its traditional source material into fascinating new areas while still maintaining its roots. I especially like music by queer women: "Spider Web" by Joan Osborne is a great example of a song that truly kicks my ass, kicks it right into a better place.
4. Think of three animals, for your childhood, your early adult life, and your present: What are they? How do they get along?
Childhood is a small subterranean hidden critter that no one has noticed.
Early adult life is an eagle with a broken wing. Can sorta fly a little.
My life now: A cat. A feline who as she gets older and lazier likes to curl up in the sun, and stretching makes her feel even lazier. purrrr
Wait, something won't let her lie still. A faint noise underground. She gently pulls up the critter into the light of day.
"My gosh, how long had you been down there?"
They're interrupted by a fluttering outside the window. "I almost flew!"
Cat says, "I'm amazed how you even made a try."
Eagle says, "You look like a magick cat. Can you heal me?"
Cat says, "Sorry, you're out of my reach now, but tell you what. You can forgive yourself for having a bum wing, 'cause it isn't your fault."
Eagle says, "You know what, you're right! That's a big improvement right there."
Critter says, "What a smart, helpful kitty you are!" :)
meow
5. What's in your kitchen?
Mama Africa's Red Chilli Zulu Sauce. (Every bottle comes strung with wooden beads)
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1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview me."
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5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, ask them five questions.
Feminism and yoga. I see the two as sharing a deep connection.
2. You wrote right now I see the world facing an irruption of wakan such as has not been seen before ... I'm thinking this would make a great Neil Gaiman novel! Say more, about what that novel would be like...
Maybe it could be titled The Flying None ...
For this one, Neil inexplicably moved the setting from England to Washington, DC, specifically the DC Metro. It opens with a commuter getting off at the Dupont Circle stop one bleak Monday morning when she's already in a crappy mood... only to find that the ultra-long Dupont Circle escalators are all broken again, and she faces an exhausting slog to the top. And she's just getting over a sprained ankle. The curse dies unspoken on her lips as she looks up in wonder to see several commuters gracefully levitate up the escalator shaft to ground level. They've all vanished from sight at the top before she can reach the foot of the stairs, and she has to struggle up with everyone else, favoring her ankle by the time she reaches the top. She had seen one of the levitating people drop her shoe up ahead just before they were all lost to sight. When she finds it on the sidewalk and picks it up, suddenly her ankle stops hurting and her mood feels brighter than it has in a long time. So on a sudden impulse she decides to hold onto the shoe, maybe find the owner. But then she notices it's a size 14, and she says, "Who the fuck wears size 14 spike heeled pumps? At least she should be easy to spot..."
Well, I hope sketching out Chapter 1 will do for now...
3. What kind of music do you like?
Keeping it a very brief summary, because it would be too easy to drone on forever on this topic:
I have a particular fondness for world music and folk music, particularly how they intertwine with each other and with rock-'n'-roll. Probably my largest nexus of music appreciation clusters around this node. This is saying a lot because "world music" covers a huge range of different styles. For Indian classical music, I prefer Carnatic to Hindustani. Tonight I went to a concert at the Smithsonian of classical Turkish Sufi music by the Ahmet Özhan Ensemble with lyrics by Rumi, to celebrate his 800th birthday this year, one of my lesbian Muslim friends invited me to go with her. Classical Turkish music has such a delicate loveliness and grace, it's always been one favorite out of many. I just mentioned it because I went to that concert tonight, it would take too long to list everything I like.
Mainly, I like hearing women's contributions to each genre. All the country music I like is by women, the same pretty much applies to other genres like contemporary rock, punk, rhythm and blues. Women plus rock-'n'-roll is perhaps my favorite. I'm always on the lookout for compilations of female world music artists. I like world music that expands its traditional source material into fascinating new areas while still maintaining its roots. I especially like music by queer women: "Spider Web" by Joan Osborne is a great example of a song that truly kicks my ass, kicks it right into a better place.
4. Think of three animals, for your childhood, your early adult life, and your present: What are they? How do they get along?
Childhood is a small subterranean hidden critter that no one has noticed.
Early adult life is an eagle with a broken wing. Can sorta fly a little.
My life now: A cat. A feline who as she gets older and lazier likes to curl up in the sun, and stretching makes her feel even lazier. purrrr
Wait, something won't let her lie still. A faint noise underground. She gently pulls up the critter into the light of day.
"My gosh, how long had you been down there?"
They're interrupted by a fluttering outside the window. "I almost flew!"
Cat says, "I'm amazed how you even made a try."
Eagle says, "You look like a magick cat. Can you heal me?"
Cat says, "Sorry, you're out of my reach now, but tell you what. You can forgive yourself for having a bum wing, 'cause it isn't your fault."
Eagle says, "You know what, you're right! That's a big improvement right there."
Critter says, "What a smart, helpful kitty you are!" :)
meow
5. What's in your kitchen?
Mama Africa's Red Chilli Zulu Sauce. (Every bottle comes strung with wooden beads)
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If you want to play too:
1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so i can get to know you better.
3. Update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. Include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, ask them five questions.