Meme a little meme of H
H is for HOT, which Melbourne has been in spades (not to mention diamonds, hearts and clubs) for the last three days. Tomorrow the Bureau of Meteorology is predicting FORTY-FOUR DEGREES CELSIUS (111F), God help us. With forty-two degrees on Friday before the heatwave breaks. Fortunately, I'm now within reach of sea breezes, and the house is currently quite bearable. But FORTY-FOUR DEGREES. After almost a month and a half of very cool, low-key summer. Is madness.
Anyway. widgetfox sprung a meme on my Friends page, and in the spirit of keeping things light I volunteered. I asked for a letter, she gave me H, and I now have following questions to answer.
Something I hate: Horror movies. Can't bear 'em. I'm not a particularly fearful person, and am pretty light on in the phobia department (OK with spiders and snakes, not bad on heights so long as they're *secure* heights, do get claustrophobic, but the space has to be too small for me to lift my head... spelunking, aieeee no thanks), but by God I cannot deal with horror movies, especially those with evil hauntings and demon possession and all those In The Mind things that stick and stick in my head and won't go away.
Something I love: Halva. Not the gelatinous stuff, the type that like a crumbly ground sesame cake (a sort of sweet tahini sandcastle), especially if it's fresh, coated with nuts and laced with chocolate. Phwaw. I have a local Lebanese grocer that sells all manner of obscure imported goods (aronia herbal infusion from Czech Republic, anyone?) that often sells this cheaply. I didn't realise how cheaply until I discovered another dealer in Highpoint Shopping Centre and the price was about five times what I pay at the Lebanese grocer...
Somewhere I have been: Hobart, the capital of Tasmania, which is a very lovely city indeed. The last time I went to visit the Megamix, she took me to this excellent offbeat museum called MONA, which was built on the takings of a gambling syndicate set up by a local brilliant eccentric and his team of gamblers with Aspergers (for whom card-counting is very easy and accurate). I didn't get to see much, as I was toting an increasingly grumpy B2 with me, but I definitely intend to return.
Somewhere I would like to go: Hanoi. I'm slightly embarrassed to admit it, as I do cultural diversity management and am supposed to be all about Cultural Enrichment and all intaLECKchool like, but one of the big attractions of Vietnam for me is its proliferation of beautiful Asian fabrics and cheap, fast, high-quality tailors. So many people I've known have come back from Vietnam with beautiful, beautiful tailor-made garments, and I want IN. You can seriously bring them any garment or even picture of a garment that you love and get them to recreate it in a fabric of your choice. Am speechless just thinking of such glory (and yes, I do have a stash of almost-dead garments I've kept just in case). I've long said if I'm ever rolling about in riches I would give Chanel and Louboutin the finger, source my own fabrics or oversee getting fabrics designed, come up with my own clothing designs and have my garments made to measure by my own personal tailor. In Vietnam, I could just about live this dream already!
Someone I know: Helen. I've known many Helens in my time, but I seldom seem to have more than one at a time in my orbit. My Hellenic History started badly, with a truly Horrendous Helen in primary school who bullied me in very nasty fashion for years and a teacher who terrified everyone and would these days get DONE for verbal abuse (and probably physical - I have memories of her yanking a boy across the classroom by his ear). After that came a lull, only to have a Helen re-emerge in the form of dilettantiquity, who did an excellent job of the artwork for my first album, then faded from LJ. These days, the Helen I have most contact with is another LJ contact, the lovely glitzfrau (waves).
Best movie: Gad, I really struggled with this one, even with Wikipedia's list of H movies in front of me. Quite liked "Harold and Maude", "Hotel Rwanda" and "Heathers", but best seems too strong a word. I've seen all the Harry Potter movies, and would probably nominate Azkaban as the best of them without feeling compelled to list is as my Best Movie Starting With H. Gah. Pass. Too hard basket.
Anyway. widgetfox sprung a meme on my Friends page, and in the spirit of keeping things light I volunteered. I asked for a letter, she gave me H, and I now have following questions to answer.
Something I hate: Horror movies. Can't bear 'em. I'm not a particularly fearful person, and am pretty light on in the phobia department (OK with spiders and snakes, not bad on heights so long as they're *secure* heights, do get claustrophobic, but the space has to be too small for me to lift my head... spelunking, aieeee no thanks), but by God I cannot deal with horror movies, especially those with evil hauntings and demon possession and all those In The Mind things that stick and stick in my head and won't go away.
Something I love: Halva. Not the gelatinous stuff, the type that like a crumbly ground sesame cake (a sort of sweet tahini sandcastle), especially if it's fresh, coated with nuts and laced with chocolate. Phwaw. I have a local Lebanese grocer that sells all manner of obscure imported goods (aronia herbal infusion from Czech Republic, anyone?) that often sells this cheaply. I didn't realise how cheaply until I discovered another dealer in Highpoint Shopping Centre and the price was about five times what I pay at the Lebanese grocer...
Somewhere I have been: Hobart, the capital of Tasmania, which is a very lovely city indeed. The last time I went to visit the Megamix, she took me to this excellent offbeat museum called MONA, which was built on the takings of a gambling syndicate set up by a local brilliant eccentric and his team of gamblers with Aspergers (for whom card-counting is very easy and accurate). I didn't get to see much, as I was toting an increasingly grumpy B2 with me, but I definitely intend to return.
Somewhere I would like to go: Hanoi. I'm slightly embarrassed to admit it, as I do cultural diversity management and am supposed to be all about Cultural Enrichment and all intaLECKchool like, but one of the big attractions of Vietnam for me is its proliferation of beautiful Asian fabrics and cheap, fast, high-quality tailors. So many people I've known have come back from Vietnam with beautiful, beautiful tailor-made garments, and I want IN. You can seriously bring them any garment or even picture of a garment that you love and get them to recreate it in a fabric of your choice. Am speechless just thinking of such glory (and yes, I do have a stash of almost-dead garments I've kept just in case). I've long said if I'm ever rolling about in riches I would give Chanel and Louboutin the finger, source my own fabrics or oversee getting fabrics designed, come up with my own clothing designs and have my garments made to measure by my own personal tailor. In Vietnam, I could just about live this dream already!
Someone I know: Helen. I've known many Helens in my time, but I seldom seem to have more than one at a time in my orbit. My Hellenic History started badly, with a truly Horrendous Helen in primary school who bullied me in very nasty fashion for years and a teacher who terrified everyone and would these days get DONE for verbal abuse (and probably physical - I have memories of her yanking a boy across the classroom by his ear). After that came a lull, only to have a Helen re-emerge in the form of dilettantiquity, who did an excellent job of the artwork for my first album, then faded from LJ. These days, the Helen I have most contact with is another LJ contact, the lovely glitzfrau (waves).
Best movie: Gad, I really struggled with this one, even with Wikipedia's list of H movies in front of me. Quite liked "Harold and Maude", "Hotel Rwanda" and "Heathers", but best seems too strong a word. I've seen all the Harry Potter movies, and would probably nominate Azkaban as the best of them without feeling compelled to list is as my Best Movie Starting With H. Gah. Pass. Too hard basket.