My flatmates all started blogs and they way back posted a list of one hundred questions they then answered. I thought to take some of the questions and "answer" them with other questions.
Nor QuestionsNor Answers.
1: What is the story behind one of your scars? 11: If you did not need the money what would you do for work? 12. "If you had an extra room in your house what would you use it for?" 38. "What is the largest crowd you have ever been in?" 55. "How do you manage stress?" 61: What poem do you have committed to memory? 81. "Where did you grow up?" 43: What small town would you like to live in? 2: What do you "know now" that you wish you "knew then"? 13. "What was some good advice that your father gave you?" 36. "What motivates you to exercise?" 26 Who is there that makes you want to be a better person? 21: What do you feel strongly enough about to protest? 15: How would you explain love to somebody who had never heard of it before? 87. "What do you think the afterlife is like?" 93. "What do you believe will last forever?" 64. "What creeps you out?" 93. "What do you believe will last forever?" 84: When was the last you where caught in a lie? 83: What was the first book that made you cry?
73. "Do you feel you have a purpose or calling in life?" 76: Who do you admire as a leader? 79: Do you believe in God? 46. "If you could ask one person one question and get a completely honest answer who would it be and what would you ask?" 1: What is the story behind one of your scars?
The original posts and the questions can be found here and here
It is a Tuesday morning, New Years eve. I'm sitting on a couch in my parents place with the laptop. opposite me my brother plays guitar. After three weeks of grey skies the sun has made a comeback tour, and everything it touches is uncomfortably hot.
I am ignoring the new year while I can. Not because I find it frightening or foreboding. Nor that I have anything wrong with celebrations over more or less arbitrary reasons. I look forward to making new years resolutions that bear striking similarities to all the previous years' ones. And I don't hold particular fondness for this passing year - there are large parts of it I am very glad to see put behind me. I am ignoring the new year as I am not yet finished with the old. I still need about a week or so of debrief to evaluate and analyse my performance. I don't think I will get one. I'll have to settle for a year shoved messily behind me, drawstrings hanging out. The lessons I've learnt will have to be kept in my heart rather than bullet pointed in a yearly review and that's a bit of a pain - my heart's about as well arranged as my room usually is. Finding those lessons isn't going to be easy.
Before tonight I'm going to have to turn around and face the new year. Hopefully I'll have found some reckless optimism by then. This blog may soon be repurposed, but for now here is another poem.
I've in retrospect learned that I'm probably butchering this form, and missed the point, (the lecturer spoke obliquely of how many people put these in their portfolio with mixed success) but I still like this one, and It taught me a lot about much shorter poems.
hands still quiver long after the door has stopped swinging. It
stacks up. From commuter lanes swirling to the catalogue flow of
nature reserve sliced into suburbia,