Have you ever noticed that when the weather gets warmer people's eyes do too?
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Mar 30, 2006
Mar 28, 2006
My neighborhood howl lady
There's this lady, a suffering urban soul, who walks the streets of downtown Athens and howls at passing motor vehicles. Yes, you read correctly. She howls at cars and motorbikes.
Her outward appearance doesn't give warning that she's "not all there". She's always decently dressed and properly groomed. I am almost certain she's harmless; the most aggressive actions I've witnessed her using are howls combined with an occasional well-aimed mooja. Her howling isn't random nor is it targeted at other passers-by. No. This weirdness is set in motion as soon as she comes near any means of two or four-wheeled transport.
The first time I "met" her was many years ago when I was waiting for a pedestrian light to change. As soon as the WALK sign lit up, I stepped off the curb and at the same time a car, which I had taken for granted would stop, screeched to a halt, missing me by a few centimeters. Simultaneously a human voice in the form of ululation came up from behind me. It was a very strange moment; not knowing if I should cross the street, start arguing with the irresponsible driver or run away from the eerie wailing. Everything seemed to stand still for a moment.
She walked by, between the stopped automobile and me, emitting long loud cries. She wasn't looking at anyone in particular; but there was a determined look in her eyes to carry out her message of almighty howl. She neither stopped, nor touched anyone and her cries faded out as she approached the opposite sidewalk, engulfed by the herd of walking people.
I've come across her many times since then and in fact, when my work moved to a new office building I found out that she lives nearby. So, I've had many an opportunity to watch how people look frantically around to see where the howling comes from and escape its source. I've seen drivers yell "You're NUTS lady!" from inside their windshields. She pays them no heed, as if she's incapable of understanding their language. I have never heard her use words, just the howling.
One day, "howl lady" was busy outside giving speeding cars a piece of her fragile mind, while I was in the local bakery (near work) buying a spinach pie for lunch.
The baker, noticed me looking at her from inside the shop window, shook his head, "Poor thing. Off her rocker after the accident".
-"What accident"?
-"She lost both her sons in a car accident 20-some years ago."
I turned and looked at her with renewed sympathy. "So that explains it", I thought aloud.
- "Yup. Real sad story."
Then the baker chuckled, "Seems like she's trying to get even for her loss by scaring the drivers out of their wits."
I don't know if this is, in fact, the true story of howl lady. Her bizarre behaviour might be the result of intense mournfulness. Her howls, oddly, seem to make more sense.
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Her outward appearance doesn't give warning that she's "not all there". She's always decently dressed and properly groomed. I am almost certain she's harmless; the most aggressive actions I've witnessed her using are howls combined with an occasional well-aimed mooja. Her howling isn't random nor is it targeted at other passers-by. No. This weirdness is set in motion as soon as she comes near any means of two or four-wheeled transport.
The first time I "met" her was many years ago when I was waiting for a pedestrian light to change. As soon as the WALK sign lit up, I stepped off the curb and at the same time a car, which I had taken for granted would stop, screeched to a halt, missing me by a few centimeters. Simultaneously a human voice in the form of ululation came up from behind me. It was a very strange moment; not knowing if I should cross the street, start arguing with the irresponsible driver or run away from the eerie wailing. Everything seemed to stand still for a moment.
She walked by, between the stopped automobile and me, emitting long loud cries. She wasn't looking at anyone in particular; but there was a determined look in her eyes to carry out her message of almighty howl. She neither stopped, nor touched anyone and her cries faded out as she approached the opposite sidewalk, engulfed by the herd of walking people.
I've come across her many times since then and in fact, when my work moved to a new office building I found out that she lives nearby. So, I've had many an opportunity to watch how people look frantically around to see where the howling comes from and escape its source. I've seen drivers yell "You're NUTS lady!" from inside their windshields. She pays them no heed, as if she's incapable of understanding their language. I have never heard her use words, just the howling.
One day, "howl lady" was busy outside giving speeding cars a piece of her fragile mind, while I was in the local bakery (near work) buying a spinach pie for lunch.
The baker, noticed me looking at her from inside the shop window, shook his head, "Poor thing. Off her rocker after the accident".
-"What accident"?
-"She lost both her sons in a car accident 20-some years ago."
I turned and looked at her with renewed sympathy. "So that explains it", I thought aloud.
- "Yup. Real sad story."
Then the baker chuckled, "Seems like she's trying to get even for her loss by scaring the drivers out of their wits."
I don't know if this is, in fact, the true story of howl lady. Her bizarre behaviour might be the result of intense mournfulness. Her howls, oddly, seem to make more sense.
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Mar 24, 2006
Left-Right Brain Conflict
Will the voices inside my head please make up their minds!
Mar 22, 2006
World Water Day
Water on Earth: 97.5% Oceans, 2.5% Fresh water*If wars are waged for oil, I shudder to think how much worse things will get if the foretellings of water scarceness come true.
*Source(s): World Water Forum 2006
& Water Year 2003
& Water Year 2003
Mar 21, 2006
Look alive guys! Spring is here zzzzzzzzzz
Ahhh, Springtime! The rejuvenation of all things living. Nature's way of redeeming us from bleak thoughts and cold days. Things just seem brighter when daisies and dandelions break the recently frozen earth and pop up in greening fields. Today, March 21st, Mother Nature was very kind and kept pace with the old-fashioned term of "First Day of Spring". We were graced with nice weather in Athens, although it's a bit smoggy because there's only a weak breeze. The sun is shining and the temperature is balmy; Earth's vitality is sending me good vibes. So, why on earth did the World Health Organization pick March 21st as World Day of Sleep? I can't celebrate both today. I'm too awake!
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Mar 19, 2006
Animal skin prints bug me
Greek Sunday newspapers like most Sunday newspapers over the world include a variety of catalogues and advertising brochures along with their extended weekend reading materials. I give these pamphlets a quick scan through before storing them in the recycle bin. I have noticed how particularly bulky these leaflets get a few weeks before the Christmas and Easter bonuses of the average Greek worker, but I digress.
Leafing through a bed and bath catalogue I glanced over a leopard-spotted bed set. Bed cover, sheets and pillow cases. The explanatory print next to the price listed that this was also available in tiger print and zebra print.
Now, feel free to call me unsophisticated, but seriously, animal skin prints? I can understand way back when primitive or pioneer man hunted for food and utilized the animal hides to shelter him from the weather. Somehow a modern day yuppie ordering animal skin prints to wrap his dreams in seems so out of place and environmentally distasteful. Maybe I'm just too naive to fully grasp the sexual innuendo of animal prints in the boudoir -meow, purr, scratch.
Many moons ago, back when I was single and the wheel recently invented, I crossed dating paths with an unbeknownst to me zoolander. He came on our second rendezvous wearing a tiger striped T-shirt. I gasped at the sight of his rendition of a CATS costume. I tried to avoid it, but my snickering and imitation of a hyena took over. It was an awkward few minutes that saved us the trouble of attempting a third date. Later on I found out from friend of a friend of a friend who went out with him a few weeks that this guy had an animal print fetish. I'm talking entire bedroom cloaked in spots and stripes. A male version of Cruella DeVile (minus the puppies).
Recently I walked into the elevator at work and started to say good morning to a gal pal when I halted my greeting in mid air. She was sporting a fake fur leopard jacket.
"What's THIS?" I roared.
She jumped and glanced frantically around, "wha, what?"
"Why are you wearing look-alike dead animals on you? What’s this about? I like furs but I'm against the killing part? "
She rebuffed quickly, "It was on sale! I like it and... besides I see you're wearing leather shoes".
"Yeah, but my cow was yours and mine dinner last night, whereas the poor leopard -albeit fake- would not have made shish kebab try-outs! In any case, my shoes are industrial leather miss-know-it-all, the cheap kind that makes feet extra smelly".
We glared at each other until we reached our floors.
Animal skin prints bug me. Solids, floral and plaids work just fine for me, my clothes, my bed linen and my sofa cover.
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Leafing through a bed and bath catalogue I glanced over a leopard-spotted bed set. Bed cover, sheets and pillow cases. The explanatory print next to the price listed that this was also available in tiger print and zebra print.
Now, feel free to call me unsophisticated, but seriously, animal skin prints? I can understand way back when primitive or pioneer man hunted for food and utilized the animal hides to shelter him from the weather. Somehow a modern day yuppie ordering animal skin prints to wrap his dreams in seems so out of place and environmentally distasteful. Maybe I'm just too naive to fully grasp the sexual innuendo of animal prints in the boudoir -meow, purr, scratch.
Many moons ago, back when I was single and the wheel recently invented, I crossed dating paths with an unbeknownst to me zoolander. He came on our second rendezvous wearing a tiger striped T-shirt. I gasped at the sight of his rendition of a CATS costume. I tried to avoid it, but my snickering and imitation of a hyena took over. It was an awkward few minutes that saved us the trouble of attempting a third date. Later on I found out from friend of a friend of a friend who went out with him a few weeks that this guy had an animal print fetish. I'm talking entire bedroom cloaked in spots and stripes. A male version of Cruella DeVile (minus the puppies).
Recently I walked into the elevator at work and started to say good morning to a gal pal when I halted my greeting in mid air. She was sporting a fake fur leopard jacket.
"What's THIS?" I roared.
She jumped and glanced frantically around, "wha, what?"
"Why are you wearing look-alike dead animals on you? What’s this about? I like furs but I'm against the killing part? "
She rebuffed quickly, "It was on sale! I like it and... besides I see you're wearing leather shoes".
"Yeah, but my cow was yours and mine dinner last night, whereas the poor leopard -albeit fake- would not have made shish kebab try-outs! In any case, my shoes are industrial leather miss-know-it-all, the cheap kind that makes feet extra smelly".
We glared at each other until we reached our floors.
Animal skin prints bug me. Solids, floral and plaids work just fine for me, my clothes, my bed linen and my sofa cover.
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Mar 16, 2006
The day after the ides of March
A soothsayer bids you beware of the day after the Ides of March.
-- William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar (tweaked by Flubberwinkle)
My Blogger profile, as of today, officially says Age:40 so I'm sending virtual cake to all my blog friends and visitors! Many thanks again for your wishes and kind thoughts!
I am accepting offerings of expensive anti-wrinkle creams
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I am accepting offerings of expensive anti-wrinkle creams
.Mar 13, 2006
One More Hair Rant For The Road
OK Internet, I have one more hair rant and then I'll shut up about hair (maybe). I was born with a lot of naturally curly hair as the accompanying baby picture of me demonstrates. I was born 5.2 kg. For my non-metric readers that's a whoppin' 13,208 lbs. (I hope none of you were sipping coffee while reading that line. I'm sure you spluttered). Please give a standing ovation for my mother's uterus and natural birth canal. As soon as you recover from the shock I will also drop the "she gave birth to me naturally" bomb on you. You're out cold again.I'll wait until you recover.
Back? Good.
How my mother gave birth to the human baby whale is not our topic but my hair (again). My bouncy curls turned into soft waves growing up and slowly morphed into almost straight hair. Consequently, as a former Shirley Temple, my mane reacts nicely to perms. Even hairdressers are impressed with the outcome. They spin me around on the chair to show off my nicely done locks to other customers. Ooohs and ahhhhs all around. I'm too woozy by the perm vapours combined with the chair spin to resist this superfluous activity.
Last summer I decided that a perm would help subdue my crew-cut desire and assist me in my mission to grow my hair long. I called a new-found, yet untried hair-salon that I had taken Daughter#2 a few times to get her bangs shortened. This salon was co-owned by a smiling, kind hair-lady who was my age and an older grumpy hair-lady who was self-explanatory.
-Hi. Do you have an opening this afternoon for a perm?
-Yes, we do.
-Oh great, what time should I come in?
-Anytime will be fine. We close at 8.
-No appointment necessary for a perm, are you sure?
-Yes (annoyed tone).
-OK. Thank you, bye.
-Bye.
I left work early and arrived at the shop at 5.45 p.m. (Please note the time).
The salon only had one preceding lady customer who I gathered by the tinfoil was highlighting. Disappointingly, the smiling courteous owner was on vacation so I was left with Grumps. Fine. I'm not picky. I waited my turn. And I waited... and waited.
Two new customers (also without appointments) walked in after me for cuts and hairdos, which the hairdresser with her clumsy assistant saw to immediately. The clock was a-ticking. Grumpy smiled at me from the mirrors and reassured "Soon I'll be with you".
I was simmering. I coughed or got up to stretch my legs as a reminder that I was STILL there WITHOUT service. The clock finally read 7.45. It had taken two hours of my patience but I finally spoke up:
-Excuse me, Grumpy lady, you told me on the phone that you close at 8 p.m.
-Yes, we do.
-It's 7.45, isn't it?
-Yes. I'll have you finished in a jiffy.
-Do you have a new method of perming hair? A very short method? Because last time I permed my hair I needed 20 minutes to put the curlers on and about 30 minutes to let the perm solution do its work. Another 10-15 minutes to wash out the chemicals and what not. Am I mistaken?
-No you are not! (Her voice becoming irritated at my precise military perm scheduling.)
-So, who are you kidding? (Trying hard not to raise my voice).
She started apologizing that she didn't want the salon to reek of perm chemicals and that she was all alone and sooooooo many customers (3 customers -4 if you count me- for Pete's sake!) and she was willing to work until 9 to get my hair done.
At that moment my Mrs.Nice-Obedient-Customer innocence was plucked abruptly! I had a breakthrough as a consumer-rights militant! I never talked back or down to people that I paid their services for (hairdressers, sales assistants, etc.); I was always a pushover.
-You may be willing to stay here until 9 but I'm not!
I was now standing with my purse strapped over my shoulder, my cheeks flushed and steam coming from my ears.
I continued with how she emphasized over the phone that no appointment was necessary, that I was ahead in line of the other 2 ladies that came after me, that I didn't like her uppity tone with me, she shouldn't treat customers like this and just when I was doing so well... I pulled a flubberwinkle:
-Besides there is no way I'm getting my hair permed in here NOW because there are too many negative vibes and the perm solution won't work!
Before I stormed out of there, she had the last laugh because of my flower-child attitude, but guess who's having the Mother of all last laughs Grumpy? That's right. Me. Ha! You just lost yourself 6 heads of hair aka profits (mine, my daughters', my mother's, my mother-in-law's, my grandmother's). How's THAT for negative vibes?
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Mar 10, 2006
If it weren't for the greenhouse effect I'd order sleazy men to take cold showers
Every Thursday is open-air market day in my neighbourhood. I send my retired father-in-law (a farmer of 50 years) to do my fruit and vegetable shopping since I'm at work. Thursday afternoons involve washing the produce before storing them in refrigerator. The used H20 is then applied to watering my veranda plants. Every single time I do this unimportant, household chore a piece of information blazes in my mind: 20% of the world population is without clean drinking water.
Then I sat down to watch the news with husband. Reports and videos of bad weather in most of Europe. Heavy Snow, freezing temperatures and... it's March. Husband turns to me and says: "Second Ice Age is coming faster than we thought".
After the news, the greek public television had a thematic viewing on human trafficking. We watched in horror the stories of women and children being sold for sex. Someone in the discussion panel summarized: "Human trafficking is based on a simple law of economics. If there is no demand there's no need to supply. If there are no horny men, human trafficking for sex will cease to exist".
Makes you wonder how civilised and advanced our society really is when the self-evident right TO clean drinking water and the self-evident right NOT to be sold as a human slave are added on our TO-DO list...
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Then I sat down to watch the news with husband. Reports and videos of bad weather in most of Europe. Heavy Snow, freezing temperatures and... it's March. Husband turns to me and says: "Second Ice Age is coming faster than we thought".
After the news, the greek public television had a thematic viewing on human trafficking. We watched in horror the stories of women and children being sold for sex. Someone in the discussion panel summarized: "Human trafficking is based on a simple law of economics. If there is no demand there's no need to supply. If there are no horny men, human trafficking for sex will cease to exist".
Makes you wonder how civilised and advanced our society really is when the self-evident right TO clean drinking water and the self-evident right NOT to be sold as a human slave are added on our TO-DO list...
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Mar 8, 2006
In remembrance of Superwomen over the world
Dana Reeve, only 44, passed away yesterday. I am so shaken and moved by her death. I rooted for Christopher to get back on his feet and felt increasing admiration for his and his wife's strength and determination. They made good use of their limelight by raising the level of awareness around the world and in the US, particularly, for the disabled. I was heartbroken when "Superman" passed away. And now, Dana, a contemporary heroine, a Supergirl of unrelenting courage and love lost the battle with lung cancer. And she wasn't even a smoker. The tragedy of it all is overwhelming and so unjust. The news of her death coincides with International Women's Day, a day to commemorate the achievements of women. A day to be inspired by women role models. A day to celebrate the women that have made a difference in this world. May Dana rest in peace and may all women, the silent caregivers, find peace on earth.
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Mar 3, 2006
My Month March
March, the start of spring, with a spitfire meteorological personality is undoubtedly my favourite month of the year. March is cold, then lukewarm and cold again; it is nature's temperature tease and we grin daydreaming about approaching summer holidays, outdoor cafes and concerts. March winds vary from breezy to whip mode, making the skies bluer. Blue is my Zen colour and clean air my preferred lung wont. March is good.
But, wait, there's more. Within a two week span I will be celebrating:
My wedding anniversary (March 5); the day I got hitched to my significant other, also introduced to the Internet as non-computer oriented, non-English speaking, train engineer hubby.
International Women's Day on March 8. My rights to roar as a woman and demand a better world for both sexes.
My birthday on March 16 or more commonly known in the obstetrician circle as "The how did that woman get a 13lb. baby outta there Day" and...
St. Patrick's Day on March 17 which brings back very fond memories as a former Chicagoan with a humongous soft spot for anything Irish.
Now, is this a fun-packed month or what? Yes, March is good, despite my turning 40 and waving bye-bye to my 30's. Doesn't matter. Blessed be the Irish and their spirits for these trying times!
Go mbeire muid beo ar an am seo arís!
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But, wait, there's more. Within a two week span I will be celebrating:
My wedding anniversary (March 5); the day I got hitched to my significant other, also introduced to the Internet as non-computer oriented, non-English speaking, train engineer hubby.
International Women's Day on March 8. My rights to roar as a woman and demand a better world for both sexes.
My birthday on March 16 or more commonly known in the obstetrician circle as "The how did that woman get a 13lb. baby outta there Day" and...
St. Patrick's Day on March 17 which brings back very fond memories as a former Chicagoan with a humongous soft spot for anything Irish.Now, is this a fun-packed month or what? Yes, March is good, despite my turning 40 and waving bye-bye to my 30's. Doesn't matter. Blessed be the Irish and their spirits for these trying times!
Go mbeire muid beo ar an am seo arís!
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Mar 1, 2006
Calamari's on! Come and get it!
Monday March 6th (2006) marks the end of Greek Mardi Gras (Apokries) and the Lent kick-off for Easter. The first of the 40-day fasting period is celebrated with picnics and kite-flying. The correlation, you ask? *shrug shoulders* Flubberwinkle is flummoxed.
I'm not the proper authority to give you any ecclesiastical aspects on Lent; I'll just give you the layman's diet version. "Clean Monday" (Kathara Deftera) is a non-dairy, non-land-foraging-animal products day. Anything you bring to your lips and consequently chew has to be vegan. Molluscs are the "main course", anything that slides, shimmies or just sits still in the ocean is Clean Monday approved FOOD. It's OPEN SEASON for shrimp, octopuses, squid, clams and all invertebrates. That'll teach them not to evolve and graze on the green of the lands!
One of my favourite recipes for "Clean Monday" is stuffed calamari. And this (yet another) informative article is brought to you because I came across this cephalopod.
I was wondering how many kilos of rice I'd need to sauté and stuff this sucker?
By Jove/Zeus! I don't even want to think of how I'd react if I saw something like this swimming next to me in the Aegean or the Ionian Sea.
I'm not the proper authority to give you any ecclesiastical aspects on Lent; I'll just give you the layman's diet version. "Clean Monday" (Kathara Deftera) is a non-dairy, non-land-foraging-animal products day. Anything you bring to your lips and consequently chew has to be vegan. Molluscs are the "main course", anything that slides, shimmies or just sits still in the ocean is Clean Monday approved FOOD. It's OPEN SEASON for shrimp, octopuses, squid, clams and all invertebrates. That'll teach them not to evolve and graze on the green of the lands!
One of my favourite recipes for "Clean Monday" is stuffed calamari. And this (yet another) informative article is brought to you because I came across this cephalopod.I was wondering how many kilos of rice I'd need to sauté and stuff this sucker?
By Jove/Zeus! I don't even want to think of how I'd react if I saw something like this swimming next to me in the Aegean or the Ionian Sea.
I'm IT!
I was tagged by Devious Diva. It's my first tag and although I'm quite hesitant about blog memes, Diva is too nice to refuse.
Black and White or Colour; how do you prefer your movies?
Colour.
Imagine watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in black and white. Wouldn't the chocolate river be mistaken for something yucky? How would we see Robin Williams stumbling through his wife's painting in "What Dreams May Come". And wouldn't Speilberg's "The Colour Purple" have stumped the audience if it was filmed in black and white?
What is the one single subject that bores you to near-death?
Sports game arguments, particularly SOCCER.
Watching under active, sofa loving fans rant on about overpaid, conceited sport players' moves and techniques makes me want to put a fork in my eye. Just play ball!
MP3s, CDs, Tapes or Records: what is your favorite medium for prerecorded music?
Records.
Nothing beats the frustration of a record needle jumping at your favourite part and the ssssssssssssssssssssssss noise it makes when it meets the tiniest particle of dust.
You are handed one first class trip plane ticket to anywhere in the world and ten million dollars cash. All of this is yours provided that you leave and not tell anyone where you are going ? Ever. This includes family, friends, everyone. Would you take the money and ticket and run?
Nope. Maybe. Depends.
Who comes UP with these questions? Oh, the dilemmas.
Is Robert Redford part of this "proposal", because this sheds a whole new light on things.
;-)
Seriously, what do you consider the world's most pressing issue now?
ANY form of bloodshed
[insert random place on Earth here: Iraq, Mid-East, etc.]
How would you rectify the world's most pressing issue?
By VANISHING Man's most irrational invention: WEAPONS
All forms of weaponry (and don't give me any "for defence reasons" or "the right to bear arms" bullsh*t). Weapons give birth to weapons. End of story. Away with all of them.
You are given the chance to go back and change one thing in your life; what would that be?
La Guardia Airport, not missing the flight.
You are given the chance to go back and change one event in world history, what would that be?
The slaughter of American Indians.
A night at the opera or a night at the Grand Ole' Opry? Which do you choose?
Best of both worlds: Banjo playing tenor in an open air concert.
What is the one great unsolved crime of all time you'd like to solve?
The assassination of JFK. (I never bought the Oswald theory).
One famous author can come to dinner with you. Who would that be, and what would you serve for the meal?
Isabel Allende
Stuffed calamari, mousaka, Greek salad with lots of olives, feta cheese, hummus, and plenty of iced ouzo.
You discover that John Lennon was right, that there is no hell below us, and above us there is only sky. What's the first immoral thing you might do to celebrate this fact?
I have to be ethical only if eternal damnation is hanging over my head as a threat?
Our heavens and our hells are the choices we make, the lives we lead, the societies we build, the planet we use. I would celebrate if we decided to turn all our hells into heavens [again, insert random hotspot on planet].
All done. My turn to tag.
YOU'RE IT:
* Ms Amber (Wilderness Girl)
* Call Me Snake
* V-Grrrl in the Middle
* Windfall Woman
* Come To Find Out
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Black and White or Colour; how do you prefer your movies?
Colour.
Imagine watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory in black and white. Wouldn't the chocolate river be mistaken for something yucky? How would we see Robin Williams stumbling through his wife's painting in "What Dreams May Come". And wouldn't Speilberg's "The Colour Purple" have stumped the audience if it was filmed in black and white?
What is the one single subject that bores you to near-death?
Sports game arguments, particularly SOCCER.
Watching under active, sofa loving fans rant on about overpaid, conceited sport players' moves and techniques makes me want to put a fork in my eye. Just play ball!
MP3s, CDs, Tapes or Records: what is your favorite medium for prerecorded music?
Records.
Nothing beats the frustration of a record needle jumping at your favourite part and the ssssssssssssssssssssssss noise it makes when it meets the tiniest particle of dust.
You are handed one first class trip plane ticket to anywhere in the world and ten million dollars cash. All of this is yours provided that you leave and not tell anyone where you are going ? Ever. This includes family, friends, everyone. Would you take the money and ticket and run?
Nope. Maybe. Depends.
Who comes UP with these questions? Oh, the dilemmas.
Is Robert Redford part of this "proposal", because this sheds a whole new light on things.
;-)
Seriously, what do you consider the world's most pressing issue now?
ANY form of bloodshed
[insert random place on Earth here: Iraq, Mid-East, etc.]
How would you rectify the world's most pressing issue?
By VANISHING Man's most irrational invention: WEAPONS
All forms of weaponry (and don't give me any "for defence reasons" or "the right to bear arms" bullsh*t). Weapons give birth to weapons. End of story. Away with all of them.
You are given the chance to go back and change one thing in your life; what would that be?
La Guardia Airport, not missing the flight.
You are given the chance to go back and change one event in world history, what would that be?
The slaughter of American Indians.
A night at the opera or a night at the Grand Ole' Opry? Which do you choose?
Best of both worlds: Banjo playing tenor in an open air concert.
What is the one great unsolved crime of all time you'd like to solve?
The assassination of JFK. (I never bought the Oswald theory).
One famous author can come to dinner with you. Who would that be, and what would you serve for the meal?
Isabel Allende
Stuffed calamari, mousaka, Greek salad with lots of olives, feta cheese, hummus, and plenty of iced ouzo.
You discover that John Lennon was right, that there is no hell below us, and above us there is only sky. What's the first immoral thing you might do to celebrate this fact?
I have to be ethical only if eternal damnation is hanging over my head as a threat?
Our heavens and our hells are the choices we make, the lives we lead, the societies we build, the planet we use. I would celebrate if we decided to turn all our hells into heavens [again, insert random hotspot on planet].
All done. My turn to tag.
YOU'RE IT:
* Ms Amber (Wilderness Girl)
* Call Me Snake
* V-Grrrl in the Middle
* Windfall Woman
* Come To Find Out
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