"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am vast. I contain multitudes." -Walt Whitman
Monday, September 15, 2003
tequila mockingbird, whose posts often have the emotional whang upside the head that makes other would-be writers falling on their knees bleating "i'mnotworthy!", has been kind enough to subject me to a 5qI.
first, my attorney advises me to get the legalese over with so as to avoid yet another embarrassing lawsuit. please stand for the reading of the rules:
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment saying "interview me" (or something that gets that point across).
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
thank you and be seated. now, tequila's turn to be barbara walters (and i will try not to break down into tears):
1. does it matter to you what happens to your body after you die?
to paraphrase john prine, throw my brain in a hurricane and kiss my ass goodbye. when i was younger and more idealistic, i thought that serving science or being filleted for donor recipients would be an honorable pasttime for my body once i was done using it. then, when i was heavily into reading horror fiction, i chanced upon a trilogy of stories about organ donors (i think it was ed bryant, but i can't find any references on google) that changed my viewpoint for years. now i suppose that i personally don't care all that much from my own point of view, but i hope that when i die, there is someone left behind that cared about me enough that he or she would want my body treated with dignity, whether it be burial, cremation, or some other option.
2. are you attracted to people with personalities that are similar to yours, or different from yours? what similarities, or differences, can you identify as a pattern in people you're attracted to?
i can't imagine two misanthropes enjoying each other's company, so i can't say it's 100% similar. i guess i can best answer this one by thinking about angel and i. we both enjoy the same pasttimes and have similar values. yet our backgrounds are considerably different, and our experiences are vastly different. i think the attraction is born of the honesty between us, the interest we have in each other because of the differences, and the ideals that we have in common. she is by far the funniest person i know, and the most beautiful, and the most trusting and trustworthy. she's also intelligent and street smart. the only other person i have the same closeness to is my best friend, and the bond there is more shared experiences than shared values (we often differ greatly on our habits and values). neal peart once wrote "just between us, i think it's time for us to recognize the differences we sometimes fear to show; just between us, the spaces in between leave room for you and i to grow."
3. bob, you're a guy...what;s the big deal about catcher in the rye? all my guy friends say i'm an idiot, but i just don't get it.
thanks for noticing.
catcher in the rye was probably the first book your guy friends read - for class, anyway - that contained profanity. and if they had in-class reading, they got to curse aloud in class and not get detention. something like that stays with you, because when you're a high-school age boy you develop a chokehold on any little rebellious act you can. because, after all, when you're a high-school age boy no one understands you and the world is friggin nuts and you're the only one with all the answers only no one will listen. . . kind of like holden... oh wait, i'm starting to see the attraction. think "the bell jar" for boys.
of course, if these guy friends have graduated high school and they still think catcher is the greatest novel ever written ("hey man, it was banned by the government man!"), they have other issues i can't help you with.
4. best onscreen sex scene ever. ready? go.
there's a devil on my shoulder whispering "deliverance"...
in recent memory, i would cast my vote for sex and lucia. sensual and incredibly hot.
5. describe the perfect pizza.
extra cheese, pickled pepperoncini, and pineapple. best served on incredibly humid nights in virginia with the ceiling fan spinning uselessly and all the worries in the world 400 miles away.