And now something about me!

[amand_r]

So raine_wynd did this meme thing where she gives you five things that she associates with you and then you elaborate on them in your lj. As I am BORED OUT OF MY SKULL AND HIDING FROM WRITING, I asked her to hit me.

Voodoo— Really? Yeah, I have a thing for voodoo. I did a huge cluster of research with it in college, and when I was a pagan, it was one of my prime interests. It still is (though I wouldn't call myself a pagan anymore.), actually. I don't want to give the impression that I am a voodooienne, because it's definitely not my religion, but I have participated in a few small ceremonies, in which I was firmly NOT a practitioner. It was neat. Also, I have no problem with the sacrifice of animals, and I'm still fascinated by religions that do it.

Second Person Narrative— you read a story in college called "Amahl and the Night Visitors," by Lorrie Moore. It was in second person, which you had never considered before. You were intrigued, because well, really, it's inside a person who is undetermined, sort of. Or are you telling the character how he or she feels? How do you know what a character feels? How dare you presume? How long could you write like this before you pissed everyone off? Forty pages of Highlander fic, apparently.

Methos— I think it's time that I manned up. People, I am Iron Man Methos. Coo coo ca choo.

Coffee— It is die trufakts that for years I have been the person who drinks coffee, all coffee, any kind. Now, out of the blue and for no reason, I have stopped buying Maxwell house, stopped using filters, and am contemplating getting a siphon vacuum coffee maker. I used to be a free as the wind goes coffee consumer. Now I have become the coffee nazi. Oh, I'll drink your coffee people, but I won't like it. I don't even measure the grinds when I put them the basket. I just know. It's my mutant power. But yeah, the only thing that makes me not a coffee nerd is that I don't grind my own coffee (though I have the capability, it's one pot at a time, and I'm fucking lazy), but I GRIND IT AT THE STORE and it takes a week to work through, so I figure I'm still okay.

I like the grinder at the store. It's awesome. Oh, and if you ever feel the need to give yourself an arrhythmia: brew Nicholas Coffee's Scandinavian Morning Blend. THAT WILL FUCK YOUR SHIT UP.

Being a mom— I never thought I'd be a mom. I think I imagined it in some surreal way, you know in that way that NEVER CAPTURES THE REALITY OF BEING A MUM. (And it is very fair to say that I never imagined being a single mum. This child was conceived with the clear agreement of two people who had agreed to raise her together, and then one of us backed out, and if I could kill him again, I would.) I try to be a good mum.

I try to be a mom that doesn't take shit, but is raising a considerate, creative, pragmatic kid in a world that won't give a shit about her. I want my kid to understand that she is special to me, but not to everyone else, but that there will be people who think she is awesome, and that small circle is precious and she should hold on to that and fuck everyone else, but don't express your savoir faire attitude by tipping their cows and egging their houses, because that's not nice.

And sometimes? You have to get some 2x4s and go out in the woods behind your house, find those wanna-be satanists that stole and mutilated your cat on Halloween, and open up their faces. I heartily endorse that, unless you get caught, and then I'll have bail money.

One of these days I'll have to answer questions that make me uncomfortable. Like, 'where is daddy?' 'what is this box under your bed?' or 'will you help me with my algebra?' We'll see what I think about being a mom then.



I suppose if you really want me to, I could give you 5 things, but only if you feel like it. I was just bored.

Comments

[cruentum.livejournal.com]

I managed to discover 2nd person narrative without that particular story bouncing my way. I'd like to see I've seen the light and never wrote it again since that one time, two times or period of exploration. Instead I now find myself doing the odd short piece in 1st person addressing a second person as you, which I'm sure has some kind of name ... letter? It'd make sense.

And I go through phases with coffee and black tea. Currently it's a black tea & instant cappuccino phase which is a lot less classy than handground coffee (and I have one of these little grinders that is probably from the 50s or earlier, and do I think laziness has something to do with the beans sitting on the shelf instead of ground up in a cup, I do think so.

Random thoughts, early morning.

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

I know the 1st person of which you speak, and I've never used it. I think you might have intrigued me. Hrm. Second person is valuable. I really like it because it has that quality of intimacy with both the audience and the character, but it's not intimate, or it can be made not that way. IMHO I don't think it is that difficult to read or write in, but I've had a lot of time to work on it, and I think you need to have a reason to be writing that way that...well doesn't suck. The novelty factor of writing in it isn't enough to justify its usage. and I think some people do that. Hell, whenever I want to write in it, I create a reason, which I suppose is something.

This morning it's Peet's brand Major Dickason Blend. I can feel my heartbeat becoming erratic as it brews. I have flirted with black tea as the years have gone on, but that's mainly just to make milk tea with bubbles. Mmmm, I think I need some buba tea.

[unovis-lj.livejournal.com]

oh more meme crap that doesn't require me to write fic, please.
5 things you associate with me? Or crazy Mabel?

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

Hrm.

Japanese art, beekeeping, italian pastries, squids, Amtrak.