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1. You are given a week's free holiday to anywhere you like in the world, all expenses paid. One condition: you are not allowed to see anyone you know during the week, neither family nor friend. Where do you go and what do you do?
Well, first I wait until Oisín is weaned :-)
Then, assuming I can have a patent jet-lag-banishing unguent (or similar), I head straight for New Zealand, where I hang out in Wellington for a few days before taking the ferry across to the South Island and going for some long, long walks in the bush. Possibly with some intelligent, witty and gently flirtatious people I met in a backpackers'.
Strikingly, I didn't have to think about this answer at all.
2. What is your next big sewing project going to be?
New curtains for the living room! After that, I have all kinds of garments floating around in my head, ranging from reclamations of old and ragged favourites to all-new creations. And some time soon, I must do some patchwork. Unfortunately, sewing projects require rather more overhead than knitting, what with setting up the machine, laying out patterns and so on, so it's harder to combine with a toddler.
3. What is the most important thing that you have learned in the course of the last five years?
Very good question. I think it is that perfectionism is not just a quirky character trait that I'm secretly entitled to feel kind of smug about, but is actually a seriously unhelpful approach, one that makes me unnecessarily unhappy and prevents me from achieving what I want. I'm working hard on adjusting my attitude to MISTAKES at the moment, and it's proving illuminating.
4. If you could introduce one twist in the shape of reality into this world from a fantasy one, which would it be?
I'd make it possible, under certain circumstances (e.g. a ritual followed by a trance state and some form of "journeying"), to experience another person's point of view. This could only be done with the consent of the person who owned the point of view (and would be reasonably common, for purposes of recreation or curiosity), but you could be ordered by a court (or equivalent) to make the journey, if it seemed appropriate. I like the idea of bigots of various stripes being ordered to spend time as a member of the group they hate.
5. Of what drunken student escapade are you MOST proud? Except the Alphorn, because I know that one too well.
Ah, so many memories. The whole of Trinity Monday 1998 was pretty good, as I recall, involving as it did a nice early start after the Chapel Choir service, a rather pleasant late-afternoon shag (although I do blush slightly to recall how ... insistent I was about that), and lots of poncing around in a gown. I don't particularly remember how the evening panned out, but I'm sure it was fun!
The other episode that sticks in the mind was the day in the first term of first year, when about half a dozen of us handed in our French commentaries at 10am and went straight to the Buttery, thence to Ron Black's, and thence to our five o' clock language class, approximately eight pints and no lunch later. The teacher, one of the cooler members of the department, said not a word, although it must have been ENTIRELY obvious that we were rat-arsed. I wouldn't say I'm exactly proud of this, but it was, um, noteworthy.
glitzfrau1. You are given a week's free holiday to anywhere you like in the world, all expenses paid. One condition: you are not allowed to see anyone you know during the week, neither family nor friend. Where do you go and what do you do?
Well, first I wait until Oisín is weaned :-)
Then, assuming I can have a patent jet-lag-banishing unguent (or similar), I head straight for New Zealand, where I hang out in Wellington for a few days before taking the ferry across to the South Island and going for some long, long walks in the bush. Possibly with some intelligent, witty and gently flirtatious people I met in a backpackers'.
Strikingly, I didn't have to think about this answer at all.
2. What is your next big sewing project going to be?
New curtains for the living room! After that, I have all kinds of garments floating around in my head, ranging from reclamations of old and ragged favourites to all-new creations. And some time soon, I must do some patchwork. Unfortunately, sewing projects require rather more overhead than knitting, what with setting up the machine, laying out patterns and so on, so it's harder to combine with a toddler.
3. What is the most important thing that you have learned in the course of the last five years?
Very good question. I think it is that perfectionism is not just a quirky character trait that I'm secretly entitled to feel kind of smug about, but is actually a seriously unhelpful approach, one that makes me unnecessarily unhappy and prevents me from achieving what I want. I'm working hard on adjusting my attitude to MISTAKES at the moment, and it's proving illuminating.
4. If you could introduce one twist in the shape of reality into this world from a fantasy one, which would it be?
I'd make it possible, under certain circumstances (e.g. a ritual followed by a trance state and some form of "journeying"), to experience another person's point of view. This could only be done with the consent of the person who owned the point of view (and would be reasonably common, for purposes of recreation or curiosity), but you could be ordered by a court (or equivalent) to make the journey, if it seemed appropriate. I like the idea of bigots of various stripes being ordered to spend time as a member of the group they hate.
5. Of what drunken student escapade are you MOST proud? Except the Alphorn, because I know that one too well.
Ah, so many memories. The whole of Trinity Monday 1998 was pretty good, as I recall, involving as it did a nice early start after the Chapel Choir service, a rather pleasant late-afternoon shag (although I do blush slightly to recall how ... insistent I was about that), and lots of poncing around in a gown. I don't particularly remember how the evening panned out, but I'm sure it was fun!
The other episode that sticks in the mind was the day in the first term of first year, when about half a dozen of us handed in our French commentaries at 10am and went straight to the Buttery, thence to Ron Black's, and thence to our five o' clock language class, approximately eight pints and no lunch later. The teacher, one of the cooler members of the department, said not a word, although it must have been ENTIRELY obvious that we were rat-arsed. I wouldn't say I'm exactly proud of this, but it was, um, noteworthy.
