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saffronhareYesterday, I decided to try playing a game with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rougewench. She's asked me some questions, which I'll endeavor to answer here. Also included are the rules with an excellent addendum from herself. And now, I suppose I should "friend" her, so she can actually comment on the answers if she likes. ::waves hello::
Back around again, like all LJ memes that crop up like clockwork, is The Interview Meme (sometimes inexplicably called the Shower Meme)...the rules go like this:
1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview me!"
2. I will respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature, or not so creepy personal.
3. If you choose, you can update your journal with the answers to the questions.
4. Be a sport and include this explanation with an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, be a nosey fart and ask them 5 questions.
Now here's the thing, as busy as I am at the moment, I cannot promise that I'll get you 5 questions instantly if you ask me. Also, if I've "interviewed" you before (one of the last times this bastard went around), please do me the kindness of not asking for another go around this particular time around...
Too many words, yeah, but I went with the "blurt it all out and worry about form another day" approach.
1. So what's up with the bunny thing?
I just like them. It started as a nickname bestowed on me by my father. He called me Bunny Rabbit (or runny babbit, or running babbit) -- pobably because I was small and quick and bouncy. Childhood stuffed animals gradually shifted over to collections of ceramic rabbits, and so on. I don't go crazy with the bunny decorating these days, but most rooms will have some representation of a rabbit in one form or another. As my spiritual consciousness developed, bunnies became sort of a totem for me. Actually, I prefer hares to fluffy bunnies. (Think vorpal hare, like in Monty Python). I am not a furry. I don't want a pet rabbit. And it doesn't make me cry if a rabbit is killed by my dog, or if somebody likes hasenpfeffer stew. They're prey, yo. These days, the bunny thing reminds me that I can be ferocious and vulnerable at the same time...that I can be small and still, or run like hell...and that all of those states can be good, in their measure. For the record, the "saffron" part of the name has almost nothing to do with the color yellow. It's about the properties of the herb saffron -- protection, purification, healing, etc.
2. Are you originally from Kansas City? If not, how did you come to find yourself here?
I'm an Army Brat, so I'm not really originally from anywhere. Where I've lived and how it shaped me is another conversation entirely. When I left West Point, my family was stationed at Ft. Leavenworth, so I came out here to get my shit together and finish college. I left shortly after graduation for other places, but my husband is from here (we met at college). At a certain point, when our eldest daughter was about five, we started thinking about where we wanted to "settle down" (an alien concept for me) and he suggested here. I figured why not. Within six months, I'd landed a job at the Kansas City Symphony and we relocated in December of 1999. Bought a house a few years ago...had a couple more kids...built a circle of friends and chosen family. The original reasons for coming here haven't all worked out very well, but here we stay. I don't know quite why, because I often hate it, but this area feels like home. I will compulsively rearrange furniture every once in a while to hold off the jones to move, but I suspect it would take *a lot* to make me leave.
3. Do you consider yourself a left-brain or right-brain dominant individual?
I can be stunningly, cripplingly left-brain dominant...and domineering about it, too. It's something I consciously work hard to balance out in many ways -- not because I think either method of functioning is superior, but because I think balance is a good thing. I have no desire to be hamstrung by my strengths. Over the years, I've developed some proficiency with shifting between ways of functioning, particularly with divination, dance and acting. But left-brain remains my default. INTJ all the way. Makes me very useful to the revolution, I think. :)
4. If there were one thing you would cut from your life, if it were just that simple to do so, what would it be?
Wow. I don't know if I can articulate an answer here, but I bet you could hear the transmission fall out of my head. Give me some time to chew on it, okay?
5. What do you do to feed your soul?
I'm a textbook introvert, so I tend to replenish myself (if that's what you mean) with solitary activities, or at least things that don't involve large groups of people I don't know. Time to read, or sew, or even clean my house is tremendously valuable to me. Typical Cancerian, huh? Given half the chance, I will dance until my feet bleed, and weep at the joy of it. Performing is a special kind of heroin that I'm sort of starved for right now. All this walking and running and fighting has been fabulous for me. Meditation, devotions and personal rituals at home give me great comfort. I will nap, curled up with a person whom I trust to be on guard so I can let go. I will wear jammies and eat breakfast all day long. I will do crossword puzzles and avoid cooking, though I'm happy to hand-wash dishes in warm soapy water. I will putter in my garden until I can hardly move, well aware that I might have come into contact with poison ivy and pleased to pay the price and, struggling to straighten my back, beam a mud-streaked smile to whomever is wathcing and say, "I'm so happy!" I will poach myself in a hot bath until I'm pruney all over -- any time of day. Depending on the mood, lovemaking works too, but I'll generally need to feel replenished before desire surfaces. ;)
rougewench. She's asked me some questions, which I'll endeavor to answer here. Also included are the rules with an excellent addendum from herself. And now, I suppose I should "friend" her, so she can actually comment on the answers if she likes. ::waves hello::Back around again, like all LJ memes that crop up like clockwork, is The Interview Meme (sometimes inexplicably called the Shower Meme)...the rules go like this:
1. Leave me a comment saying "Interview me!"
2. I will respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature, or not so creepy personal.
3. If you choose, you can update your journal with the answers to the questions.
4. Be a sport and include this explanation with an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, be a nosey fart and ask them 5 questions.
Now here's the thing, as busy as I am at the moment, I cannot promise that I'll get you 5 questions instantly if you ask me. Also, if I've "interviewed" you before (one of the last times this bastard went around), please do me the kindness of not asking for another go around this particular time around...
Too many words, yeah, but I went with the "blurt it all out and worry about form another day" approach.
1. So what's up with the bunny thing?
I just like them. It started as a nickname bestowed on me by my father. He called me Bunny Rabbit (or runny babbit, or running babbit) -- pobably because I was small and quick and bouncy. Childhood stuffed animals gradually shifted over to collections of ceramic rabbits, and so on. I don't go crazy with the bunny decorating these days, but most rooms will have some representation of a rabbit in one form or another. As my spiritual consciousness developed, bunnies became sort of a totem for me. Actually, I prefer hares to fluffy bunnies. (Think vorpal hare, like in Monty Python). I am not a furry. I don't want a pet rabbit. And it doesn't make me cry if a rabbit is killed by my dog, or if somebody likes hasenpfeffer stew. They're prey, yo. These days, the bunny thing reminds me that I can be ferocious and vulnerable at the same time...that I can be small and still, or run like hell...and that all of those states can be good, in their measure. For the record, the "saffron" part of the name has almost nothing to do with the color yellow. It's about the properties of the herb saffron -- protection, purification, healing, etc.
2. Are you originally from Kansas City? If not, how did you come to find yourself here?
I'm an Army Brat, so I'm not really originally from anywhere. Where I've lived and how it shaped me is another conversation entirely. When I left West Point, my family was stationed at Ft. Leavenworth, so I came out here to get my shit together and finish college. I left shortly after graduation for other places, but my husband is from here (we met at college). At a certain point, when our eldest daughter was about five, we started thinking about where we wanted to "settle down" (an alien concept for me) and he suggested here. I figured why not. Within six months, I'd landed a job at the Kansas City Symphony and we relocated in December of 1999. Bought a house a few years ago...had a couple more kids...built a circle of friends and chosen family. The original reasons for coming here haven't all worked out very well, but here we stay. I don't know quite why, because I often hate it, but this area feels like home. I will compulsively rearrange furniture every once in a while to hold off the jones to move, but I suspect it would take *a lot* to make me leave.
3. Do you consider yourself a left-brain or right-brain dominant individual?
I can be stunningly, cripplingly left-brain dominant...and domineering about it, too. It's something I consciously work hard to balance out in many ways -- not because I think either method of functioning is superior, but because I think balance is a good thing. I have no desire to be hamstrung by my strengths. Over the years, I've developed some proficiency with shifting between ways of functioning, particularly with divination, dance and acting. But left-brain remains my default. INTJ all the way. Makes me very useful to the revolution, I think. :)
4. If there were one thing you would cut from your life, if it were just that simple to do so, what would it be?
Wow. I don't know if I can articulate an answer here, but I bet you could hear the transmission fall out of my head. Give me some time to chew on it, okay?
5. What do you do to feed your soul?
I'm a textbook introvert, so I tend to replenish myself (if that's what you mean) with solitary activities, or at least things that don't involve large groups of people I don't know. Time to read, or sew, or even clean my house is tremendously valuable to me. Typical Cancerian, huh? Given half the chance, I will dance until my feet bleed, and weep at the joy of it. Performing is a special kind of heroin that I'm sort of starved for right now. All this walking and running and fighting has been fabulous for me. Meditation, devotions and personal rituals at home give me great comfort. I will nap, curled up with a person whom I trust to be on guard so I can let go. I will wear jammies and eat breakfast all day long. I will do crossword puzzles and avoid cooking, though I'm happy to hand-wash dishes in warm soapy water. I will putter in my garden until I can hardly move, well aware that I might have come into contact with poison ivy and pleased to pay the price and, struggling to straighten my back, beam a mud-streaked smile to whomever is wathcing and say, "I'm so happy!" I will poach myself in a hot bath until I'm pruney all over -- any time of day. Depending on the mood, lovemaking works too, but I'll generally need to feel replenished before desire surfaces. ;)
