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On Five Answers to Five Questions

There’s this dood. And I read every post he publishes. Not because he’s exceedingly good with Legos, or a fairytale craftsman, but because, well, I just do. Maybe it’s a blog crush. I dunno. His posts are just easy and unpretentious and real, without the traffic-accident effect you [might] find here. So, Single Parent Dad did the five questions meme, and I was sold. So I said, ‘Interview me’ and he did. Behold.

1. You have less than 730 days until you join the 30 club, what have you still to chalk from the to-have-done-list by then?

Going by today’s standards? Not much. If you’d asked me five years ago, it’d be pretty different. Right now, I have to tackle a trip on my own, a trip with Isobel, completing at least one college course and finishing a novel. That’s the goals.

2. What is your excuse for Bryan Adams?

There is no excuse. Though the dood is a pretty good photographer, who has helped raise an asston for Breast Cancer research. And he did get Pamela Anderson naked. Oh wait. That’s not, like, a feat.

3. Is there anywhere else is the world you would rather be?

I’ve been entertaining fantasies about being 100% freelance, living with complete financial independence and moving to SoCal. Mind you, I’ve wanted to live on the sunshine coast of BC (which is a more sedate version of…hmm, I don’t know how to describe it. Artists, hippies and people growing mass qualities of marijuana tend to live there. It’s very chill. I’d hate it after about three days), in various places in England, the Netherlands, and so on. Basically anywhere but here. Fight or flight is a huge part of me and the urge to ’start over again’ comes fairly regularly.

4. What do you most like and dislike about blogging?

Awesome. Way to make me be a walking cliché. I love the community and bla bla. No, really? I like the cat fights. The she wrote, then she commented, then so-and-so emailed that one. I find it highly entertaining and grounding, when I’m not involved in it.

What I don’t like is that comment numbers do matter – they beget higher comment numbers. You know how I know? Cuz when I just email reply to comments, I get about two thirds of the ones I get when I use the reply in comments dealio. So what? If I privately email, I get 15-20, but when I publicly respond, inflating my comment numbers in the process, I deserve 6 more? Fuck that.

5. How much of you, or what you do, is hippy? Is there a percentage?

Depends on who you ask, really. Some would think that with the exclusion of smoking and worshipping the white mocha gods of Starbucks, I’m really healthy when it comes to food, feelings, and proactively trying to live in a sustainable way. I’m not.

I’ve done some research on food/mood connections and I follow the advice I’ve learned. I’m a spiritual person, who doesn’t believe in a God, so therefore, you could consider me along the lines of being into Eastern philosphy – I believe greatly in balance and homeostatic effect.

I don’t do hemp, I quit smoking pot by the third positive pregnancy test result (in one night. I did five. I really didn’t believe it.) with Isobel, and we’ve alternated in the last year from a high-meat diet to one wherein most protein is almost entirely meat alternates.

I just do what works, and most of the time I get called a hippy for it. But I think hippies would be offended to see me compared to them. Kind of like intellectuals might. Short answer: I have no idea.

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  • Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
  • I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
  • You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
  • You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
  • When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

On doing something I rarely ever do

Today, I cried over three separate, unrelated to me things. That’s something I rarely do anymore. Cry, that is. That whore Flo must be right around the corner, or something. And then there’s the fact that Hockeyman tagged me in a meme. And I rarely do those. But whatever. Let’s go.

I’m supposed to do eight, and to tag eight people. I’m not going to, cuz that’s like, thinking and I don’t think so well, lately.

4 things I’m passionate about (read: give a shit about, on a daily basis)

  • food-mind-body connections
  • reading and learning
  • Isobel
  • friends (aka, pretty much, family)

4 books I’ve read and worshipped

  • Now, More, Again
  • Lullabies for Little Criminals
  • Go Ask Alice
  • Diary of Anne Frank

4 words/phrases I say often

  • Seriously (insert appropriate period, question mark, exclamation point, as context allows)
  • I can’t understand what you’re saying when you talk in that tone, please use your words and stop whining or my brain, it will just explode.
  • Can I please have a tall, non-fat, no whip, white mocha?
  • Eh?

4 things I want to do before I die

  • Graduate from something
  • Fall in love, really.
  • See an adult Isobel be happy in life, in general
  • Weigh over 115 pounds and be proud of it

4 things I’ve learned in life

  • Everything’s a lesson, nothing comes without a message
  • Thinking, growing up with boys and men only wanting to fuck you? Really leads you to think that all boys and men want from you is to fuck you. And then, it’s really hard to deal with it when they don’t. Or to believe that they could also care, in addition to wanting to fuck you.
  • Children can teach their parents so much more, potentially, than a parent can teach a child. Teach a child to learn and sit back while they explore. It’s astounding.
  • Tell the truth, even it if makes people uncomfortable. Cuz there’s nothing worse than having your back against a wall going, "well, uh…"

4 places I want to see

  • the Himalayas
  • the top of the Grouse Grind
  • New York City
  • a wedding aisle (bridesmaid, Maid of honour, bride, whatever. I just wanna be dressed up, walking down an aisle.)