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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 01:06am on 23/04/2017 under
Are you named after someone?
I don't think so.

When was the last time you cried?
10 mins ago. I'm writing my Grandad's eulogy and I can manage about 10 mins before having to give up.

Do you like your handwriting?

What is your favourite lunch meat?
Sandwich filling? Tuna mayo with lemon and dill.
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 11:26am on 25/11/2010 under ,
Borrowing this lovely idea from [livejournal.com profile] rmc28  and [livejournal.com profile] ailbhe 

Let me tell you why you are awesome. Yes, you. Leave a comment and I promise to write at least a sentence about why you are awesome. Some will be longer than others, depending on how my day is going ...
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 1. How are your (actual) dreams staged? Do you appear in them? In more of
  a first-person-y or third-person-y way, or not present at all? And do you
  have some kind of typical setting, like a hotel, or garden, or something?

Sadly most of the dreams I remember are of the unpleasant variety. I experience them in the first-person and generally striving against some jeopardy or other. Locations are often domestic - this house springs whole new rooms that I've forgotten to decorate on many occasions. Other people I know appear a lot but often looking very different but I still know who they are.

  2. How do you react (internally) to strident atheism? What annoys you or
  pleases you about it? Does it help (you/the world)?

Strident atheism pisses me off in the way that any overbearing fundy opinion pisses me off. There seems to be no room for empathy for others in their own spiritual journeys and that's the sort of callousness that enrages me. There's an old saying 'No one was argued into the Kingdom of God'. I'm not certain anyone has been 'argued' out of it either. Dogma of any kind is an anathema to me - even if grounded in logic.

In terms of the logic of atheism, I've been grateful for it when I was losing faith but still scared that I was going to hell... Looking back, anything that has you that screwed up has no value either.

  3. Do you have plans to produce more art soon? What mediums are you
  interested in? Is it important for you to create? Does it help with
  people understanding you?

I did a quick sketch on hols but I'm feeling very barren at the moment. I have plans to return to my art degree in the mid term future actually. I think in terms of painting all the time, every day. I look at the world around me and imagine how I might render it. Today I was thinking about a forest of birch tree trunks and how I might plan to do layers of wash to bring it into being. I've had an ambition to do some sort of pottery words sculpture but never very certain how to go about it. I think I've got a vast untapped seam of ideas and desires and I feel very guilty for not committing to it. I sit around staring into space instead. Terrible vacillation.

Being able to create is a fundamental part of my make-up. I can't not. I think it's what makes us human. I can no more think about not doing it than breathing. Even making that last birthday cake I ended up painting chocolate sparrows.

I don't think it does help with people understanding me - I think it sets me apart. I think I get a lot of envy actually. Which is weird because I believe all people are inherently creative. Look at kids - they all do it from finger paints to mud pies. Somehow we crush it out of most people as they grow up. That's criminal. So the other sense I get a lot is that I'm someone who hasn't 'grown up' and others can be somewhat superior about that. I'm only just learning the confidence to fight back about that one. In short I think it helps me understand other people rather than them understand me.

  4. Do you have a strong sense of who you are, beyond your relationships,
  or work, or life experiences? Do you think that's a notion which is
  possible/meaningful/desirable in a person? What would/might it be?

Wow these are hard questions. Yes I do. But I can't disconnect enough to articulate that particularly meaningfully. The most I can sketch is that I sense my irrepressible spirit that continues to continue. I'm a bit stunned, given my own experiences, how 'counter' them I can be. I don't know where that came from unless it is reactive and just a life lived in rebellion. I get dismayed when I realise how psychodynamic my own hormones can be and usurp or undermine what I believe to be my own will. I don't like boiling myself down to a soup of biochemical reflexes - I know that science is suspecting that free-will is something of an illusion. I know that I'm a creature that turns to the sun like most living things on the planet. When I wrote about wanting to dance through an avenue of trees I think this was me expressing the purest sense of myself.

"Be who you really are" is a phrase I carry around with me. It's the hardest thing any one can do.

  5. If someone you cared for was imprisoned, someone who didn't have a
  definite taste in reading, and you could send them only one book, which
  you had an hour to buy, and which might be the only thing they'd have to
  read for months, what might it be?

Assuming they weren't in for murder my first reaction would be to send them Asta's Book by Barbara Vine. It's a murder-mystery set in two different time periods, one of which is brought to us via some old diaries. Asta in her diaries, sounds like a worthy person who struggles to bring up her family in England away from her home in Denmark. In the present day, at her funeral, everyone commiserates about what an old bag she was. In between these two opposed view points is what we assume is the truth. It's wonderfully written and a cracking read.

I suppose the reason for choosing it, is that is should be easy enough to find in an hour, that it would kill a few hours for the recipient, it has multiple layers you can get your teeth into, it's entertaining and def worth an almost immediate reread - which must be handy when you are in prison.

Oh and I don't like murder mystery novels. But this book transcends its genre.  If I couldn't find it I'd grab The Time Travellers Wife by Audrey Niffenegger instead, with a sense of oh-it'll-do-at-a-pinch.

Anyone else want questions too?
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 06:51pm on 14/10/2009 under
A meme from[livejournal.com profile] juggzy

01. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me.
02. Go to Google Images and search for that word.
03. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results (don't tell me the word).
04. Put this in your own journal so that I can do the same. Or, you know, don't.

To insert an img into a comment, use [img src="url"], with <> in place of the square brackets.
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 11:40am on 20/05/2009 under
You Are An INFP
The Idealist

You are a creative person with a great imagination. You enjoy living in your own inner world.
Open minded and accepting, you strive for harmony in your important relationships.
It takes a long time for people to get to know you. You are hesitant to let people get close to you.
But once you care for someone, you do everything you can to help them grow and develop.

In love, you tend to have high (and often unrealistic) standards.
You are very sensitive. You tend to have intense feelings.

At work, you need to do something that expresses your personal values.
You would make an excellent writer, psychologist, or artist.

How you see yourself: Unselfish, empathetic, and spiritual

When other people don't get you, they see you as: Unrealistic, naive, and weak
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 07:57am on 04/11/2008 under ,

Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST

Shakespeare refers to Italy in his work more often than Scotland (thirty-five times to twenty-eight), and to France far more than England (369 references to 243), but we would hardly suppose him French or Italian.

Shakespeare by Bill Bryson

I suddenly realised that Bryson writes in very long sentences. The fifth sentence on page 56 was also the last sentence on that page. It was also the shortest.

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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 04:12pm on 18/06/2008 under
Courtesy of [personal profile] crazyscot

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. Anything you want, good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised about what people remember about you.
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 12:34pm on 24/04/2008 under
The One Word Meme


Where is your mobile phone? Pocket
Your significant other? Soulmate
Your hair? Wet
Your mother? Butterfly
Your father? Poison
Your favorite thing? Paint
Your dream last night? Anxious
Your favorite drink? Merlot
Your dream/goal? Happiness
Mood:: 'restless' restless
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 05:27pm on 26/02/2008 under
Kaet gave me the year: 1989

This was  the year I left home and after a couple of false starts, found a one bed flat in the 'Poets Area' of Bedford which cost £175 a month. I learned exactly how much I could get into the freezer compartment of a fridge - particularly if one wrapped up sausages individually and poked them in to the spaces around other things.

The bathroom had carpet beetles and the kitchen used to get water running down the back wall if someone allowed water go down the overflow of the bath in the bathroom directly overhead. The landlord was a sleeze and tried to get me in a clinch once and suggest I didn't have to pay 'all' my rent if I could think of any other arrangement - har har.

I worked as a layout editor on the Bedfordshire Times (which I blogged about here last year) and I was going out with a chap to whom I would later marry, buy my first house with, and divorce.

In my spare time I used to do AmDram and played Sally Bowles in Cabaret , Maugrim the Wolf in The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, The housekeeper in My Fair Lady and plenty of chorus work in lots of G&S of which I loved The Yeoman of the Guard.

I think I felt free and in charge of my life for the first time. I believed, so very wrongly, that I knew myself and that I was all grown up. I was 21.

Ask me a year if you want.
Mood:: 'older and hopefully wiser' older and hopefully wiser
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posted by [personal profile] 1ngi at 03:36pm on 05/10/2007 under
[livejournal.com profile] lark_ascending has picked some of my interests for me to write about. Let me know if you want me to do the same.

Art for art's sake )

Canalia )

Control Arms )

Creativity )

Gender Equity )

Trees )


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