(no subject)
Apr. 12th, 2012 01:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sorcyressWhen I last did that meme, Tucker gave me other things too. He also gave me:
Clocks
I really like clocks.
I like time, as a concept. I like the thought of being able to travel through it at rates other than one second per second. I like the idea of being able to go see the future. I like the idea of cryogenically being shot forward in time. I like the idea of tourism to the past, getting to witness things1 (and I especially like that idea to be used as mandatory education --look, see how everyone is dirty, miserable, and diseased? See how those people are being assholes to those people? Stop glorifying horrors.)
1: This is assuming a timeline in which the past can be observed, but not changed. I have never sat down and thought about the moral obligations of going into the past and making things Better, because I've never been lucky enough to need to.
Clocks, for me, are a physical manifestation of a real world wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, thing. Also they are often circles, which I tend to find striking, and often make a steady and rhythmic noise, which I tend to find soothing.
Someday, I will live within hearing distance of church bells, and everything will be perfect. As it currently stands, if I am out in the world and close enough to hear chimes, I stop, and I listen. I always count the chimes.
Also someday, long from now when I have a house of my own and rooms I can fill as only I please, I will have a room that is filled with ticking clocks, and those that chimes. I will go in there when I don't want to be bothered by the rest of the world, and I will drown myself in time, while others avoid me desperately, not wanting to get caught in my cacophony.
Glasses
I wear glasses whenever I want to see something clearly that is more than a literal handspan from my eyes. Actually, I just checked, and I'm not sure I even have a handspan anymore, things start to blur if I'm at the full extension.
My eyes do not work correctly, is what I am trying to say here. Luckily for me, it is the kind of incorrect that easily lends itself to being fixed --two little round lenses, held in a frame in front of my face.
Unfortunately I am impulsive, clumsy, and very hard on my belongings, meaning I have broken, um, several pairs of glasses in the last few years. Always the frames, if it makes it any better, and unfortunately, usually snapped across the bridge of the nose --I think I have to go back to metal frames, since the plastic ones (like I've had since high school) are too fragile.
Anyways, I have never gotten contacts, and never want contacts, because I think glasses are sexeh. It is a proven fact that my seeing people who don't ordinarily wear glasses, become bespectacled is the sort of thing that makes me unable to think straight. Or talk coherently. Or really, do anything other than stare and gibber.
I love glasses.
Your Favourite Tree
This one's easy.
MY tree is a big ol' maple of some sort. It is located at 6306 Dry Stone Gate, Columbia, Maryland, just to the right of the driveway. It is very easy to get level with the windows on the second floor, the closest of which were a bedroom that spent the better part of seventeen years as "mine".
When I left Maryland, no for real, like the time I worked spells and knew there would never be that Empty City to return to, I gave it a promise that someday I would come back. And I sealed the promise in blood.
My favourite tree is the most perfect tree there ever was, and it is a memory of a place that is incontestably mine, no matter who else explores it, no matter what memories remain. It is perfect.
Dance
hahahahhahha, you know, I theoretically keep a blog based on this one. I'm horrid at updating it, but I do kinda *pretend* to write there sometimes I guess maybe a little bit.
At any rate, dancing is the BEST! Dancing is moving around and sometimes flowing and sometimes being ridiculous and sometimes listening to music and I love love love love love love it.
Dancing keeps me sane. I cannot live a life in which I do not dance.
Currently, the majority of my dancing is squares. I am comfortable with this, but really looking forward to the day when I magically have money of some sort, and can start hosting dances of my very own, that will be the kind of dancing *I* like.
Also, if you are in Boston, there is a mostly waltzes and some other things on Saturday. I am doing a horrible job of promoting it, which is bad because I am technically helping to run it. You should show up! There are details on Facebook, or you can ask me for them, but basically, Porter Square, eight to ten thirty, woo!
Sweet fucking cupcakes, do I love dancing.
***
No, you cannot comment on both that post and this and get twice as many things to write about, especially when I am still behind on giving out sets of things, aiee!
~Sor
MOOP!
Clocks
I really like clocks.
I like time, as a concept. I like the thought of being able to travel through it at rates other than one second per second. I like the idea of being able to go see the future. I like the idea of cryogenically being shot forward in time. I like the idea of tourism to the past, getting to witness things1 (and I especially like that idea to be used as mandatory education --look, see how everyone is dirty, miserable, and diseased? See how those people are being assholes to those people? Stop glorifying horrors.)
1: This is assuming a timeline in which the past can be observed, but not changed. I have never sat down and thought about the moral obligations of going into the past and making things Better, because I've never been lucky enough to need to.
Clocks, for me, are a physical manifestation of a real world wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, thing. Also they are often circles, which I tend to find striking, and often make a steady and rhythmic noise, which I tend to find soothing.
Someday, I will live within hearing distance of church bells, and everything will be perfect. As it currently stands, if I am out in the world and close enough to hear chimes, I stop, and I listen. I always count the chimes.
Also someday, long from now when I have a house of my own and rooms I can fill as only I please, I will have a room that is filled with ticking clocks, and those that chimes. I will go in there when I don't want to be bothered by the rest of the world, and I will drown myself in time, while others avoid me desperately, not wanting to get caught in my cacophony.
Glasses
I wear glasses whenever I want to see something clearly that is more than a literal handspan from my eyes. Actually, I just checked, and I'm not sure I even have a handspan anymore, things start to blur if I'm at the full extension.
My eyes do not work correctly, is what I am trying to say here. Luckily for me, it is the kind of incorrect that easily lends itself to being fixed --two little round lenses, held in a frame in front of my face.
Unfortunately I am impulsive, clumsy, and very hard on my belongings, meaning I have broken, um, several pairs of glasses in the last few years. Always the frames, if it makes it any better, and unfortunately, usually snapped across the bridge of the nose --I think I have to go back to metal frames, since the plastic ones (like I've had since high school) are too fragile.
Anyways, I have never gotten contacts, and never want contacts, because I think glasses are sexeh. It is a proven fact that my seeing people who don't ordinarily wear glasses, become bespectacled is the sort of thing that makes me unable to think straight. Or talk coherently. Or really, do anything other than stare and gibber.
I love glasses.
Your Favourite Tree
This one's easy.
MY tree is a big ol' maple of some sort. It is located at 6306 Dry Stone Gate, Columbia, Maryland, just to the right of the driveway. It is very easy to get level with the windows on the second floor, the closest of which were a bedroom that spent the better part of seventeen years as "mine".
When I left Maryland, no for real, like the time I worked spells and knew there would never be that Empty City to return to, I gave it a promise that someday I would come back. And I sealed the promise in blood.
My favourite tree is the most perfect tree there ever was, and it is a memory of a place that is incontestably mine, no matter who else explores it, no matter what memories remain. It is perfect.
Dance
hahahahhahha, you know, I theoretically keep a blog based on this one. I'm horrid at updating it, but I do kinda *pretend* to write there sometimes I guess maybe a little bit.
At any rate, dancing is the BEST! Dancing is moving around and sometimes flowing and sometimes being ridiculous and sometimes listening to music and I love love love love love love it.
Dancing keeps me sane. I cannot live a life in which I do not dance.
Currently, the majority of my dancing is squares. I am comfortable with this, but really looking forward to the day when I magically have money of some sort, and can start hosting dances of my very own, that will be the kind of dancing *I* like.
Also, if you are in Boston, there is a mostly waltzes and some other things on Saturday. I am doing a horrible job of promoting it, which is bad because I am technically helping to run it. You should show up! There are details on Facebook, or you can ask me for them, but basically, Porter Square, eight to ten thirty, woo!
Sweet fucking cupcakes, do I love dancing.
***
No, you cannot comment on both that post and this and get twice as many things to write about, especially when I am still behind on giving out sets of things, aiee!
~Sor
MOOP!
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
Doin' the other reptile icon i have for this one!
on 2012-04-12 12:49 pm (UTC)*double sticks her tongue out at the negvox*
no subject
on 2012-04-13 03:42 pm (UTC)I'm obscurely pleased that your thoughts on clocks track with mine. Among my most treasured possessions is a clock that used to be my grandparents'. It ticks loudly and plays Westminster Chimes on the quarter-hour, and it means I am Home. I expect it drives my neighbors nuts but they've not said anything. Maybe they enjoy it too.
Also, I totally just checked to see how bad my non-glasses vision is, and I can focus on things that are between about three and five inches from my face.
no subject
on 2012-04-13 03:04 am (UTC)no subject
on 2012-04-13 10:18 pm (UTC)Easy. Just move. Or change your altitude. Both mean you're traveling through time at a different rate (although relativistically speaking, there is no absolute frame of reference so "one second" by itself is a meaningless idea.) Physics is weird.