Mar. 4th, 2009

sillyzilly2k: ([pd] chuck pretty (beanon))
Because [livejournal.com profile] enigmaticblues asks good questions, and because I was bored at work:

1) Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me!"
2) I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3) You will post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your blog or journal.
4) You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5) When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. And thus the endless cycle of the meme goes on and on and on and on...



1. Having lived on both coasts, which one would you choose if you had to live there for the rest of your life?

Well. This is the most loaded, unfair question in the world right now. I am sure that when I have lived on the East Coast for awhile, and have cultivated relationships and good times and golden memories here, that I will feel fond of this place. In fact, I am already ready to admit a list of areas where the east is superior (major public transit, opportunities for seasonal clothing, quality of hot sandwiches, etc.). But the truth is that I miss California every single day--not just my loved ones, though there's that, but everything. The hills, the ocean, the mountains, the food, the culture, the road-trip potential...it's just a million things. I love it.

I try not to talk about it too much (and, I suspect, fail), and I try not to dwell on it, because I think that the real tragedy would be failing to live here while I'm here. I really do want to cultivate those relationships and good times and golden memories here. But if I had to pick one and stay there forever, I would pack up my car and drive west, and not come back.


2. How/when did you get started knitting?

My mother taught me to knit on my 26th birthday--I'd asked her to teach me, both because I thought it would be a cool heirloom skill and because, as a Continental-style knitter ("picking" as opposed to "throwing"), she wouldn't let anybody else teach me "the slow way." We went to my hometown yarn store and she bought me a pair of US-8 straights, two skeins of purple heathered Cascade 220, and a copy of Stitch and Bitch (still my primary reference for the basics), and then she took me home and supervised the actual knitting/purling lesson. I cast on a ribbed scarf that, two and a half years later, is still on the needles; obviously, I've finished a project or two in the mean time. Someday I'll finish it. I don't think Mom expected me to take to knitting like I did, but I think she likes it--she knits more now, as well, and I think she likes that she got to teach me the way her German grandmother taught her (hence the Continental thing). It's been a good thing for us, and certainly for me. Otherwise, where would I get socks? Heh.

3. If all your dreams came true, where would you be in ten years?

You know, I don't think I want all of my dreams to come true, especially not within ten years. I don't think having everything we want is ultimately good for us--it doesn't leave us much room for growth or for second-guessing. Besides, some of my current dreams are probably terrible ideas.

That said, a very good outcome for me in the 2010s would be working full-time writing something I really, truly, deep-down adore, something that's creative and fun and stretches my brain every day. I'd love for it to be something that's seen by others (as in "every week on a TV network near you"), but who's to say? I'd be living somewhere I loved, with friends and family and church nearby. I'd be doing something meaningful for Jesus Christ. I'd be un-self-involved. I'd have found and kept a guy who gets me, and we'd be having or considering a family--at least one adopted child, and maybe biological ones as well. Sherlock would be middle-aged and happy, and still making me laugh out loud at least once a day. I'd travel. I wouldn't be afraid of things, like lizards. I'd give casual dinner parties.

I like my future self.

4. Who is your perfect man, or what would define him?

My perfect man, as far as he exists, is the man who fits with me. He's a follower of Jesus Christ, and he challenges me in that area without judging me. He's independent and he wants me to be independent, too. He laughs at my jokes and makes jokes for me to laugh at in turn. He's nice to me; he's crazy about me for reasons that I don't understand. He's smart. He reads. He reads to me. He talks things out. And if he happens to sort of look like Lee Pace, well, then who am I to complain?

5. Describe your favorite outfit.

I'm just going to say that I feel really cute in jeans and Chuck Taylors (gray). I do. I feel clean-cut and vaguely retro and very much like Rory Gilmore in "Kiss and Tell" after Lorelai helps her choose an outfit. Add a tiny cardigan to the mix--I have this one that's polka-dotted that I love; also a couple of argyles--and I'm good to go.

(This, and--I've got to be honest--my polka-dot bridesmaid's dress. What can I say?)


Respond, and I'll interview you, if you'd like!
sillyzilly2k: ([bones] b/b good love (mysticxf))
I went to community group last night, and I'm glad I did--it was fun. There were maybe 15 people, and the guy who was hosting (in his cute, tiny apartment, with his enormous Golden Retriever puppy) had made everybody breakfast for dinner, and so we all sat around and chatted and tried to keep our pancakes away from the dog. We studied a passage from Acts and discussed the concept of a life well lived--especially as it's put forth by Paul, who is kind of both an annoying super-Christian and hyper-aware of his own screw-ups--and there was prayer and sharing and all that good stuff. Mostly it felt good just being there, welcomed (with chocolate-chip pancakes!) into somebody's house, in the presence of Christian community. It was good for my heart. I'll go back next week.

I also took a trip to Kaiser today, not for anything huge and urgent, but to meet my new doctor and get her to re-prescribe an old medication that's gotten lost in the bureaucracy of the move. Now. Sign 497 that you are officially an adult: Your doctor is your peer. We could totally be friends. In fact, I kind of wanted to ask her, "Hey, you seem nice. What are you doing this weekend?" right as she was inspecting my toenails. (I didn't.) But she listened and was nice and gave me some instructions (and my meds), and those are things I like from my doctor. Yay for you, Dr. Fitch.

So, also, I have decided to stop being militant about the Huge Giant Unavoidable Bones Spoiler. I know what I know, and I can't un-know it, so I'm just going to roll with the spoilage. Would you like my unsolicited thoughts on the matter? I thought so! )

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