And my last instalment of 100 Things. I hope you have enjoyed learning all kind of weird, mundane, and interesting things about me.
91. Desert island discs (5):
First, I truly HATE these kinds of questions. Like I am supposed to sum up my entire life in just 5 albums/books/songs/whatever. Blah. I am way more complex than that.
- Russian Bank – Phi Project;
- Clutch – Clutch;
- Add It Up (1981–1993) – Violent Femmes;
- The Black Saint and the Sinner Lady – Charles Mingus;
- The Very Best of Nina Simone – Nina Simone
- And if one of those was not available: White Pony (grey cover) – Deftones
92. Desert island books (5):
- Bunnicula – James Howe;
- Leaves of Grass (Deathbed Edition) – Walt Whitman;
- Hagakure, The Book of the Samuria – Yamamoto Tsunetomo;
- Hoodoo Herb and Root Magic: A Materia Magica of African-American Conjure – Catherine Yronwode;
- Apathy and Other Small Victories – Paul Neilan
- And if one of those was not available: The Holy Piby – Robert Athlyi Rogers
93. On average, how many hours do you sleep per night?
94. Do you believe in an afterlife?
Sure. Why not? I know my body will be feeding the worms –or in my case, building coral reefs– but who knows about my soul/essence/energy. I have a belief in past lives and reincarnation, so why not an official After Life? The only difference between me and say a Christian is that I do not purport to actually know what that After Life is like — I do not know and I can not know until I am there. (You know, if ‘there’ is really there.)
95. Window seat or aisle seat?
Window. I would much rather face death head on than pretend it was not happening from the aisle. (Also, who wants to look at all the scared faces of the other passengers while the plane plummets?)
96. You have another child. What sex do you want, and what would you name it?
Ultimately, secondary infertility has probably won this battle, but I am indifferent with what genitalia my kids are graced. I have a boychild, so the prospect of having a girlchild is attractive (you know, a “matched set” n’at). And she already has a name –Branwen Emrys– and has had that name since The Man and I hooked up. Since any future children will most likely be adopted and since The Man and I are not into adopting babies, they will most likely come with their own names. However, I am happy to legally change a name, especially for an older child who might dislike their name.
97. Can you drive a stick?
No. I had both a friend and an ex try to teach me. I was a miserable student.
98. What is the last gift you’ve received?
Now mind you, I am writing this at least a few days before it actually gets published (there might have been a gift received in the interim): a friend brought over hot soup, clementines, vitamin D3, and Throat Coat tea for me while I was stupidly sick. If you mean a gifty-gift and not a sickness care package, then it was that same friend and they gave me a coffee mug. But not just any coffee mug: it was the tackiest, most culturally insensitive, “native american design” coffee mug representing Oklahoma (where I am from). Oh, Oklahoma and its love of honouring the NDNs who live there by selling shit with the whitest looking “indians” possible on it. By the way, it was not meant as a serious gift; it was totally a joke; I do not have any friends who are that blatantly culturally ignorant.
99. How many magazine subscriptions do you have?
That I have actually subscribed to? 1 That someone else has subscribed to for me? 1 I read all my mags second-hand, free online, or free at the bookstore (oh, shut up, you do it too).
100. Are you bored yet?
I am rarely bored. Often times I am frustrated and do not know exactly what I want or should do, but I am rarely bored.
And that is it. If you have gone back and read all of the past instalments of this series, then you now know 100 weird, random, and hopefully interesting things about me. Because we know that useless trivia about my life is what was missing from your life. How narcissistic of me. Leave me a comment with a link to your 100 Things (or similar meme) and then we can call it even.