December 20th, 2009

Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

Writer's Block: Winter wonderland

Do you long for snow during the winter holidays? Would you prefer to spend your holidays in the tropics or in a winter wonderland?


I ALWAYS LONG FOR SNOW! I have been seated on my couch for the entire evening watching films & waiting for snow. I just ran outside to check for snow again and IT IS FINALLY SNOWING! I can live with having Rocky Horror cancelled if I get snow, and it's snowing, and yay! I ran and jumped around screaming. I have done that a lot today. I would definitely prefer to spend my holidays in a winter wonderland, my hip replacement be darned!

My life right now is amazing.

I picked up my sister from Amherst and we exchanged gifts. We both gave each other rings - she gave me a flowery planty one with KK (KristineKiwi) SS (Stardust Sisters) inside and I gave her a horse ring! It was so stardusty. Her boss gave me cheesecake. Kris & I chatted about Life, the Universe & Everything on the way home - from our Life Turbulence to our Greatest Joys. It was amazing and bonding and connecting and we loved it.

Lounged in her beds at her house. Slept in. Shared our dreams. Ate bagels, drank hot chocolate & discussed Lady Gaga & Amanda Palmer (our shero-people). Got her stuff upstairs. Helped her go through a lot of her clothes to get rid of things. She gave me some clothing. We went to the barn. I watched her play with FredthesillybutboredHorse, ride & then groom him in the cold - it was worth it despite the hip pain. I loved it. Rocky Horror was cancelled so I drove home.

Have spent the evening in front of the projector watching Ellen DeGeneres & now Rocky Horror. Adellethegreat on Youtube commented on my profile to ask if I was going to watch the contest result video - which I had totally missed, because my laptop died and I haven't been going on YouTube given the small screen of this little tyke.



Around 6.10 for when she announces me as SECOND PLACE in the ukulele contest, for my original song about mono! Which is amazing because the first place was automatically taken given Mouse (unknowingly) picked the cover that Adelle admitted would admittedly win - she didn't say what it was, of course, Mouse just picked it on her own.

So first I was shocked, and then I screamed. That wasn't enough so I got up and jumped around the living room. I must not have fastened my jeans because they fell down, but I just kept jumping & dancing & screaming. I admire adellethegreat ridiculous amounts, and she's well known on the Youtube ukulele circuit, so I just can't get over it - she liked my original song enough to pick it as the first original song! And Mouse won first! And MrBarry, another friend of mine, won third & got a song! It's just ridiculous and amazing and AAAAAHHH!

PLUS Mouse is highly allergic to animals, so she can't take the Mono plushie - which stinks a little, but Adelle is going to get her a special collection teddy bear, and Mouse is a collector so she'll love that and it'll be all arranged to be amazing. So that's sorted and I don't have to feel guilty about being ECSTATIC to get the Mono plushie that I actually wrote the mono song for!

I am so filled with joy! I never thought seeing Zoë Lewis senior year & picking up the ukulele would lead me here, even just winning a contest on YouTube with a well-known YouTube uke artist. And for a science geektastic song. I just can't get over it.

Merry First Snow to me! (Back to my Strawberry Kiwi juice in a wine glass, feeling snow in my bones & singing Rocky Horror songs.)
Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.

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1) Spaceballs is a fun film to watch. I remember watching it once after going to the coop with Mum.
2) Dance breaks around the living room are super fun.
3) I actually wrote a story that has a little smut. I actually followed meryl_edan's suggestion for being snowed in.
4) I still squash my cinnamon buns before I add the frosting and eat them.
5) I have to get properly dressed to go to a holiday-like concert now. Poo on getting dressed, but maybe I'll have some fun. :) Then back home for more films and writing! This is beautiful.
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I went to the concert. The music was brilliant. It made me want to dance, as Renaissance music often does. Makes me want to pick up the recorder again, too.

We got to intermission. There was more hugging. People came up to me; I smiled.

"So, you're halfway done!" I groaned inwardly, knowing that my least favourite question (save 'What's your real name?') was coming next. "You'll be done in no time. What do you want to do?"

I bit my lip and considered this question that consumes my mind so frequently, yet draws no clear or concise answer. I thought, I want to be happy, love all beings and die? Probably live poor in money but rich in love & community? Travel by the cheapest means, with lightest luggage, and often eat light? Change my mind many times a decade as to just what I want to do that year? Help people, always? Remain intelligent & capable, but not pigeonholed into one system that I so detest and would stress me beyond sanity?

I tried to speak them. At each turn, I failed. I settled on, "I want to be happy. Happy in a non-situational way: at peace with life and able to remain content through the turbulence."

Gail tried to offer words of what she might have called wisdom, but that drove me up a wall. My mind daemons came out full-force.

I sat back down at the concert and frowned. I considered my potential: I could fix myself in the Land of Academia, fated for glasses and a bun or a life as that eccentric professor no one quite understands; I could throw myself entirely into research, live staining my white lab coat an array of diseased pigments; I could pain my hip and press on through work in the field; I could stash myself away, study human nature and write; I could be a starving (and crap) musician; I could teach high school students who may prefer to aim spit balls at my pupils; I could minister to a congregation of open-minded congregationalists, live poor but spiritually rich.

All answers that, it seems, would please people in their ideas of my potential. They would feel comfortable with the ambitions I would speak of. Professor, Researcher/Scientist, Field Scientist/Conservationist, Writer, Musician, Teacher, Minister. All supposed 'ends' to paths.

I growled at myself as tears sprung to my eyes. I pictured myself answering the question each time it is inquired of me (far too frequently), pondered the idea that at present my worth is the weight of my ambitions. My friends respond, "I want to be a psychologist. English teacher. Doctor. Surgeon. Writer."

I considered the answer, "I want to be a Buddhist nun," but decided that, despite it being as true as my desire to be anything else (enjoy parts of it, issues with others), I wasn't looking for shock value. I was looking entirely for honesty. "I don't know," doesn't fully cover it - I have ideas, I have pictures, I have an image or feeling I'm working toward, just as my peers seem to. I do know. It's just not what anyone wants to hear.

I pictured the situation again. Probing eyes, not unkindly, with lips spelling out the dreaded question in whatever words used: What do you want to be when you grow up? "I want to love, and I want to be happy." How do you want to do that? "I'll show you." Smiles. And if that doesn't work, well, Buddhist nun as comedic relief to the rescue - even if some day they may well witness me wrapped in red&yellow robes as I previously was in brunette tresses.

I began to mention it to my minister, Carol. "And people are asking me The Question - what do you want to be when you finish?" She looked me up and down and cut me off, her eyes hard with her resolve but filled with compassionate love and amusement. "You'll notice I asked you no such thing!" I thanked her. She told me all the things I had previously attempted to express, all the phrases of wisdom I so sought - my mind will change, my space will change, the unexpected will occur, my moments are important, I am not the sum of my ambitions, I will find my way, I need not have the perfect answer for the question. I hugged her tight.



I thought of all of this as I read this story: The Supervisor's Tale, Minerva and Hermione.

I don't normally rec stories, given I have so many fandoms and non-fandom people on my list. Essentially, it's Hermione working on the Beetle the Bard stories for Muggle publication with the help of Minerva. It's parallel to a dissertation...the beginning of life as an academic.

I read it and thought of my life next year, this time. My third-year project (dissertation) on my mind. The anxieties I'll foster that will be akin to those the author expressed for Hermione in the stories. The similarities my life in general will entail, whatever supervisor I get... (Of course I will be thrilled if I end up with someone in any manner like Minerva McGonagall, but I highly doubt it.)

I loved that in the story Hermione did all the scholastic work for the stories. She muddled through the academic anxieties of research and scholastic writing. She published. She 'succeeded,' in the manner she thought she could (despite harboring the typical fear at the start that she wouldn't). I loved that despite that, she went for a job with a Non-Profit, for something she was passionate about. That Minerva couldn't comprehend the move given it didn't match the girl's potential (that sodding concept of potential!) yet seemed at last to Understand, at least somewhat more. So she went back eventually for another tussle with the government (essentially) about controversial publication...it was a choice to go back, to do what she wished, to go with her heart or instincts or morals or all in the end and at each step.

Sometimes I just read stories at the perfect time. For me, those moments are magical. Thank you once more, Harry Potter and fandom, for helping me step further down my life path.