1. Where does this find you? Tell us the story of how you got there.
This is me more or less the second the rentals agent was gone from
showing us into our short-lease apartment in Vancouver this summer,
craning my neck out of the window at all those gorgeous glassy
reflections (you know me and reflections). I was hopelessly underslept
and I had that almost-deafness you get from listening to constant
aeroplane engine drone for nearly 10 hours, but I was just so jazzed
to be back in my favourite city ? we spent the first few days having
conversations that mostly boiled down to: "Dude! We're in Vancouver!"
We had three fabulous weeks there, and got married :) I still get
homesick
when I think about it.
2. Why do you Moblog? How do you use the site?
I
think I got here through
">an online friend; that coincided with my taking a renewed
interest in photography (round about the time that cameraphones became
a thing, funnily enough).
I use the site in the same way as I pursue my other hobbies: I
practice by making lots of mistakes, to get feedback about what works
(and by its absence, what doesn't), and hopefully get better at this
whole photography thing. One of the things that kept me on Moblog,
rather than putting my pictures on, say, Flickr, is the sense of
community here, and the fact that everyone is just so damn
nice
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Lastly, I am just a sucker for the pretty, and this place delivers it,
in spades.
3. Why itchy?
Long story, but it boils down to "my preferred username was
taken" (this on another site, in another online incarnation; I seem to
have had several!). I've met quite a few online friends/acquaintances
at one stage or another and even some of those I now think of as real-
life friends still call me Itchy, so it must work on some level.
4. Give a brief summary of three albums, books or movies that mean
a lot to you.
Sigur R?s: Takk
This album is basically my desert island disk. When I'm happy, it's
uplifting; when I'm sad, it's comforting; when I'm exhausted, it's a
lullaby, and when I'm working, it's perfect background music. I have a
one-hour train commute to work, and there are very few things more
pleasurable than listening to Takk while the sun comes up on
a frozen winter world. Magical.
Lost In TranslationI never get tired of watching this. The cinematography is gorgeous,
the casting perfect, and the dialogue quietly funny and acutely
observed. So many good lines, and that ending ... almost the perfect
movie.
Microserfs, by
Douglas Coupland
This is actually my husband's favourite book (I honestly couldn't say
whether I have one), but I think it's pretty great too. As well as
being dorky and dryly amusing (a bit like my husband, oddly enough),
there's a really sweet aspect to it, and I love the motif of personal
growth and forming a creative team with other like-minded individuals.
Coupland seems to have been publishing variations on the same novel
over and over again for the last decade or two, but this one stands
out for me.
5. Which historical figure would you most like to have been?
Oh, man. That's hard! I'm not crazy about the idea of living in times
past, because I wouldn't have been able to take advantage of modern
advances in dentistry and ophthalmology ? I've enjoyed my share of
both. But okay, let's stick with the question: I'd say someone like
Amelia Earhart, for her spirit of adventure in an era when women were
still supposed to be fragile and decorous, and for her
unapologetically tomboy-like qualities.
6. What is your favourite personal possession and why?
I try quite hard not to get too attached to material things, but I
suppose it would have to be either my big Collins dictionary, which my
mum bought me as a present shortly before I went off to university, or
my violin, also bought by my mum, but when I was rather younger and
just making the transition to a full-size instrument ? it's over 100
years old, and I rather like it, though I don't practice enough. On a
more functional level, I'd have to nominate my G4 PowerBook, to which
I am almost permanently attached. For all my antimaterialistic
aspirations, I will be devastated when it finally gives up the ghost.
We've bonded, you know?
7. If you could be a superhero what powers would you have? How
would you use them?
Well, only for good, obviously ;o)
I'd quite like the ability to show people themselves as they actually
are, rather than how they perceive themselves to be. Often, people
carry around quite negative, judgemental thoughts about themselves,
and I'd like to be able to show them when they are being unduly hard
on themselves. Low self-confidence or self-esteem can be a huge
barrier to success, and I want people to succeed at whatever makes
them happiest.
Of course, powers like that could cut the other way, too: there are
some people out there (though thankfully few) who could really use a
good smack to the head with my reality-stick ;)
(Of course, the more facetious answer to this question is that I'd be
some sort of vigilante who took revenge on all those people who get
off escalators and
just stand there. I'm not really sure what
kind of superpower would be most appropriate there: maybe the ability
to give people a clue? ;o)
8. What will be the biggest event of the 21st century?
The moment the internet gets, literally, under our skin, Matrix-style.
Once that happens, everything will have to change. Of course, it's
only going to increase the already-present gap between the haves and
have-nots, which is quite a sobering thought: how do you even get an
interview for a job when all those shortlisted are going to have
implants? Of course, all this might take much longer than the next 92
years ...
9. If tomorrow was your last day on Earth how would spend the day?
And which planet would you go to next?
Hmm. I think I'd go snowboarding in Canada in the morning, have a spot
of lunch in Barcelona, wander through Slovakia's pine-forests in the
afternoon and have dinner and fireworks in Edinburgh. If I thought my
transport was up to it, I'd probably try to sneak in a quick trip to
New Zealand after it got dark here, and squeeze a bit more out of my
day.
As for where to go next: wherever had more gorgeous scenery than
Earth, though that's hard to imagine. Mars might be pretty, albeit
chilly at night. And I'd miss the trees.
10. What will be your epitaph?
While I'd like for it to be something deeply profound, I suspect the
reality will be closer to "Ate too many cookies, then ran around a lot."
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