When Steve Brassawe, The Solipsist, nominated me for the Reader Appreciation Award the other day I was flabbergasted. Like a faded diva, I’d thought those heady days were long past. Indeed, I’d only recently tidied my Awards cabinet, arranging each widget on a neat page where I could admire it and easily access the generous bloggers who had sent me such glittering tokens of their appreciation.
To have been recognised by a blogger whose photographs and droll, laconic humour I’ve been admiring shyly for some time was tremendous! Steve struck out across the Rio Grande heading south until one day he came to an unexpected stop in San Miguel de Allende. Since then he’s become smitten by the town, and the country, and has settled in. I’m enjoying what he shows us of his life in Mexico – I’m sure you will too, if you’re not already (here’s the link again).
Hoping to prove that old dogs can learn new tricks, and that I’m not always a procrastinating fool who bends the rules to suit her lazy self, I immediately resolved to pay Steve’s nomination forward with alacrity. You can imagine, then, how delighted I was to see there was a set of questions to answer – no need to dredge through old posts to see if there was anything left of my life that I haven’t already ‘shared’. But then I began to read more carefully … most of them I couldn’t answer!
Your favourite number? Who’s got a favourite number? I don’t have a favourite number! Why would I have a favourite number? I’m mathematically challenged – I can’t even talk to you about Fibonacci sequences, like Rowena, or the magic of prime. Ok – there’s one number I remember, other than my birthday (which I’m certainly not divulging) – it’s 6*****8 – good till October 2016!
Your favorite color? Another impossible question. In what context? Am I wearing it, or painting my bedroom with it? Am I responding to it on a corporate logo? Really … Well, I’m not fond of brown – I’m not drawn to it, it doesn’t look good on me – but having said that, I love brown things. What’s not to love about brown horses, giraffes, wood … or rocks, the earth itself? There’s a particular faded Deep Forest Green I often see painted on boundary walls around town. I’m not too fond of that, though I’ve seen it coupled with blues and greens on insects, and in saris, where it’s deeply satisfying , as it is in the forest.
But if there’s a colour that represents all I hold dear, perhaps it’s the slightly limy green of young paddy, the newest shoot on a tea bush – so intense, so full of promise.
Your favorite animal? Ok, that’s easy – elephants, of course.
Your favorite non-alcoholic drink? I can answer this one too … well, if I don’t use my taste buds, because if my taste buds get involved, there’ll be indecision for days – oh, and if I’m not wearing my ‘show off the bounty of Sri Lanka’ cap, when I’d immediately pipe up with Thambily – King Coconut water. Truthfully, deep in the cells of my being is imprinted the memory of the most glorious drink of all – rainwater. Not expensive bottled mineral water, or sanitised tap water – rainwater, enlivened by our atmosphere. I should add a caveat here – harvested out in the country somewhere, nowhere near our toxic cities.
Facebook® or Twitter®? Neither. What’s the point? If I want to talk to my friends I’ll talk to them, or SMS – that’s why I have a phone. For sharing images or random thoughts, there’s the blog and the internet, or heaven forbid, a postcard, card or letter.
Your favorite pattern? Other than the ever-changing patterns of sunlight dancing on water? You can see where I’m going here – nothing simple, it seems, like an understated check or plaid, though I greatly admire the geometric patterns of weavers from civilisations past – the Greek and Indian key pattern, for instance. I’d be tempted to say the patterns of fractals, especially as they’re played out digitally these days, or by a couple of new, cutting edge designers I’ve seen, but no – I’ll opt for paisley – the stylised mango of India, curvaceous and fecund.
Getting or giving presents? When I was young the excitement of receiving gifts was unparalleled. The box containing our family’s incoming Christmas parcels presented such an unbearable longing to know what was inside that I would unwrap, view and re-wrap each new addition many times before the great day arrived. My delight at what was revealed on Christmas morning – be it intended for me, or for either parent – was unfeigned. (I’m still not sure whether they knew or said nothing, in view of my obvious excitement.)
These days the thrill isn’t the same (although the box which contained the two-volume set of The Shorter Oxford English Dictionary had me stumped and remains the most thrilling gift R ever gave me), which is why I now prefer to be the giver and get my kicks from watching the surprise on another’s face as a parcel’s contents are revealed.
Your favorite day of the week? No, I have no affiliation to a specific day of the week. Every day is a gift.
Your favorite flower? I can answer this one too. For years now, and until I change my mind – the sacred Lotus – Nelumbo – in all its forms.
What is your passion? You’ll have to be satisfied with a ‘world peace’ type of answer here. My passion is for life, living, for the world – the world we inherited from evolution, and the world we as humans have and are creating from our imaginations.
If I had to narrow it down, learning about things, figuring out how things work. Reading the philosophy of The Buddha; the startling revelation that it was Muslim scholars who ‘saved’ for us the knowledge of Aristotle and the ancient Greeks; that zero was an Indian invention; how clouds work; a perfect phrase of music, an idea; even listening to brainy people talk about their work, the things they think about – these things fill me with such joy I’m fit to bursting. The high of figuring out how to play Sudoku – and challenging myself to do so every night she was fretful – got me through nursing Ma during her final battle in life. To me, the gift of my conscious brain surpasses all, and my passion is experiencing everything it gives me.
And it’s learning something new that’s the treat I have for us today – because I too want to get to know these bloggers who all came into my life on the same day, two weeks and two days ago. May I present:
- Nicholas, e.p.organics
- Allie, Experiencing Life
- Jonathan and Kandy, noquitdriveon
- Melissa, Chronicle of a Travelling Cal Bear
- Jenn, The Life & Learnings of a Scatterbrain Student
- Charm, All That Charms,
- Victoria, Dear World,
- Kezz, Rethinking Travel
- Eunice, Curio City Lifestyle,
- 40 Fat and Married,
- Padraig, at The Artful Podger’s Blog or Song of the Week Blog
- Simplty Simplistic Complexities,
- Brian Westby writes
- Christina, Snapshots & Thoughts
From what I’ve seen so far, some of these folk are newish to the blogosphere – others established – whichever, please pop across to say hello and make them feel welcome. Who knows, another adventure may unfold.
Thank you Steve, for your appreciation, and the opportunity it gave me to make the circles grow.