I would like to thank Ward Clever for this nomination. He is the superb Head Tea Master of the excellent Tea Fiend Mutual Appreciation Society, and therefore can foxy up a brew or cuppa from mere twigs and stones at a moment’s notice. He has quite the Mad Hatter spark and his comments and posts will never fail to lend a firework to your day.
The Guidelines: rules do not exist. Instead of the R word, we have the easy-going and eternally more satisfying G word: ‘guidelines’. Where the R word ensnares your footsteps, spilling your smiles sideways to cruelly evoke our strict shirt and tie schooldays, guidelines comfort and caress, making compromises alongside necessity.
- Thank the Blogger who Nominated you in the post and link their blog
- Answer the 11 Questions asked of you
- List the rules and include the Sunshine Blogger Award Logo in your post
- Write a new list of 11 Questions for your Nominees
- Nominate 11 Bloggers for the Sunshine Blogger Award
What is your favorite thing about yourself? I like that this question is a cup-half-full question, rather than a cup-half-empty question. This is handy, as I see myself as a cup-half full kind of lady, whether it be a lactose-free brew or a cheery vista approach to life. I suppose, that is my favourite thing about myself, and this question.
Who is your favorite fictional character? Those that I write about. If a writer does not adore their own characters, how can they expect their readers to?
Are we alone in the universe? Humans, I mean, not you and me. This question greeted me dumbfounded, as I do not have sufficient information to answer it. If I were to make an educated guess, I would consider the enormity of the universe and the sheer number of planets with conditions similar to earth. Statistically, I imagine at least one must have developed life of some fashion.
The second half of this question concerns the meaning of the word ‘alone’. Does life on other planets need to be self-aware for the human race not to be alone, or does that life need to be merely microbial? I imagine, intelligent life on other planets is far less likely than microbial life, but not impossible. If I were spending a holiday with another human being, I would not consider myself alone, but if I spent a holiday with my trusty petri dish full of micrococcus or staphylococcus—even if I were to drag my mouldy dish along on a lead and take endless selfies alongside it—I would still consider myself very much alone. If I went with my cat, however, or a dog, I feel I would not consider myself alone. Where does humanity draw the line of alone-ness?
Most of all, possibly, it depends whether you believe in a God, in which case I suppose, humanity is never alone.
How much is that doggie in the window? Well, it wasn’t a doggie, but a kitty cat—but I can understand where the misunderstanding arose as she was on her back enjoying a tummy rub at the time with a lead attached to her neck, and her tongue hanging out. She did not cost a penny.
Is the glass half empty or half full? Half full and hopefully getting fuller.
As this post is a nomination from the admirable Head Tea Master, Mr Ward Clever, I felt this question required a tea-related answer—my response—who drinks tea in a glass? Well actually, on my various travels, I have found England to be one of the minority of countries to take their brew within porcelain. I believe I was in Hungary, the first time I was served a cup of tea in a glass. I was thunderstruck, horror stricken! Who would dare defile the mighty tea bag in such an abhorrent way—in a glass! Glass which butchers and taints the subtle tones of the fragile tea leaf, the nakedly, promiscuous glass, which transparently reveals its most sacred inner contents, glass which lacks the courteous gesture of a handle. A handle that allows tea to be sipped at the correct temperature, where glass scorches the fingers of any who dare let impatience best them.
What is your passion in life? How about in monopoly? My passion is travelling. To date, I have visited 38 countries and 18 states of America. My most recent travels have been camping through Zimbabwe, Botswana, Namibia and South Africa over July and August this year, and travelling to the Arctic over last mid-winter. In just over a week, I will be travelling to Greece.
I have not played monopoly for many years, and to be honest, I have forgotten the rules. From memory, the game revolved around the acquisition of property and gaining money. This has never been a goal in life for me. In my opinion, living life is more important than assets as long as you have enough to money to meet your basic needs. Perhaps that is why Monopoly never appealed to me. The best version of Monopoly I have ever seen, was an inspired cannibalisation of the game, where the board represented travelling to countries around the globe and gaining cultural understanding, rather than gaining property. Ingenious and educational!
What is your favorite color airport? Spotty pink and white like—actually, nowhere. Hoping to find one someday, another reason to keep flying.
Who do you think you are? Interestingly, in British English (and possibly other varieties of English), this sentence would foremost be understood as a retaliation following an insult. My immediate reply would be, “I am dreadfully sorry, I did not mean to offend you,” whilst wringing my knuckles and chewing on various body parts, wondering what I had done to cause such an outburst, however, knowing Ward, I am confident that it is meant more literally 🙂
The answer to this question depends who I am with – different masks with different people. In a position of authority I am professional She, tight-rope strict and a long hike from home She, who is fun loving, and far too giggle-some. When I see parents, I am daughter She, and when I see old friends I feel myself regress to the self I was when I knew them well.
These various and necessary aspects of myself create a complex and context-dependant personality, all buoyant on the pool of me-ness, a slow-growing and more significant constant, which may taste increasingly sweet or bitter as time ages it. While the masks may come and go, fluttering like birds or fashions of times gone by, the pool remains.
I figure, we are all strands of those things life and the people around us cause us to be, but standing straight through it all, is the gradual and consistent pace of you-ness—the essence of which is more feeling, like the morning shadow of dreams, but ineffable. It is something I cannot grasp, it just slips infuriatingly between the ineffective tongs like a casino crane.
What is the one thing you admire least about Clever? He doesn’t own a pet dragon—very disappointing!
If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, would you get me some too? It depends:
Would I have an infinite supply of this food or would it be limited? Could I choose the food? Would it be one item of food, such as cheese, or would it be a meal, like a stir fry or curry where there can be variations of protein and vegetables?
If it were infinite, and I could choose the food, then yes, I would feed you, lovely Head Tea Master, and indeed attempt to feed the entire world (if the food source could travel without putrefying). How wonderful would it be to cure world hunger through an infinite supply of Dal Baht or stir fry?
What do you do for fun? How about for a Klondike bar? Who is ‘Fun’? I do not think I have ever met him or her, so I am not sure what I would be able to do for them or what I have unknowingly done for them in the past. It sounds like a Japanese name, perhaps, which would be really handy, as I am learning Japanese at the moment, perhaps they could help me with my kanji?
What is a Klondike bar, is that like a bar of gold or a weight for lifting, or is it a level to which I must aspire? Perhaps it is edible, like a chocolate bar, a crunchy, or a kitkat, or perhaps it is more biscuit in form. Most importantly does it include lactose, and can Fun have one too?
She’s Questions for Nominees:
I have left many ambiguous for your own interpretation, or multiple interpretations, if you wish:
- What happened to him?
- What would you think I was referring to if I told you to ‘put it down’?
- Who is the most interesting person you have met, and what made them so memorable?
- What makes happiness happy?
- If you could remove one letter from the English alphabet, what would it be, and what consequences do you see coming from it?
- What was the last thing you lost and never found? What do you imagine has happened to it?
- What significance does the word ‘chance’ have to you? What do you associate with it?
- Can mistakes be treasured? How?
- If a giant squirrel had commandeered your mode of transportation, whether car, moped, bike etc., and seemed to know how to make it work, what would you do to stop him?
- If you had your own coat of arms, what would I expect to find on them to describe you and your family?
- How right is right?
As per usual, participation is entirely voluntary. I would however, be very grateful if you might let me know when you post, as your answers will, I am sure, be excellent reading, knowing what top-notch writers you all are!