Seven Things Meme - Part Two
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gurdymonkey(I should've known better. EVERYONE wants to play now, which means I have to think up stuff for them....)
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learnteach: giri, sake', monkey, dance, seltzer, wide-eyed, culture
The whole monkey thing originated with Gaius. He felt that if I had a hurdy gurdy, I should have a monkey, presenting me with a small stuffed Curious George.. I decided that if the monkey was attending SCA events, he needed to make an attempt at pre-17th century dress. The stuffed monkeys began to proliferate, friends began giving me all manner of monkey themed tchotchkes, and I surrendered to the inevitable and ran with it. It turned out to work just as well, if not better, when I started concentrating on my Japanese persona: Monkey is one of the twelve Zodiac animals and there are several monkey kami that play roles in the Shinto cosmology.
That said, I admit I find our primate cousins fascinating and beautiful. Anybody who repudiates the theory of evolution has not observed an orangutan comforting himself with a security blanket, or the big chimp at the Oakland Zoo who snuck along the top of the cage so he could spit water all over an unsuspecting and stupid daddy who was banging on the glass to try to make another chimp look at his kid.
Dance. I have mixed feelings about dance. It's supposed to be romantic and all, but truth be told, 99% of the time for me it's fraught with awkwardness and social pressure that sucks all the fun out of it. It's ultimately why I stopped going to the Friday Night Waltz series. My knee problems mean I'm limited in what dances I can do, my natural shyness (yes, really), makes it very difficult for me to ask someone else to dance - and sitting around not dancing is damned depressing. I do enjoy dancing withlearnteach, though. Particularly last time when I was tricked out in high Nara period style with hanging sleeves.
Seltzer. There's another Gaius association. I'm not sure if it was a New York thang, but it was his drink of choice by the time we got together. There were always bottles of seltzer in the fridge, and empties overflowing the recycling bin. I recall one day the stack was getting rather spectacular, to the point I asked how high he was going to let it get before he took it out. "I dunno, let's see how high it'll go." So I walked into the kitchen and blew on the nearest bottle, which was enough to disturb the ziggurat and make him take out the recycling.
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learnteach: The whole monkey thing originated with Gaius. He felt that if I had a hurdy gurdy, I should have a monkey, presenting me with a small stuffed Curious George.. I decided that if the monkey was attending SCA events, he needed to make an attempt at pre-17th century dress. The stuffed monkeys began to proliferate, friends began giving me all manner of monkey themed tchotchkes, and I surrendered to the inevitable and ran with it. It turned out to work just as well, if not better, when I started concentrating on my Japanese persona: Monkey is one of the twelve Zodiac animals and there are several monkey kami that play roles in the Shinto cosmology.
That said, I admit I find our primate cousins fascinating and beautiful. Anybody who repudiates the theory of evolution has not observed an orangutan comforting himself with a security blanket, or the big chimp at the Oakland Zoo who snuck along the top of the cage so he could spit water all over an unsuspecting and stupid daddy who was banging on the glass to try to make another chimp look at his kid.
Dance. I have mixed feelings about dance. It's supposed to be romantic and all, but truth be told, 99% of the time for me it's fraught with awkwardness and social pressure that sucks all the fun out of it. It's ultimately why I stopped going to the Friday Night Waltz series. My knee problems mean I'm limited in what dances I can do, my natural shyness (yes, really), makes it very difficult for me to ask someone else to dance - and sitting around not dancing is damned depressing. I do enjoy dancing with
learnteach, though. Particularly last time when I was tricked out in high Nara period style with hanging sleeves.Seltzer. There's another Gaius association. I'm not sure if it was a New York thang, but it was his drink of choice by the time we got together. There were always bottles of seltzer in the fridge, and empties overflowing the recycling bin. I recall one day the stack was getting rather spectacular, to the point I asked how high he was going to let it get before he took it out. "I dunno, let's see how high it'll go." So I walked into the kitchen and blew on the nearest bottle, which was enough to disturb the ziggurat and make him take out the recycling.
