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Ár nDraíocht Féin
Three Cranes
Chaos Matrix

December 20th, 2005

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04:38 pm - Polls and female heros. . .
I created the polls I've posted the past two days for a variety of reasons, but primarily, I'm terribly interested in the way people perceive others (and, in this case, myself in particular). It amused me to find that, as people took the quizzes, they either started and finished with a humourous bent, or they started out funny, then became unsure, and got all serious.

This is good news to me, as I love it when a) people are enjoying themselves; b) people are confused; and c) people are honest. Combining the three is the most fun.

I expect I'll chat about most of these things (one shouldn't make a quiz and then fail to provide some sort of "answer key"), and I'll get to that shortly. Most of the questions will be talked about in some manner or another.

If you haven't filled 'em in, please do: Part I | Part II

On a side note, if you've never read Beryl Markham's West With the Night, I expect you to go out and get a copy as soon as possible. It is, I believe, probably one of the most amazing books I've ever read. It is not so much a book about some random woman flyer, or even so much about aviation. It's about adventure and human experience. And it's full of truth. If you haven't checked the Amazon.Com "exerpt" from the book, it's wonderfully descriptive of the general content of the book:
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo.

The beauty of this book sneaks up on you and captivates you. I cannot recommend it enough.

And now, off to meet mmefrufru for dinner. . . Mmmmm. . .
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: "Frenchman for the Night", -JB

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Date:December 20th, 2005 10:00 pm (UTC)
Thanks for giving me something to do at work.
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Date:December 21st, 2005 01:05 pm (UTC)
Hey, any time :)
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Date:December 21st, 2005 01:05 pm (UTC)
That particular excerpt, possibly, isn't even the best one. It was just easy to copy and paste it from Amazon.Com instead of typing another one out. . . But it's damn good.

I'll keep Bali in mind :)

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