Let me whisper in your ear
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Five things you don’t know about me – at least, I hope you don’t, as otherwise this is going to be rather pointless –
- I’m not at all a very sociable person. Anton Chekov wrote a story about a man who bets a large sum of money on his being able to stay in completely solitary confinement for fifteen years, with books and food provided. This was part of the English Lit curriculum in grade 9 or 10 and even then, this didn’t seem like such a bad bet to me. I enjoy company when I have it, but I’m just as content with reading material and music.
- I have a secret weakness for shiny, frilly clothes – probably in reaction to the fact that the clothes I wore as a child were rather sober (thanks Mum & Dad!) Generally, I’m able to keep this magpie-like craving under control, but every now and then – as the budget allows – I come home from the mall with awfully loud purchases that I never wear, but would never, ever dispose of.
- I’m not talkative because of any innate gregariousness, it’s just that I babble when I’m nervous.
- When I had access to a lending library, my preferred genre was crime – the grislier the better. At one point, I even had this really macabre interest in true crime. Now that I’m thousands of kilometres away from the TPL, I have to confine myself to whodunit TV shows and am fast running out. Recommendations, anyone?
- When fêted musicians or albums leave me cold, I always feel the weakness is in me. Why is it that The Arcade Fire does nothing for me, musically speaking? Do I have a tin ear? Is this because I watch MTV? Why do other people like the Strokes so? Why am I not in on this?
2 comments:
Hello! Grab a cuppa coffee, this is going to be a wee bit long.
1) :D I remember this story! Also, I agree completely. Solitude (but with pets?) is brilliant, for the most part.
(You know, I remember Mrs. Brendish giving us the meaning and asking for the word in one of our lit classes, and I answered but I said "soltitude" (sorry, I had a tendency to not look up words in the dictionary while I was reading, if I could infer the meaning from the sentence. Made for some skewed pronunciation while growing up. Glad I outgrew that.) and she repeated the correct pronunciation SO loudly and vehemently that I wished I hadn't answered at all..
2) May I *please* come over and peek into your closet and force you to model some of these for me? I promise, I will not put the pictures on the interwebs. Really. Really! But they can't be that bad, it's you. Your dress sense is quite subdued and non Skittle like. And you should be grateful that your parents didn't dress you up in a stereotypically Malayali fashion. *nods sagely*
3) ?! Wha? You never seem nervous! I'd love to be you, especially during interviews. :D
4) AHA! YOU! It was you who recommended Portrait of a Killer, was it not? Maybe? Sorry,if I'm tigerpouncing on you for no reason.
5) But but.. Neon Bible? Magazine ripping used as percussion? C'mon! It was kinda neat, no? No?
(1) Oh dear lord, Mrs B deserves a post all her own. Wasn't she awful?
(2) NEVER! I refuse to let a person who has access to all sorts of cameras watch me try on the worst parts of my wardrobe. ;-)I don't know, if my parents had dressed me up in a stereotypically malayali fashion, I'd probably now have the best wardrobe ever, instead of one that includes a gold lame shawl... with beads. *cries in shame*
(3) Jigga-what? I always thought the verbal diarrhea was a dead giveaway,
(4) Portrait of a Killer, eh? *googles furiously*
(5) I haven't even HEARD Neon Bible. Funeral only kinda sorta worked for me, so I didn't even bother. :-S I don't know, generally 'indie' is too inaccessible for me? *fails at being cool*
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