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emperor, if you would like me to pick three of your profile interests that I'd like to hear you talk about, comment on this post to say so.
I was a bit apprehensive about participating in this meme, as the bulk of my profile interests date from the creation of my livejournal back in 2000, when I was an angsty, pretentious teenager, and definitely selecting them as much to make myself seem interesting and cool as to accurately express who I was. I'm actually slightly surprised, looking back at them now, how many of them do still capture aspects of the world that I find appealing or interesting. Anyway,emperor asked me about:
nothing
Hah. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that this was me being angsty and goth. Or, more charitably, seriously depressed. I think there was probably some deliberate double entendre - on the one hand a sweeping ennui that meant I couldn't really sustain interest in anything, and on the other a real and active longing for oblivion as an end to the pain I was in. But whilst neither of those feelings trouble me now, I still have an interest in a different kind of nothingness - the pursuit of that self-emptying entry into the cloud of unknowing that stands between us and God.
readthroughs
Now, this was obviously a slightly later addition, because I don't think I started going to readthroughs until around 2004 or thereabouts, but since then they've become one of my favourite things to do with my clothes on, and the vehicle through which nearly all my closest friendships either began or developed. I simply cannot imagine what my life would look like now if Bardcamp hadn't been part of it.
the cusp of seasons
This phrase comes with an intensely striking image - I don't think it's a memory of a real moment, but I could be wrong - of walking through Cambridge on a bright crisp day towards the end of Michaelmas, with bright red and golden leaves piled high, and maybe a few still left on the trees, but a bitter cold that threatens snow just around the corner. I am much more at home in autumn and spring than I am in summer and winter; not just because I don't like extremes of temperature, but because somehow the world always feels more filled with possibilities.
emperor, if you would like me to pick three of your profile interests that I'd like to hear you talk about, comment on this post to say so.I was a bit apprehensive about participating in this meme, as the bulk of my profile interests date from the creation of my livejournal back in 2000, when I was an angsty, pretentious teenager, and definitely selecting them as much to make myself seem interesting and cool as to accurately express who I was. I'm actually slightly surprised, looking back at them now, how many of them do still capture aspects of the world that I find appealing or interesting. Anyway,
emperor asked me about:nothing
Hah. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that this was me being angsty and goth. Or, more charitably, seriously depressed. I think there was probably some deliberate double entendre - on the one hand a sweeping ennui that meant I couldn't really sustain interest in anything, and on the other a real and active longing for oblivion as an end to the pain I was in. But whilst neither of those feelings trouble me now, I still have an interest in a different kind of nothingness - the pursuit of that self-emptying entry into the cloud of unknowing that stands between us and God.
readthroughs
Now, this was obviously a slightly later addition, because I don't think I started going to readthroughs until around 2004 or thereabouts, but since then they've become one of my favourite things to do with my clothes on, and the vehicle through which nearly all my closest friendships either began or developed. I simply cannot imagine what my life would look like now if Bardcamp hadn't been part of it.
the cusp of seasons
This phrase comes with an intensely striking image - I don't think it's a memory of a real moment, but I could be wrong - of walking through Cambridge on a bright crisp day towards the end of Michaelmas, with bright red and golden leaves piled high, and maybe a few still left on the trees, but a bitter cold that threatens snow just around the corner. I am much more at home in autumn and spring than I am in summer and winter; not just because I don't like extremes of temperature, but because somehow the world always feels more filled with possibilities.
