I have a hangover. This has nothing to do with Lupercalia and everything to do with vegetarian vodka jelly at my birthday party. I love my friends, and trifle.
I have photography meme posts to do! but for now, Jennie gave me this meme:
Association Meme: Comment to this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.
I was given:
Dinosaurs; Dancing; Talking about science in an accessible yet still interesting way; Heart and stomach of a pirate king!; Amazing hair.Dinosaurs
When I tell people what I do, I'm used to people now enthusing about how awesome
it is; and that's a welcome change from being a teenager, telling people what I wanted to do/what I was doing at university, and getting the very special patronising
I used to like dinosaurs, and grew out of it
. It was like being surrounded by Susan Pevensies, and I'm glad people have grown out of it.
Truth is, I never grew out of my dinosaur phase, and why the Hell should I have? Dinosaurs, and all extinct creatures that would be alien to today's ecosystem are hugely fascinating animals, and the fact that we can actually piece together how they lived; that's amazing
and I actually do it. there are these awesome, huge, vicious, spiky armoured animals that dominated their world, and we know things about them. We have all this information abut them and it's probably right
It's my alien test. If you're not awed when you enter the NHM and see Dippy, you're probably not an Earthling.Dancing
Much as it pains me to identify with a Bryan Adams song, she's only happy when she's dancing
cold have been about me. I mean, sure I've got no formal training - I wanted ballet lessons as a child but that never came to anything, but damnit, I love
just being on the dance floor, listening to music I love and just expressing that love through movement.
Dancing is the vertical expression of a horizontal desire
doesn't really hold true for me. I mean, sure, I've used
dancing as a pick-up technique, but really for me, it's just about the music, having fun. If it's a real analogy for sex, then the sex it's analogous to is masturbation.
When I was doing some research for writing the Black Canary I cam across the concept of Seishin Toitsu
, a form of meditation that takes place during Judo, when all your concentration becomes focused on the fight. I haven't researched the idea much, but it did strike me as the kind of thing that happens to me on the dancefloor: when it's me, he familiar hug of a corset and the the music, it's often been the only time I can calm my over busy mind down and lose myself in the moment. It was my form of meditation before I ever understood meditation.
And Rob refusing to take my love of dancing seriously was a major part of why we broke up.Talking about science in an accessible yet still interesting way
I can't help it, it's an addiction. I love talking about science
. Well, I love talking about anything, but science is one of my things, so there you have it.
"Accessible yet still interesting" sounds like it should be flattery, and I should take it as a compliment or something, but I dunno, it just is
. I'm just one of those people who thinks primarily in words, and might have images and abstract concepts and ideas floating around, but it means nothing
to me if I can't put it into words. If I can't break things down into accessible words, then it means I don't understand it properly yet. And interesting - well, I have to be interested enough else I just won't say it.
It's about communication. If I can't make what I'm trying to say 'accessible and interesting' then no one's going to listen to what I have to say and I'll have failed in my attempt to communicate, and the onus of understanding is always
on the person trying to do the communication, not on the listener. The listener has some responsibility, but if there's a miscommunication and fault has to be assigned, it should be on the communicator.Heart and Stomach of a Pirate King!
I am come amongst you, as you see, at this time, not for my recreation and disport, but being resolved, in the midst and heat of the battle, to live and die amongst you all; to lay down for my God, and for my kingdom, and my people, my honour and my blood, even in the dust. I know I have the body but of a weak and feeble woman; but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too.
Elizabeth I, to the troops at Tilbury
Elizabeth Turner, nee Swann, was a woman in a man's world, and knew it. She was a spectacular sword fighter, true, but she was objectified, physically threatened, ignored for 'man's problems', underestimated and used over and over again. So she fought against it. She stood up for herself, she made use of underestimation and objectification, she played up her strengths and sidestepped her weaknesses, and she forged herself a niche and a place in the male dominated bloodthirsty world of fictional pirates. She was made Pirate King to suit a man's purpose, by by god she used that position for her own. She fought for what was important to her and stuck to her ideals and was, among the characters, the great leader. Yes, I'm a sucker for idealistic princesses, shush.
So yes, I grabbed a quote from another Elizabeth and plonked it on the fictional Elizabeth, because I think it fits. I'm still living in a patriarchy, but boo fucking hoo, I can fight it.Amazing hair
I'm genetically predisposed to hav amazing hair: my Dad is not yet fully white in his advancing years (and he's going to kill me for saying that), and his mother had ridiculously thick hair when she died aged 88. My hair's not the colour I'd like, but it is pretty thick and fine, and naturally straight, meaning that all I need to make it manageable is handfuls (and I mean handfuls) of conditioner every few days. Then I just need to keep it tied back and cut the split ends off when they come. This mop survived the Utah desert, it can survive.
Not that I'm particularly attached to it, the real reason I keep it long is to save money on hairdressers, as I never pay to have it cut, and I kind of get used to the attention I get for having hair I can sit on. The plait down my back is comforting, familiar, and hits people when I move my hand just right.
And it's excellent