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Well this is fun. Feels very early internet, when you would fill out and answer those email questionnaires that would make the rounds on *AOL Online!*
One of my favorite things to do in the summer is drive with my window rolled down and the music turned up. What is on your summertime playlist?
Float On by Modest Mouse of apparently going to be the definitive Song Of The Summer for the rest of my life. That album is 16 years old now. The summer it came out, I was a camp counselor at a summer camp in San Diego. One of the best summers of my life. I actually am in the process right now of connecting with a dear friend from that time, and we talked about that summer, the summer of 2004, specifically.
Another answer, a more recent discovery, is the entirety of Extended by YOUR SONG IS GOOD.
The whole thing is just blissfully chill vibes and oh so good. Perfect driving around with the windows down music.
I recently moved back to the area where I grew up. Tell me about where you grew up - has it changed? If you left, what would induce you to return? If you've always lived there, what would induce you to leave?
I grew up in Alabama. It was not a "good time," and I've never once thought about going back after having escaped.
I went back for a wedding a couple years ago, and it seems to be doing even worse on the whole despite some marginally successful pockets of revitalization. There's a Whole Foods, and a nice restaurant or two. But also the downtown is abandoned, boarded up, and decaying.
I feel like I really don't want to say much more about that here. This topic deserves its own dedicated post.
What tree is your favourite and why?
When I was a kid we had a huge weeping willow in our backyard and the branched reached all the way down to the ground, forming a perfect enclosure. You could walk through the branches and they would close behind you like a curtain. Because the inside of the enclosure was cut off so well from the sun, no grass or anything really grew in there. It was just soft earth.
It was the perfect place to go and sit and play around as a kid. I used to keep toy cars and trucks in there, and would spend hours under the branches of that tree.
What were you afraid of as a child? Are you still afraid or did you "grow" out of it?
I don't really being afraid of much as a kid. I was a pretty fearless child, and had a pretty sheltered upbringing.
I guess I'll share a random revulsion like acdw did.
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My whole life, I have had a certain revulsion to paper and paper products like cardboard. I can never predict when it's going to happen or what is going to set it off, but the feeling of dry paper sliding across my skin can give me the willies. And sometimes seeing somebody else tear a piece of paper in a certain way is so revolting that it almost makes me want to vomit.
When I worked at the library I used to, as part of my job, print lesson plans and other documents. Hundreds of them. And sometimes I just couldn't do it. The touch and feel of paper would suddenly jolt me and rock me enough that I'd actually stagger back a step away from the printer.
Who are some poets that you enjoy? What is it about them that speaks to you?
I read a lot of e e cummings in high school, and had a book of his poems. But I haven't really read much poetry as an adult.
There's one poem I like, by Sylvia Townsend Warner.
On one of our early anniversaries, according to legend, pete went to the library and pulled a random book of poems off the shelf and opened it to a random page, and found this one:
I thought that love would leap from a cloud
To devour me,
Or with the loud
Unmaking challenge to be of a trumpet
Overpower me.
But love has befallen me like a sleep.
And calm as a weed I range in this flood
Where no will is
My anxious blood
Forgets its scarlet and lies down in slumber
With the lilies,
And my thoughts for the change of clouds I exchange
Isn't that lovely?
This poem has been printed out and framed in every place we've ever lived.
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