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muscadineyou are an elf in Lorien ,or Memphis even, and you hear that it is time to make a choice to travel west to lands and ways of life and being you do not know, or to remain in the twilight world of Faerie immortal until the end of all things when next there will be perhaps a question like this...umm long boring question if still awake which do you choose?
Not boring at all, fascinating question. I suppose if one wanted to look at my current situation, I would have to say I'm choosing to travel west to a new world. But in my actual case it is perhaps not a one way trip, unlike what the question scenario implies. So I think if the choice were presented, as such, I might choose the latter option if I thought I had not seen/learned all there is to see/learn. Then, at "the end of all things" I would move on.
love is...?
To plagiarize (with apologies to Paul, but I'm pretty sure this qualifies as public domain):
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
loved book as a child.
Just one? No way. Here are a few:
The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle
The Lorax and others by Dr. Seuss
Anything by Shel Silverstein (Where the Sidewalk Ends, The Giving Tree, etc)
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and others by C.S. Lewis
Dear Mr. Henshaw and others by Beverly Cleary
Owls in the Family and others by Farley Mowat
The Encyclopedia Brown series by Donald J. Sobol
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Reggie's No-Good Bird by Nellie Burchardt
Harold The Bird Watcher by Hilda Colman
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
you can have any job you want 10 years from now what will it be?
Oh dear, if only I knew. :D I want to make a difference, whatever I do. I think I would like to teach. I think I would like to do research. Non-profit work might be rewarding. So long as we're fantasizing: I've always had the notion of owning a pet shop. Urm...and being some sort of naturalist/animal caretaker has always had an appeal. When I was a child I wanted to be an entomologist (At age six even. I would tell adults and they'd just look at me blankly...so I started just saying "scientist." Heh.), an ichthyologist (same problem), then later veterinarian (couldn't stand seeing animals in pain), then doctor (no qualms there, heh.).
do remember any particular teacher... why?
Ones who stand out from the rest:
7th grade science teacher (can't remember name right now :P ), she was enthusiastic, funny yet serious about learning, and a little eccentric (probably helped with the funny part)
8th grade reading teacher (Ms. Lester), she was also an enthusiastic teacher, and engaged us on a one-on-one level, funny too.
high school Spanish teacher (Senora Moore), she was just a kindly woman, who didn't take herself or anyone else too seriously. Actually, my other Spanish teacher was also pretty memorable, but mostly for his resemblance to Mr. Clean.
high school Geometry teacher (Mr. Franklin), he was kind of a dork, and actually sometimes sort of smarmy, but mostly a funny, smart guy who really knew his stuff and could relate to being a high school student.
high school Calculus & Physics teacher (crud, I should really remember his name, it'll come to me later), had a reputation for being crabby but you could tell he really cared about his students. Everybody liked him.
11 & 12th grade English teacher (Mr. Chamberlain), probably the most memorable of the bunch. Loved his job, loved his students and wanted them to not just learn but be cultured. Very eccentric. He has since retired, and so Columbia, TN has lost one of its "fine"est teachers ever.
Then there is Mr. Vann, who I didn't have for class, but instead was a teacher's aide for him during study period senior year. He was a biology teacher and advisor to the Key Club, which I was in. Memorable because he was a great guy, and I had a major crush on him *blush*. He was cute, though, what can I say? :D
I won't get into college professors. I could write books about a few of those.
the Djinn says, umm lets vary the routine, not a wish for you but you can have an old plate or a rusty sword or a cheap cup or a willow wand...maybe it could be useful for something, which?
I would choose the willow wand. The tree of dreaming, intuition, emotion...it's bound to come in handy. :)
As before, follow-ups welcome.
Not boring at all, fascinating question. I suppose if one wanted to look at my current situation, I would have to say I'm choosing to travel west to a new world. But in my actual case it is perhaps not a one way trip, unlike what the question scenario implies. So I think if the choice were presented, as such, I might choose the latter option if I thought I had not seen/learned all there is to see/learn. Then, at "the end of all things" I would move on.
love is...?
To plagiarize (with apologies to Paul, but I'm pretty sure this qualifies as public domain):
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
loved book as a child.
Just one? No way. Here are a few:
The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle
The Lorax and others by Dr. Seuss
Anything by Shel Silverstein (Where the Sidewalk Ends, The Giving Tree, etc)
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and others by C.S. Lewis
Dear Mr. Henshaw and others by Beverly Cleary
Owls in the Family and others by Farley Mowat
The Encyclopedia Brown series by Donald J. Sobol
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain
Reggie's No-Good Bird by Nellie Burchardt
Harold The Bird Watcher by Hilda Colman
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
The Hobbit & Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
you can have any job you want 10 years from now what will it be?
Oh dear, if only I knew. :D I want to make a difference, whatever I do. I think I would like to teach. I think I would like to do research. Non-profit work might be rewarding. So long as we're fantasizing: I've always had the notion of owning a pet shop. Urm...and being some sort of naturalist/animal caretaker has always had an appeal. When I was a child I wanted to be an entomologist (At age six even. I would tell adults and they'd just look at me blankly...so I started just saying "scientist." Heh.), an ichthyologist (same problem), then later veterinarian (couldn't stand seeing animals in pain), then doctor (no qualms there, heh.).
do remember any particular teacher... why?
Ones who stand out from the rest:
7th grade science teacher (can't remember name right now :P ), she was enthusiastic, funny yet serious about learning, and a little eccentric (probably helped with the funny part)
8th grade reading teacher (Ms. Lester), she was also an enthusiastic teacher, and engaged us on a one-on-one level, funny too.
high school Spanish teacher (Senora Moore), she was just a kindly woman, who didn't take herself or anyone else too seriously. Actually, my other Spanish teacher was also pretty memorable, but mostly for his resemblance to Mr. Clean.
high school Geometry teacher (Mr. Franklin), he was kind of a dork, and actually sometimes sort of smarmy, but mostly a funny, smart guy who really knew his stuff and could relate to being a high school student.
high school Calculus & Physics teacher (crud, I should really remember his name, it'll come to me later), had a reputation for being crabby but you could tell he really cared about his students. Everybody liked him.
11 & 12th grade English teacher (Mr. Chamberlain), probably the most memorable of the bunch. Loved his job, loved his students and wanted them to not just learn but be cultured. Very eccentric. He has since retired, and so Columbia, TN has lost one of its "fine"est teachers ever.
Then there is Mr. Vann, who I didn't have for class, but instead was a teacher's aide for him during study period senior year. He was a biology teacher and advisor to the Key Club, which I was in. Memorable because he was a great guy, and I had a major crush on him *blush*. He was cute, though, what can I say? :D
I won't get into college professors. I could write books about a few of those.
the Djinn says, umm lets vary the routine, not a wish for you but you can have an old plate or a rusty sword or a cheap cup or a willow wand...maybe it could be useful for something, which?
I would choose the willow wand. The tree of dreaming, intuition, emotion...it's bound to come in handy. :)
As before, follow-ups welcome.
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Date: 2003-06-05 03:18 pm (UTC)2. What's something you remember from your life when you were seven?
3. What's your opinion of bestiality?
4. If you had to have one bad memory erased, which one would you least mind giving up?
5. What are the very weirdest things about you?
Thank You!
Date: 2003-06-05 03:42 pm (UTC)we must (all) do this sort of thing occasionaly...
maybe not every week or it becomes just a little
too much exercise for our showing of self maybe
and yet the story tells that the king of the
land waste because of his sickness was waiting
for someone to ask "what ails you uncle?" or
in effect "how is it to be...you?" and the
exchange even of this sort of thing perhaps goes
towards that...
now for further reading if you missed these
I would commend Harold and the purple crayon,
Wind in the willows, the Mary Poppins books.
+Seraphim.
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Date: 2003-06-09 07:47 am (UTC)On the last day of school my first grade teacher spread out a whole array of brand-spanking-new children's books, and each of us got to come up and pick the one we wanted to take home and keep. And I had a sixth grade teacher that read us Charlotte's Web out loud on her lunch hour. Will never forget either of these gestures.
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Date: 2003-06-09 09:02 am (UTC)