This post is credited to Justin...
Here are the rules:
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below asking to be interviewed.
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
1)Similar to the show "Quantum Leap", you are given a chance to jump back into your past, and change something you do. What do you change, and why?
When we were driving to Missouri the night we got the news that my grandfather died, I'd have sat in the back seat with my father. I'm not sure he would have necessarily wanted to talk or anything, but I could have held his hand or given him a hug, and made sure he knew that I was sad, too. Maybe I could have given him some comfort. I hope that he didn't feel alone.
2)You are placed in a small room. In this room, you are given everything you need to survive, but nothing to entertain you or occupy you. The only thing in this room is a red button. You are told that if you press this button, bad things will happen to other people. You belive the person who told you this. How long can you go without pushing the button?
I can't say that I'd feel a big draw to push the button. Not necessarily because I'm so incredibly altruistic; more because I can't see how pressing the button would really be a source of entertainment or occupation (since its not like I would be able to watch the outcomes.) It would be much harder for me if I had been told not to press the button, but not told why. Then I would have to fight the draw of my inquisitive curiosity. That being said, I'm pretty good at entertaining myself, so I think I could find ways to keep myself occupied, even without being given specific sources of entertainment. One can always find something to do if they are inventive enough.
3)What made you start blogging?
I think I was in need of a creative outlet. I enjoy writing, but don't really do it much. I like that I can post random musings and pearls of wisdom (I guess these are yet to come), and of course have the added benefit of letting people who know me keep updated with what's going on in my life.
4)When given "Truth or Dare" options, what makes you want to pick Dare over Truth?
I suppose I'd rather feel physically vulnerable or foolish than emotionally so.
5)What question were you really hoping I wouldn't ask? What was the answer to that question?
There really wasn't any one specific question that I feared. I was prepared to talk in circles around any question to which I didn't want to give a straight answer.
OK... your turn... leave me a comment to get your questions.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Jersey Sojourn
On my way to where the air is sweeeeeet...
Oh wait, no! I'm going to Jersey! Why in the world would someone willingly spend time in New Jersey? Well it just so happens that a fair maiden resides there ... the fairest two year old in all the land. Now I'm not usually one to ga-ga over babies, but she is no ordinary child. I'll probably post a pic of her when I return, but I figure I'd better get mom-and-dad's permission first. After all, some of you people out there prowling around the world wide web are weirdos ... you know who you are!
I'm taking the train up, so I very well may have some additions to Monica's public transit manifesto.
And I have a special post planned for next week. So fear not, fair maids and maidens; fret not, strong men and old. Marisa will return. Hopefully not too worse for the wear for having spent time in New Jersey with a two year old.
Oh wait, no! I'm going to Jersey! Why in the world would someone willingly spend time in New Jersey? Well it just so happens that a fair maiden resides there ... the fairest two year old in all the land. Now I'm not usually one to ga-ga over babies, but she is no ordinary child. I'll probably post a pic of her when I return, but I figure I'd better get mom-and-dad's permission first. After all, some of you people out there prowling around the world wide web are weirdos ... you know who you are!
I'm taking the train up, so I very well may have some additions to Monica's public transit manifesto.
And I have a special post planned for next week. So fear not, fair maids and maidens; fret not, strong men and old. Marisa will return. Hopefully not too worse for the wear for having spent time in New Jersey with a two year old.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Me- My- Mo- Risa
Marisa.
I've always liked my name. Simple, but unique ... Marisa - 1R, 1S ... none of those silly double letters. What you see is what you get. I like that.
I had to call the bank a few days ago, as I am still playing the role of middle woman between the insurance company and the car leinholder after my October car accident. After verifying my personal information, but before I could tell her the purpose of my call, the friendly call taker commented on what a nice name I have. I could've done without the ensuing ten minute explanation of exactly why it she thought it was such a nice name, but I appreciated the sentiment.
When I learned Spanish, I realized my name is made up of two Spanish words: mar, meaning sea or ocean, and risa, meaning laughter. Now that is just plain cool.
I searched yahoo recently, wanting to see if it could find this blog if I entered "Marisa". I figured, it's not a terribly common name, so I wouldn't have too many entries to sort through. I was expecting the usual Marisa Tomei hits, and some random, unnotewothy references; but what I was not expecting was to find out that Marisa is a Genus name. No, not genius (true though that may be!) Genus ... as in Genus species ... as in high school biology.
Now that's kinda cool, one would think.
...One would think. Turns out Marisa is the Genus for two species of snails. Yes, snails. Now I know I'm a little short, but a snail? That puts me just a snip and a puppy-dog-tail away from a Y-chromosome. And since I'm usually covered in enough dog hair to comprise an entire dog, let alone the tail portion, the snail reference leaves me a little dispirited.
http://www.hostultra.com/~applesnails/marisa.htm
http://www.applesnail.net/content/marisa.htm
Always one to make the best out of any situation, I went searching for snail traits that one might find enviable. I searched through animal spirit guides, totem animals, and shamanism lore; I spent way more time than justifiable. This is what I found:
Snails are found in gardens, ponds and even the sea. Their soft bodies are protected by hard shells which they use as a defense. Those with this medicine know how to retreat when danger is present as well as seal themselves off from others. Knowing when to retreat and when to act is an important teaching for those with this totem.
The snail creates a slime trail to travel on so it is easier to move over different surfaces and textures. When snail appears in your life ask yourself if you are taking a harder path than is necessary. Because snail retreats into its shell during adverse weather conditions those with this medicine have the ability to build walls around themselves and withdraw until a situation improves.
Both male and female the snail can produce sperm and eggs at the same time. Because of this duality, those with this totem exhibit male and female characteristics that align and work together in a complimentary way.
Most active at night or on cloudy days the snail uses all of its senses equally and simultaneously. Those with this totem often find they seldom have one intuitive gift more pronounced than another as all psychic abilities are utilized in any given situation.
The snail understands the value of slow movement and teaches us how to use that movement to our advantage. It holds the teachings of patience, perseverance, determination and respect. It asks us to be mobile and fluidic as we move through life, always aware of how our actions or lack of them affect others. The trail we leave behind holds the history of who and what we are. Past situations come to the surface to be healed or balanced in some way. In this way spiritual growth is attained.
(http://www.sayahda.com/cycle.htm)
I've always liked my name. Simple, but unique ... Marisa - 1R, 1S ... none of those silly double letters. What you see is what you get. I like that.
I had to call the bank a few days ago, as I am still playing the role of middle woman between the insurance company and the car leinholder after my October car accident. After verifying my personal information, but before I could tell her the purpose of my call, the friendly call taker commented on what a nice name I have. I could've done without the ensuing ten minute explanation of exactly why it she thought it was such a nice name, but I appreciated the sentiment.
When I learned Spanish, I realized my name is made up of two Spanish words: mar, meaning sea or ocean, and risa, meaning laughter. Now that is just plain cool.
I searched yahoo recently, wanting to see if it could find this blog if I entered "Marisa". I figured, it's not a terribly common name, so I wouldn't have too many entries to sort through. I was expecting the usual Marisa Tomei hits, and some random, unnotewothy references; but what I was not expecting was to find out that Marisa is a Genus name. No, not genius (true though that may be!) Genus ... as in Genus species ... as in high school biology.
Now that's kinda cool, one would think.
...One would think. Turns out Marisa is the Genus for two species of snails. Yes, snails. Now I know I'm a little short, but a snail? That puts me just a snip and a puppy-dog-tail away from a Y-chromosome. And since I'm usually covered in enough dog hair to comprise an entire dog, let alone the tail portion, the snail reference leaves me a little dispirited.
http://www.hostultra.com/~applesnails/marisa.htm
http://www.applesnail.net/content/marisa.htm
Always one to make the best out of any situation, I went searching for snail traits that one might find enviable. I searched through animal spirit guides, totem animals, and shamanism lore; I spent way more time than justifiable. This is what I found:
Snails are found in gardens, ponds and even the sea. Their soft bodies are protected by hard shells which they use as a defense. Those with this medicine know how to retreat when danger is present as well as seal themselves off from others. Knowing when to retreat and when to act is an important teaching for those with this totem.
The snail creates a slime trail to travel on so it is easier to move over different surfaces and textures. When snail appears in your life ask yourself if you are taking a harder path than is necessary. Because snail retreats into its shell during adverse weather conditions those with this medicine have the ability to build walls around themselves and withdraw until a situation improves.
Both male and female the snail can produce sperm and eggs at the same time. Because of this duality, those with this totem exhibit male and female characteristics that align and work together in a complimentary way.
Most active at night or on cloudy days the snail uses all of its senses equally and simultaneously. Those with this totem often find they seldom have one intuitive gift more pronounced than another as all psychic abilities are utilized in any given situation.
The snail understands the value of slow movement and teaches us how to use that movement to our advantage. It holds the teachings of patience, perseverance, determination and respect. It asks us to be mobile and fluidic as we move through life, always aware of how our actions or lack of them affect others. The trail we leave behind holds the history of who and what we are. Past situations come to the surface to be healed or balanced in some way. In this way spiritual growth is attained.
(http://www.sayahda.com/cycle.htm)
I guess I can handle that...
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
The Only Day in Existence
The early sun is so pale and shadowy,
I could be looking up at a ghost
in the shape of a window,
a tall, rectangular spirit
looking down at me in bed,
about to demand that I avenge
the murder of my father.
But the morning light is only the first line
in the play of this day--
the only day in existence--
the opening chord of its long song,
or think of what is permeating
the thin bedroom curtains
I could be looking up at a ghost
in the shape of a window,
a tall, rectangular spirit
looking down at me in bed,
about to demand that I avenge
the murder of my father.
But the morning light is only the first line
in the play of this day--
the only day in existence--
the opening chord of its long song,
or think of what is permeating
the thin bedroom curtains
as the beginning of a lecture
I will listen to until it is dark,
a curious student in a V-neck sweater,
angled into the wooden chair of his life,
ready with notebook and a chewed-up pencil,
quiet as a goldfish in winter,
serious as a compass at sea,
eager to absorb whatever lesson
this damp, overcast Tuesday
has to teach me,
here in the spacious classroom of the world
with its long walls of glass,
its heavy, low-hung ceiling.
-- Billy Collins
I'm not entirely sure that I learned anything new today. I wonder what it was that I missed that this damp overcast Tuesday tried to teach me. I hope it wasn't anything too important. Is there a review at the end of life's lesson? Sometime before the final exam? If not, would someone please loan me their notes?
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