I am he as you are he as you are me
and we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
see how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a cornflake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
you let your face grow long
I am the eggman
they are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Mr. city policeman sitting
pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife
Pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
you let your knickers down
I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Sitting in an English garden
waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan
from standing in the English rain
I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Expert, texpert choking smokers
don't you think the joker laughs at you
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying
Semolina pilchard
climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking
Edgar Allan Poe
I am the eggman
They are the eggmen
I am the walrus
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' joob
Goo goo g' goo
goo goo g' joob goo
juba juba juba
juba juba juba
juba juba juba juba
juba juba
-- The Beatles, "I Am The Walrus"
That's right folks, the shower meme lives on. I've taken a while to answer
the questions of Dave and Emily because I'm long winded. There's some good
personal divulsion, though, so fans of Trevor Stone will be rewarded. I've
got another set of questions to answer from Emily Goo and I don't think I've
gotten any from anyone else; correct me if I'm wrong.
If you would like an interview, just ask! If you'd like to ask me five
questions, also feel free.
The curious output device that is
sandbar asked as follows:
1) You seem to have a pretty eclectic upbringing, T. What's the background on your parents?
I've taken a while to answer this interview mostly because I don't know how long this answer will be. Let's find out.
My mom's parents were both teachers (though her dad did a lot of other stuff too). She is thus a compulsive student; we seriously have about 10,000 books in our house. She also has a Masters in Experiential Education, and was instinctively a teacher to her kids. My dad grew up as an army brat, but his dad didn't fit the hard-assed army pop; his folks were fairly easy-going. Both families were nominally Christian -- they went to church as kids, celebrate Christmas, and all that -- but I don't think my parents' lack of attendance at church in their adulthood was an issue at any point. My folks met in a mythology class in college and were married in (or near) Bouler on the weekend of Woodstock, 1969. They've lived in (or near) Boulder ever since. Boulder was a much hippier place in the '70s, so by the time I'd come along in '79, they knew a lot of funky people.
Despite their long-time residency in Boulder, they're fairly down to earth and with-it people. My dad majored in math and minored in physics, but remembers every detail he's ever learned about history and other liberal arts. He plays the banjo, was the sole employee of KGNU (Boulder's voluneer-powered community radio station) for about three years, and for the last 20 years he has been the only employee of Fergus Sound Enterprises, his recording studio in our converted garage. My mom reads a lot, and is always into several new theories, always in an attempt to understand how the world (or parts of it) works. When she was pregnant with me, she read a lot of books about pregnancy and child rearing, attended prenatal dance classes, followed a very focused diet, and was generally way into having a kid the right way. They kept me away from sugar until I was three, took me to see cool bands and storytellers, etc. My mom and I went to the Boulder Public Library regularly. I loved books and was always the best reader in my elementary school classes.
Today, they're proud of how unique I am. While a lot of my Pagan friends have trouble telling their parents about it, I can host rituals in the labyrinth in our back yard and ask my mom for information about ancient rituals and the shamanic journey process. They appreciate and inspire my puns and encourage other creative outputs. Perhaps most importantly, they let me do what I want to, but they make sure I understand what I'm doing and what the options are.
2) If a tree falls in the forest, does it hit the crapping bear? How many points is that worth?
To quote Gary Larson, that's one of those "Nature scenes we rarely see." I say it's worth a couple thousand points for humor value.
3) What do you think the purpose of (REM-state) dreams are?
The theory I've heard is that during dreams, your brain reinforces the used neural connections and lets unused ones decay in strength. I like this theory in part because it gives meaning to dreams without getting into psychic foresight and all that. We may have also evolved dreams to poke away at problems without rational control and hence "sleep on it."
4) Biologically/psychologically/ontologically speaking, why does alcohol make it easier to laugh at yourself?
It doesn't. I laugh at myself on a regular basis while completely sober. As for why it makes it easier for others to laugh at themselves, I don't know. Maybe because they do more stupid stuff, so there are more reasons to laugh.
5) Trevor, who do you most want to bang like a cheap gong?
I'd love to produce a tinny reverberation from the empty head of
george_w_bush.
If you're curious who I've got the physical hots for, Trinity (but only from the first Matrix) probably tops the list.
mlechan has some questions inspired by our close connection.
1. almost every time i go out with you, (as in out in public, although the other works amusingly well too,) someone comments on your interesting hat/hair/beard/t-shirt. Do you ever have days where you wish you could be a little less visible?
There are two situations in which I would like to be invisible. I like wandering around buildings, but often have an imposing sense of "what if a security guard finds me and takes issue?" I also like watching people for a variety of reasons, but when people know they're under scrutiny, they often behave differently. In both of these cases, looking like an ordinary person wouldn't help, so the answer appears to be "No."
2. You've commented that you're enjoying 'coming out of your shell' now, but if you could go back to high school exactly as you are internally now, what one thing would you do differently that you weren't able to do then?
For those following along at home, I rarely felt emotion between, say, April, 1993 (shortly after I went off dairy) and April, 1997 (when I fell in love). Spending time with Emily, in our yin-yangy way, brought out some very powerful emotions which were very unfamiliar. Some of them were great, but it exposed me to some painful ones, like being a crab out of a shell (to pick an arthopod for the metaphor). I think I'm more emotional now than I was during my early high school years. I'm also more comfortable in social situations, I get up later in the morning, less focused, etc. I've theorized occasionally that I entered physical puberty about five years before emotional puberty.
To pick one thing I'd do differently were I to enter high school now, I'd hang out. I'd go to parties with people, talk with folks at lunch who didn't have a problem with their computer, invite friends to movies (very few of which I watched during high school, for misguided reasons), and otherwise participate in the fuzzy (as in logic) world of high school social dynamics. Despite over two years as an RA, I'm still not very good at hanging out, but I've proven that I can.
3. If you were to get one body alteration (i.e. tattoo, piercing, other semi-permanent decorative addition) what would it be, and where?
One thing I like about hats is you can take them off. I can parade around all day in my new Robin Hood get up, but not regret it later when I don't want to be Robin Hood.
The coolest body-alteration idea I've had is a crucifix. Pierced nipples, pierced belly button, and a tattoo of Jesus on the cross with his wrists at the nipples and feet at the navel. I wouldn't do this for two reasons -- first, I'm not very into Jesus Christ; second, I have far too much chest hair.
Piercings don't appeal to me, as very few are either representationally interesting or beauty-enhancing. As a Welshman, my only non-hairy spots are parts of my back, my forehead, hands, and feet. Most of these are poor places for tattooes. I can't see the first without work, the second would be regretted often, the bottoms of the last two would be too painful, and the tops probably don't offer enough real estate. The where therefore becomes "nowhere" for a tattoo.
That said, I could come up with some interesting ideas for tattooes. I'm fascinated by I Ching symbolism, so if I had tons of money and no chest hair, I could get a big symbolic scene with all those elements. Given my body restrictions, I could do a small yin/yang in an octagon of trigrams, or a yin on one foot and a yang on the other.
I could also get something geeky, like a golden ratio rectangle set, a suitable snippet of perl code, my name in hex or binary, a parse tree of a favorite phrase, or a self referential statement like "This is not a tattoo." Then there's a joke, like an accordian on my penis (the other hairless area), or sound waves coming out of my ears (another). Hmm. My inner arms aren't too hairy. I could get the fibanocci sequence on one arm and lambda calculus code to generate it on the other.
None of these seem worthy of permanent fixture. Therefore, I'll have to answer "functional wings," as that'd be a useful permanent body alteration.
4. Give a single-word association with each of the following:
LiveJournal. "Musings."
Goddess. "Emily." Also, "Grace," "Beauty."
Snow. "Inconvenience."
Plato. One word is hard, because I keep hyphenating things like "Philosophy-guided-by-linguistic-rules" and "Very-important-but-quite-wrong." So I'll settle with a pun: "Republican."
Playdough. "Maleable"
5. What is your favorite memory of our relationship (that's suitable for LJ consumption, if you think of one that isn't, send it in an email! *grin*)?
I remember sitting on an air vent under the Duane Physics crossover in the rain, not watching Shakespeare, never having kissed before. I remember passing carefully folded notes. I remember not-talking on the phone in the wee wee hours. I remember our combined genious spinning puns at an impressive rate. I remember dealing with losing you to a girl. I remember hugging in the computer lab. I remember how smashing we looked in our outfits for prom and how little I enjoyed the event. I remember our embrace after I graduated. I remember watching movies in a parking lot. I remember a special night when we got to sit on the Funky Couch, get free pizza, and not watch Citizen Kane in the rain. I remember lying in a field and meeting Thomas the Cat. I remember powerful emotions evoked and not knowing how to cope with them. I remember a forceful question in my mind and how I blew the relationship with it. I remember many nights trying to fall asleep with tears in my eye, thinking it would be less painful to not wake up. I remember remaining good friends despite some arguments. I remember feeling antagonistic toward Jason, despite intellectually accepting the situation. What is my favorite memory? I remember how much I loved you. I cannot forget, for I still do.
Most of the stuff from our relationship is suitable for a public LJ post, aside from some personal issues I don't want to share openly without your consent. However, I've included a more private perspective in the package I'm sure you're anxiously awaiting.