Seven Quick Takes
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7. Introduction: My objective is to make these my seven quickest takes ever. Given how long my previous attempts were, that's hardly a tough challenge.
6. Guitar/Christine: Tonight marked my debut performance at my cousin's birthday party. I'd say that her brother backed me up on the drums, but it was he whom his parents wanted to show off, so it was I who was backing him up. Still, a debut is a debut!
One thing I'm going to take away from this experience is the confidence that comes from having faced a personal dragon and realising that singing in public isn't so scary after all!
5. I Miss the 80s: Would you believe that my friends preferred to watch Avatar in 3D to catching Universal Soldier: Regeneration???
There's really no accounting for some tastes, is there?
4. Books: Right now, I'm rereading The Turn of the Screw by Henry James, an intricately told Horror story about a governess who is either being haunted or going insane.
My current reading project involves novels with governesses and au pairs as main characters, so if you have any recommendations (especially unusual ones), please let me know!
3. Teaching/Tutoring: Last week was "Fungus Week" at Fire Storm's house.
Did you know that yeast is a fungus? In Science class, we're documenting the decomposition of two bananas: one generously sprinkled with yeast and one left alone. In Home Economics class, we just finished baking bread that turned out to be as hard as rocks. I wish we had already reached Exodus in History class, because this would have been the perfect time to discuss unleavened bread.
2. Linky Fun: While doing my research on the movie Rockula, I found actor (and atheist) Dean Cameron's personal site.
On his Bio page, I found a really great quote:
"I'm pretty much an open book, but that doesn't mean we're buddies."
Yes and yes. (I so wish I had said that first!)
1. My Life: Two other guests at my cousin's party were some old friends of my mother's. Since she had me when she was so young, they felt like old friends of mine, too, and I sat with them at dinner and stepped out with them every time they took a cigarette break, which was surprisingly often. The twenty-year age difference didn't seem to matter, and we had a great deal of memories in common.
Thinking about it now, however, I feel a bit sad--though I don't really know why. These two old friends are a twin brother and sister who are very close to each other, which is wonderful because right now all they really have is each other. Our shared memories include over twenty years of failed romantic relationships for both of them, and estrangement from her only child for one of them. Neither of them bothered to build careers when they were in their twenties, and though they currently have decent steady jobs, they haven't really achieved anything, in the professional sense. They probably never will.
Their lives could be too easily explained by the drugs and hard drinks they used to indulge in with abandon. Though they can joke about their substance abuse now, I know that there is much they regret and wish they could do over. Yet that hard-won understanding doesn't mean that they "grew up": while I no longer find them shockingly irresponsible for people twice my age, I do ache at how utterly childlike they now seem. Life didn't harden them; it only made them more vulnerable.
So I felt sad for them . . . but also for myself. I know that I, too, am more of a child than I should be at my own age, and I realise that I might have been looking at my own future . . . except that I'm not lucky enough to have a twin to be there with me, at the end, should all the other ties I try to form prove unable to last.
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