I don't normally participate in these sorts of things, but this "answer these questions" activity combined Music and Randomness. How could I not?
Gashwin's blog pointed me to Zadok's iteration of the questionnaire. The instructions are:
Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play. Use the song title as the answer to the question. NO CHEATING.
Herewith, my answers:
How does the world see you? Wouldn’t You Think I’d Know By Now? (J. Henry Burnett)
Will I have a happy life? Forgive & Forget (Bob Bennett)
This seems like sound advice.
What do my friends really think of me? You’re the One (Sweet Comfort Band)
As if.
What do people secretly think of me? U.F.O. (Larry Norman)
This seems more on target.
How can I be happy? Hero (Steve Taylor)
What should I do with my life? Good News (2nd Chapter of Acts)
Will I ever have children? Lord of the Starfields (Bruce Cockburn)
Wasn't something like this once said to Abram? Does this mean I can expect our first child when I'm 80?
What is some good advice for me? True Confessions (Tonio K)
Oddly enough, there's a Lenten Reconciliation Service at St. Tommy tomorrow evening.
How will I be remembered? Big Race (All Saved Freak Band)
At least it's not "Big Racist, which, given my upbringing, wouldn't be too surprising.
What is my signature dancing song? The Golden Age (Mark Heard)
Since I can't really dance (no rhythm at all), a non-dance tune seems appropriate.
What do I think my current theme song is? The World (Fireworks)
What does everyone else think my current theme song is? Wondering Where the Lions Are (Bruce Cockburn)
...especially my students, who would like to feed me to them ASAP.
What song will play at my funeral? Dancing Barefoot (U2)
This would be cool.
What type of men/women do you like? House of Mirrors (T-Bone Burnett)
Don't we all want people who just reflect us back to ourselves?
What is my day going to be like? Rock of Ages (Gillian Welch & David Rawlings)
"When my body gives out / Gonna read those final pages."
Pax,
Izzy
knows not single soul in this town who would have this oddball collection of music, but in desperate need to share a few beverages with anyone who does
6 comments:
Izzy writes:
What is my day going to be like? Rock of Ages (Gillian Welch & David Rawlings)
"When my body gives out / Gonna read those final pages."
Here's to hoping you get to do a bit of that reading before your body gives out...reading other than tests and essays, that is...
Lizzie,
worried about being an octogenarian at the Mom's Morning Out.
One more thing..
Thought you might be interested in this Newsweek story on Mr. Burnett.
No mention of T-Bone's version of Angie Dickinson.
You have amazing taste in music, man. If you are ever in Toronto, look me up. Beer's on me.
Also, I like the fact that you're a former evangelical/fundamentalist, now catholic, with the orthodox leanings. Uh, well, ditto. Are we clones? Let's fine out.
Warren
[huge mark heard fan, and everybody else you listed.]
ultracrepidarian,
Well, this is shameful. I only now came back here and read comments. In fact, I *thought* I had set this little corner of cyberspace not to take comments. I really, really meant it when I said that I set this up so I could comment on other people's blogs. And you can see how often I post here.
See, the thing is, these days I have nothing to say. I'm overworked, under-read, and heading for burnout. I find the inside of my head astoundingly boring. I look back at things I've written in the past and wonder who that guy was who knew all that cool stuff.
So, anyway, sorry to take so long to respond. And here's the really shameful part. Lizzy and I were talking about a comment you left on her blog, and she had to tell me that you had commented on mine. (Since I thought I had comments turned off, why would I have them e-mailed to me?)
I take it that your nom-de-lectron is from the old proverb:
ne sutor ultra crepidam
forbid the cobbler beyond his last
(you're only permitted to complain/criticize within your own area of expertise/competence)
Oh, and now Lizzy's rummagings in cyberspace tell me that you may be one of the original OOGers.
a-yow a-yow.
Pax,
Izzy
progenitor of tpam
Hey Izzy. Lizzy tells me you're just about toast from all your educational adventures. The future looks great, I hope you survive it. :-)
Warren
Write something allready, Izzy! Congrats on the job stuff.
Warren
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