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You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

What Tarot Card are You?
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Thanks JNads! And now back to our regularly scheduled text analysis.


This Seven Things list came to me via Breadchick, who I have only become acquainted with via the parallel universe that is blogging. The Blogiverse. The Blearth. And similar takes on combining blog and words denoting some sort of terrain, landscape or life-supporting bubble. On with it, then:

Seven Things To Do Before I Die

1. See Paris. And ride Vespas through Rome. Your basic Continent-with-steamer-trunks fantasy.

2. Drive the Alaska Highway.
3. Get a Masters Degree In either Creative Writing or World Literature.
4. Convince the world to stop needing so much Stuff.
5. Save the glaciers.
6. Make someone happy.
7. Buy a Showtime Rotisserie, Ronco Food Dehydrator, Magic Bullet, and whichever Abercizer strikes my fancy at 2 am in the morning.

Seven Things I Can’t Do
1. Play dumb.
2. Shop for clothes.
3. Tolerate engineers of any stripe. We are different species, the engineers and I.
4. Sit next to persons who are chewing gum without smacking them.
5. Paint.
6. Play musical instruments.
7. Wait.

Seven Things That Attract Me To Blogging
1. Me. Me. Me. I fascinate you, don’t I?
2. The chance to imitate my brilliant friend who showed me the way of the blog.
3. Keeping up with friends, both the ones I can’t get away from and the ones I’ve never met.
4. The way it forces me to write even when I don’t want to, just to keep up appearances.
5. Looking all cool and techno-savvy.
6. Writing and stuff.
7. Sharing my interests and obsessions and discovering new ones along the way.

Seven Things I Say Most Often
1. Where are my keys?
2. Sugar! (as in Shit!)
3. Anal (Car Name)
4. Sh’up.
5. Am I rambling?
6. Never put off til tomorrow what you can put off forever.
7. I can’t sleep. / I’m hungry.

Seven Books That I Love
1. The Great Gatsby
2. Pride and Prejudice
3. Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto
4. The Orchid Thief by Susan Orlean (the basis for the movie Adaptation)
5. Morning, Noon and Night by Sidney Sheldon
6. Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak
7. The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton

Seven Movies I Watch Again and Again
1. Office Space
2. Sixteen Candles/Pretty in Pink/The Breakfast Club
3. Breakfast at Tiffany’s
4. Election
5. Grease/Saturday Night Fever
6. Little Shop of Horrors
7. Goodfellas

Seven People I Want To Join In Too
I guess this is where I do my little shout-out that makes you feel all special and glowy inside. Fine.
1. Maktaaq
2. Biscuit Whore
3. Vulture
4. Meladuck
5. Imogene
6. Leanne
7. Oh yeah, and you too, James.

Marianne -- The Romantic
You’re Mariane Dashwood from Sense & Sensibility! You are the romantic youngster, also found in Jane Austen’s work as Catherine of Northanger Abbey and possibly Georgiana Darcy of Pride and Prejudice. You wander through life like Red Riding Hood in the forest, picking wildflowers and humming a happy song… and you can’t see the wolf right in front of you! Ruled by heart and not by head, you are best advised to to learn a little caution, before you are forced into a better acquaintance with the ways of the world.

Which Jane Austen Character Are You?

I’m a little obsessed.

Malevolent Anthropologist-Injuring Kitten-Obliterating Phantasm from the Underground Ninth Kingdom
The Random Monstername Generator obviously knows some shit.
1. I have been called evil. More than once.
2. I have a degree in anthropology.
3. I am a dog person.
4. I am scared of ghosts and don’t go into the basement alone.




2005 weblog award

awarded to


in the category of

“Geekiest Weblogger Alive

I needed a pick me up, and Weblog Wannabe’s weblog award-o-matic fits the bill.
If you can guess which movie I’m ripping off a quote from to make a clever title, you can have an award too. Ha Ha.
If you didn’t catch it on TV the other night, here is the American Film Institute’s Top 100 movie quotes. They seem a little bereft without context, but there are a few favourites in there. Nothing that John Travolta (“Would you just watch the hair?”) or Audrey Hepburn (“Poor slob! Poor slob without a name!”) said, but top heavy with gorgeous Casablanca lines, a couple of Godfather moments and even a couple of gems from Jerry Maguire.

Ok, I’d unofficially decided to stop falling for these “What Kind of Blogger are you” quiz meme madnesses, but when personally tapped by inimitable chicken and frog photographer Ms. Rurality with a book quiz meme, I could not resist. So here you go, catch!

1. Total # of Books I’ve Owned
Ever? You’re joking right? Well, as a rough estimate, there are probably about 400 books in the house right now, plus magazines. Then there are boxes of books from when I was a kid at the folks’ place.
Let me give you some advice here: don’t lend your books out. Don’t trust anyone with your babies. But feel free to winnow out the crap, like old statistics texts, at garage sales. People will buy anything.

2. Last Book I Bought
A copy of VC Andrews Dark Angel at the bowling alley for $0.25.

3. Last Book I Read
Whoops, got distracted by Star Magazine. I’m currently reading The Terror that Comes in the Night, which I mentioned before in a post about sleep paralysis aka “The Old Hag”. It is probably one of the only full-length books out there on the subject. Academic, but accessible.

4. Five Books That Mean A Lot To Me

East of Eden by John Steinbeck (and The Grapes of Wrath, but I read East of Eden first.)
Kitchen by Banana Yoshimoto. A gem of a novel, and its just so sad nothing she’d written since has measured up. I keep buying her books anyway. It’s a wonderful fable about how food brings people together.
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It’s a love story and tragedy, and for some reason I always wanted to be Daisy Buchanan, dark and lithe and mysterious and desired.
Fast Food Nation by Eric Schlosser, because it has forever changed the way I think about the food chain.
and 5? Maybe I should mention Susan Orlean’s Saturday Night. It’s a collection of essays on how people spend Saturday night. And that’s all. Or Adrian Tomine’s Optic Nerve series because its brilliant visual storytelling.

5. Tag Five People with this list
Awww, man. Who hasn’t been tagged?
How about, if you don’t copy this to your blog and fill in the blanks right now something very bad will happen. Or not. Wait ten minutes and see.
Copy and paste at your leisure, my gorgeous, hip, happening readers.

This is my Popstrology:

1975: The Year of Elton John
It was a year of wild diversity — a year in which nonconformity was the official popstrological credo, as evidenced by the significant activity in the constellation Sui Generis. Elton John was not the only one-of-a-kind star from that constellation of incomparables to work his magic in the pop universe of 1975, for under his benevolent and nonjudgmental rule two more icons of individuality emerged: the unstoppable John Denver and the inexplicable Barry Manilow. When you consider that they were born at a time when millions of Americans who had never been within fifty miles of a working farm were walking around humming about haystacks and flapjacks under the influence of John Denver’s Thank God I’m A Country Boy, it should be no mystery why the children of the Elton John generation are such enemies of traditional boundaries and barriers and such nonsticklers for plausibility in matters of identity construction.

…and furthermore, for the birthdates of July 20-July 26 my Birthstar and Birthsong are Van McCoy doin’ “The Hustle”. Well who even knew what the name of the singer was when you can have such a great time bumping bums with strangers on one of those dance floors with all the lights in them? Is this a fountain of useless information or what?

I knew there must have been a reason for my crush on this man. all_time_greatest_hits_john_denver_big

Maktaaq memed me! I feel so special!

You’re stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be? (assuming this is a question about burning a book):
I never read Fahrenheit 451 – it was assigned as part of a English 10 unit on science fiction, and I chose another book, can’t remember what – but this question is about a book I’d love to banish from the face of the earth for its pointlessness and mediocrity?
Posh Spice autobiography that came out a few years ago comes to mind. Oooh, the supermodels are mean to me. Its so tough travelling the world and not seeing my boyfriend! Look how vulnerable and sad I am on the cover. Waa waa waa. Go make a video with Britney Spears.

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
He’s not entirely fictional, but as I read Kitchen Confidential, I was lusting after Anthony Bourdain’s swashbuckling, party animal/junkie/workaholic chef alter ego. By the end of the tale, he’s still tough and crusty but you can tell he has a real love for both his staff and his food.
I like to be the person who can reach the tender underbelly of big tough men.

The last book you bought is:
Geisha by Liza Dalby, at the fabulous Macleod’s Books in Vancouver. I wanted a copy of this book for so long and poof! it came to me! It’s geeky how excited that made me.

The last book you read:
Fear of Falling: The Inner Life of the Middle Class by Barbara Ehrenreich. I’m on a kick with her work right now. I’m always picking up Nickel and Dimed and reading bits and pieces.

What are you currently reading?
For Her Own Good by Barbara Ehrenreich. It just came out in a new edition, but I’m reading the 1979 version from the library. It’s a history of “expert” advice to women in America.

Five books you would take to a deserted island:
1. Blank journals. Do multiples count? (insight and analysis)
2. Delta of Venus by Anais Nin (sex)
3. The Gallery of Regrettable Food by James Lileks (laughter)
4. The Joy of Cooking (you never know, I might need to look up how to roast a pig or debone a marlin) (food)
5. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck (inspiration and frustration)

Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why?
Ryan because he’s indescribably interesting
Zoe (via email) because she’s a writer and book-smart too.
Amy (via email) because she’s a lawyer with impeccable taste
and lots of opinions.


You are the driest area on Earth. Your annual rainfall is roughly the depth of a dollar bill. In fact, often you can go for several years without any precipitation whatsoever. If you wanted to fill a pint glass by rainfall alone, you would have to have started in 1704, five years before the invention of the piano; to get enough water to drown a man of average height would take 3600 years, or the time between us and the Hittites. You really put Canadian “dry” ginger ale into perspective.

I am the Atacama Desert!

Which Extremity of the World Are You?

From the towering colossi at Rum and Monkey.

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