About the letter I received

Dear Ms VoldieMod,

I am on both your flist and your partner’s-in-crime (or would that be partner-in-crime’s?) flist, however, I regret to inform you that I only occasionally take to complaining. Since my progress on the exchange gift has not quite reached the stage to qualify for the term abominable, I’ve seen no reason to complain. It may be the lack of complaints which has caused you to cast doubt as to whether or not I am working hard enough. I could, or maybe should, bore you with details of my progress, but let me just briefly reiterate what I concluded myself a few days ago: Had I not deleted vast amounts of words, I would be at approximately 10k by now. However, since I felt the need to delete the initial drivel I had indulged in writing, I am now left with approximately 1.5k words, but I am not unhappy with any of those words. Therefore, I feel somewhat confident that I shall be able to meet the deadline of May 12th to deliver a completed story.

Furthermore, I feel somewhat confident to survive the next eighteen days. But rest assured, I have left specific instructions with my family to contact you and attach the partially completed gift should I meet my demise earlier than expected. I sincerely hope I wont, of course--not only would I like to complete the story I started, but there is Phoenix Rising to attend, a mere five days after the Exchange deadline.

Herewith I confirm I am still taking part in the Exchange. I cannot say I hate every minute of it, however. Nor do I wonder why on earth I chose to volunteer--it seems quite clear to me why I volunteered. And really, I cannot possibly whinge at you for being daft enough to send this email. I know perfectly well what it feels like to be tired. Not only that, but my eyes are even older than yours.

The 3+3 meme

Hm, the old iMac is getting on in years. It didn't allow me to link any icons. And Little Man was using the macbook because, oh surprise, his pc-laptop crashed. No matter how smug Dorkboy looks whenever he tells me of a successful hack into some Apple computer, if your Apple computer gets hacked, at least you know it's a first and likely to be a one-off occasion. UNLIKE a pc. I remember the pc days so well. It worked for five days then it crashed. So DB uninstalled and reinstalled. And five days later it crashed again. So I'm forgiving to the old iMac, which I've had for nearly two and a half years now, and I bought it used from a friend, if it doesn't want to do things as I want it to do. All it means is a few hours delay in my posting because one of the family members who believe in PCs need the macbook because their pcs broke down *snicker*.

So, I read ubiquirk's LJ and was intrigued by the meme.

Here are the 3 icons she chose:

Okay, this is not working. It "stopped" the upload here as well. *is pissed off* I thought it was an iMac age problem, but it evidently isn't. EDIT: ubiquirk kindly pasted the icons in the comments section, have a look there. It still won't let me do anything with them on either computer.

First, the cello tower (see mah icons): the picture was taken by hogwartshoney for me, on her way to or from a concert with il/el?Divo somewhere in Florida. It is an actual photograph, I only added the words. I think it's absolutely awesome and I use it way not enough.

Second: Fireice: I took a picture of a candle in our first home in Aachen/Germany sometime over a year ago. Then, also over a year ago, we walked from our home down to the city centre and came across an iced pool, which looked absolutely awesome. I simply combined the two, and I was amazed how well it came out, considering I know jack shit about manipulating photos.

Third, my default icon: I dream in music. Bambu found it for me. It describes me perfectly. I may write, I may even communicate on good days. But if you really want to talk to me, talk in music :-) Beethoven is my idea of god, and Alfred Brendel is my hero.




Gipsy Jazz: I was brought up the classical way in terms of music. I knew Handel from Teleman by the time I was three years old, apparently. I still prefer Handel, lol. When I was twelve, I met a boy who loved jazz. His dad was from a Gipsy tribe (for lack of better word - I have no idea if that's the right term), and he introduced me to their kind of music. Until then, I had thought Beethoven and Handel were the only gods of music. Boy, was I wrong. To this day, I refuse to die until I learn to play the contrabass/doublebass. If you don't know what I mean, go to http://www.mokka.ch/sitesshows/haensche.weiss.html and listen to the contrabass. The guitar is awesome, of course. But it wouldn't be so awesome without the contrabass.

Orgones: I think that would be better translated into orgonite. Wilhem Reich, anyone? He was a student of Sigmund Freud, only he didn't focus so obsessively on sexual problems *snicker*. His books were burned here in the US. But Don Croft researched the subject and came up with a kind of new formula of orgone, which he called Orgonite. I have been utilising orgonite devices since about 2002, in the form of power wands, pyramids, and, of course, muffins. It works even better than Beethoven's music.

The ancient ways: I've refused to be religious since I was barely a teenager. But I felt the need for some "belief". I went to the local library, which helped me some in that I found books there about religion-but-not-religion. More about how things used to work. It made sense to me, as everything is far more in tune with nature, and ever since, I first look at the ways the ancients looked at everything before I make up my mind about something.

So, if you'd like to do the same, leave a comment, and I'll pick 3 icons and 3 interests for you to explain.
Although I might have to name your three icons rather than posting them by the looks of it *sigh*. Sorry about that.