My homework

So the curator over at Carpathian Towers has given me some homework to do. Well, more accurately he ran around me in circles laughing maniacally telling me I was 'it'. Yes, all girls dream of being 'it', yet somehow the maniacal laughter changed the dynamic...

(1) Imagine it’s 2015. You are visiting the library at a major research university. You go over to a computer terminal (or whatever it is they use in 2015) that gives you immediate access to any book or journal article on any topic you want. What do you look up? In other words, what do you hope somebody will have written in the meantime?

What do I look up?! What don't I look up?! I want to know where all my socks disappeared to, where to find an underwire bra that doesn't attempt to puncture a lung upon it's third wearing, and find a permanent spider deterrant. I'd search for ways to improve my memor....oh hey.... look at that!!! It's shiny!!! Oh, sorry.... as I was saying... memory and concentration. I'd seek faster, safer travel methods, an alternative to fossil fuels that unmotivated people can use, and sources for a robot so it can do all of my grocery shopping for me. I hate grocery shopping. Come to think of it, I hate robots, too... I'd hope to find info on a 'weather alteration kit'; sometimes I'm just not happy with what I've got. For the most part, I'd look up everything. And how can I realistically say today what I'll be interested in at that time? The things I think of as 'futuristic' now may be commonplace in 3 years. Due to that fact, I'm looking up millions (I'll be there a while) of little things. So there. Take that! =)

(2) What is the strangest thing you’ve ever heard or seen at a conference? No names, please. Refer to “Professor X” or “Ms. Y” if you must. Double credit if you were directly affected. Triple if you then said or did something equally weird.

Really don't incorporate things of that nature into my life at this point and if anyone has read this blog for any length of time, you know that every day is filled with lots of weird things for me. Somewhere along the way I think I've earned quadruple points. The only thing I can think of at this point is when I was in college and we'd just entered a Photography lecture. For our lunch, my friend and I decided to go around the corner and have a drink. We ran directly into both professors in the bar and they'd apparently had the same idea. We were underage and they were drinking on the job - it was a draw! That was the beginning of a many months long ritual of drinking our lunches together. She slept with the one; I opted out. We both got As, though! =)

(3) Name a writer, scholar, or otherwise worthy person you admire so much that meeting him or her would probably reduce you to awestruck silence.

Easy. Matthew Good. He is a musician, he writes, has some serious geopolitical involvement and is rather Canadian. The depth that he projects (wait - is that an oxymoron?...) is sometimes humbling and often liberating and motivating. He makes me think and manages to take all my thoughts and feelings, entwine them, and then taunt me with it. And for this, I love him. Go figure.

(4) What are two or three blogs or other Web sites you often read that don’t seem to be on many people’s radar?

For obvious reasons, I'm starting with MBlog. Some of the blog is just fun or venting. Most of it has significance and makes me really think. There are several contributors but Matt often does the majority of posting. He doesn't just say 'this is good' or 'this is bad' - individualistic thought processes are encouraged. He'll be the first to say that he isn't there to win friends, but to simply discuss the matters posted. It's a great place to go to get some varying mental saturation.

Here's another one I check out when I just need to laugh at something that seems to be too strange to be true. It's Fark! It's kind of like, oh, I don't know. Strange news bits that make you do a double take. Often it involves laughter and a few 'eeewwws'. People never stop proving they are idiots.

So there is my homework; all nice an neat. As in the past, I'll not specifically tag people as I rarely do these myself. Oh, but you do know who you are...