So, there’s this blogging game going around. It’s so neato. The rules are:
- You leave me a comment saying, “topo, please interview me.” … or, you know, something that means that.
- I will email you five interview questions of my choice, providing, that is, you left me your email address.
- You update your blog with the answers to the questions and link back to my original post.
- You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
Here are my questions from Violet.
1. On your blog, you recently mentioned how it’s possible for people to be talking about things but not in a way that their partner can fully understand. What subject do you find it most difficult to speak about in a way that makes other people understand (in a relationship
or otherwise)? Why?
I generally don’t have a hard time communicating. Rather, my problem tends to lie in the overcommunication column. Dissecting conversations and incidents and people and … well, everything into molecular minutiae is what I do. I am kind of genius at it, but it’s definitely what makes my partners and friends a bit crazy at times. All the “why” questions. Paolo has been a great cure for this. He doesn’t have many “why” answers, no matter how many times I ask, he just is and he just does. It doesn’t hurt that he’s so laid back he’s horizontal.
2. What’s the last thing you do before you go to bed at night? Is it always the same thing?
I am a total creature of the small habits. Every night in precisely this order, I pee, brush my teeth (one leg has to be propped up on something… in most of my apartments it’s the toilet but here it’s the bathtub), weigh myself, groan loudly and then hop into bed. After that, I spend ten minutes trying to coax my dog out from under the bed. This is exceptionally stupid because I know that as soon as I turn off the light and snuggle in she will come out and plop herself on top of my legs in the most uncomfortable configuration imaginable.
3. An internet friend (someone you haven’t met before but who you feel comfortable with) is coming to visit you. What three places in your city/area would you take them to see/experience so they could get toknow *you* better?
OOooh. This is a tough choice. I suppose top choice must be Fontainebleau , three hours from here and just South of Paris for climbing, hiking, running, biking, playing in the woods, playing in the sand, castle-scoping, etc. Other than that, Paris itself - not for the Eiffel tower, but to see the Left Bank and stare longingly through the gates of Natalie Barney’s salon. Perhaps recite some Rimbaud. If you love history, literature or art you can’t beat Paris for hidden-in-plain-sight treasures. The lesbian clubs are fucking amazing, too! After all the poetry and junk we’ll definitely head to Amsterdam (two hours north of here)… to… go to museums, of course… cough… cough…
4. In your “about” section on your blog, you note that sometimes it sucks to be an “undercover brown” person. What’s the worst part?
I find it incredibly annoying that the Indian side of my family still acts surprised that I understand family conversations in Hindi. Seriously, they’ve known me for 33 years. NOBODY can POSSIBLY be THAT WHITE.
I also find it super annoying to have the same conversation over and over. It usually goes like this:
Random person: Woah, you went travelling in India? Wasn’t that incredibly… hard? Did you get sick (this conversation also ccasionally also begins with “That’s a unique name”)
Me: Well, I’m half Indian and I spent my childhood there, so I don’t find it that hard, and I don’t get sick too bad.
Random person: Really? Are you sure? You don’t look Indian. (occasionally followed by) You have light eyes… and you’re white!
It’s a bit of snobbery on my part to be annoyed by this because obviously I know I don’t “look Indian”. But, you know, you’d say fuck it and get annoyed too after the 567th time.
5. Is there anything in your home that’s totally out of place (either aesthetically or incongruous to the sort of person you are)? What it is and why do you have it?
The television set!* I haven’t watched any actual tv in over ten years (except for a brief six-month period when I dated a guy who couldn’t live without one… during which I watched EVERY episode of That 70’s Show and Friends EVER made… which, now that I think about it, may say something about that “relationship” that just hurled it into the unhappy land of between quotations). So I have a set that doesn’t get any signals, but we do rent hella videos. Anyway, now I know what direction to point all the furniture.
*Interesting side note here, you actually have to PAY for television in Belgium.
SO? WHO’S NEXT? HMMMM???