My favourite music right now...
Music really affects me very strongly and I love so many different types and I love hearing new bands. Right now I'm listening to Eddie Vedder's soundtrack for Into the Wild.
My most meaningful song of all time though has to be Betterman (see down the bottom) - when this album came out, that song could have been written about what I was going through at that time, Eddie Vedder seemed to see into my soul and even now that song can make move me.
The other ones below are probably my top songs :D I love Marillion live, H makes me giggle a lot.
Porcupine Tree is probably my favourite band as Steven Wilson is so artistic and inventive and I love all his projects.
My "myspace" has more of my favourite stuff, videos from Jack Savoretti and Jake Shimabukuro and Rodrigo y Gabriela
Wednesday 28 November 2007
Wednesday 10 October 2007
Q of the week: Who do I miss?
Well as Indilwen, I miss my father. I never knew what it was like to grow up with a father and even more I feel I am missing my elven roots. I never will know the stories and lessons my father would have taught me and that feels like a part of me is missing.
As Ali, I miss my mum of course. It's 20 years since she passed and as I get closer to the age at which she died I appreciate her and understand her a lot more than I did at 24.
Of course, like Father Quont's scribe, I also miss my granny, however, since she lived to 87 it doesn't feel so much like unfinished business and whilst I miss having her around, I feel she had a long happy healthy life. She made a huge difference in the lives of people around her and I was very very lucky to have even known her, never mind have inherited some genes from such a special person and hope I have inherited some of her traits.
I also miss someone that I pushed away whilst my mum was ill and wasn't taking things very well. I know you can never go down the path you didn't take but sometimes I feel he was my soulmate, I just couldn't communicate anything with anyone at that time and wanted to be left alone. On the other hand I do believe that "what is for you won't go by you" so possibly he wasn't. You have to be philosophical about that stuff don't you?
As Ali, I miss my mum of course. It's 20 years since she passed and as I get closer to the age at which she died I appreciate her and understand her a lot more than I did at 24.
Of course, like Father Quont's scribe, I also miss my granny, however, since she lived to 87 it doesn't feel so much like unfinished business and whilst I miss having her around, I feel she had a long happy healthy life. She made a huge difference in the lives of people around her and I was very very lucky to have even known her, never mind have inherited some genes from such a special person and hope I have inherited some of her traits.
I also miss someone that I pushed away whilst my mum was ill and wasn't taking things very well. I know you can never go down the path you didn't take but sometimes I feel he was my soulmate, I just couldn't communicate anything with anyone at that time and wanted to be left alone. On the other hand I do believe that "what is for you won't go by you" so possibly he wasn't. You have to be philosophical about that stuff don't you?
Thursday 27 September 2007
Simple Pleasures
Well I think this is where my real life personality and Indilwen's come together -
tonight I was meeting friends in the city which meant taking the underground which I hate. I was walking from work to the tube station through St James's Park with Buckingham Palace in the background, and I saw exotic ducks in the river, magpies with incredibly irredescent plumage gleaming in the sun sitting on the fence, squirrels chasing eachother around trees at 80 mph... nature, that's my simple pleasure. I like to be out in the wilds watching animals do their thing.
Next to that is music, an unusual guitar chord or a complicated rhythm on a bass or a drum.
tonight I was meeting friends in the city which meant taking the underground which I hate. I was walking from work to the tube station through St James's Park with Buckingham Palace in the background, and I saw exotic ducks in the river, magpies with incredibly irredescent plumage gleaming in the sun sitting on the fence, squirrels chasing eachother around trees at 80 mph... nature, that's my simple pleasure. I like to be out in the wilds watching animals do their thing.
Next to that is music, an unusual guitar chord or a complicated rhythm on a bass or a drum.
Tuesday 18 September 2007
Question of the week No. 10
What is my favourite season?
Ali: I have to agree with Incubus :) My home is the east coast of Scotland so I love really bright sunny days when there is a coat of frost on the ground. It's so cold it makes your ears sting and you don't want to open your eyes too wide in case your eyeballs freeze. Wrapped up warm in fleece and boots and a woolly hat, walking along the beach with a big dog watching the seals on the sand banks - my idea of heaven!
Indilwen: I like autumn when there's lots of leaf litter on the ground and I can hear the mice and other little creatures skittering around thinking I can't see them! *wicked grin*
Ali: I have to agree with Incubus :) My home is the east coast of Scotland so I love really bright sunny days when there is a coat of frost on the ground. It's so cold it makes your ears sting and you don't want to open your eyes too wide in case your eyeballs freeze. Wrapped up warm in fleece and boots and a woolly hat, walking along the beach with a big dog watching the seals on the sand banks - my idea of heaven!
Indilwen: I like autumn when there's lots of leaf litter on the ground and I can hear the mice and other little creatures skittering around thinking I can't see them! *wicked grin*
Wednesday 12 September 2007
My first question of the week...
So question 9: Who of all Mernac would I like to have dinner with and why?
As Indilwen, well she's a bit of a goodie two shoes in spite of her mischievous streak so where she would really love to go bar hopping in Quontos with Ryna and Shanyaks, she would be a little bit scared and probably feel like a fish out of water (or a cat in the sea...). She might also be a little bit shocked at Ryna's antics (unless Shanyaks gave her a few pints of cider and told her it was apple juice). Soooo... I think she'd have to gate-crash on Mother Terees' dinner with Father Quont :)
As myself, at the moment it would have to be Grumby so I could hear all the stories about Mernac, or, Traesha so she could teach me how she does that texturing thing and makes such beautiful eyes in her pictures.
As Indilwen, well she's a bit of a goodie two shoes in spite of her mischievous streak so where she would really love to go bar hopping in Quontos with Ryna and Shanyaks, she would be a little bit scared and probably feel like a fish out of water (or a cat in the sea...). She might also be a little bit shocked at Ryna's antics (unless Shanyaks gave her a few pints of cider and told her it was apple juice). Soooo... I think she'd have to gate-crash on Mother Terees' dinner with Father Quont :)
As myself, at the moment it would have to be Grumby so I could hear all the stories about Mernac, or, Traesha so she could teach me how she does that texturing thing and makes such beautiful eyes in her pictures.
Thursday 6 September 2007
My death.
So my fellow shadow guards want to know the gorey details of my death. I understand that they want to know everything about me all at once but to my mind this curiosity seems perhaps a bit morbid, and better questions could perhaps be asked be about details of my life. I always dwell on the positive and look forward not backwards.
In this case, however, I know that these are just two sides of the same coin. Explaining how I died and how I lived can be achieved in one tale. You see, my beliefs, my attitude, my hopes and dreams and everything that I had done in my life were the reason I died on that fated day. But I will get ahead of myself and get to the end without telling the tale.
From my first awareness I knew I was different from everyone around me, even my mother. For a start I had no father. My mother missed him so much that she treasured me and I felt the danger of being smothered by her over protectiveness. As I grew older I wanted to test my independence and I was torn between worrying her by being - as she saw it - reckless and impulsive, and my own worries of missing out on the wide world and all the things I was so curious about. Then of course as I started to mix with other Murmils I realised that I looked very different from them, I was so much smaller and daintier, and my eyes had an elven cast to them.
Because of these differences, and murmlings being murmlings, I was teased and called names constantly by the others. From birth I had a great abhorrence for physical violence but I found that it really wasn't necessary. I had a quick wit, a keen sense of humour and my ability to sense others emotions, I was able to defuse most tense situations with a smile and a joke - sometimes at my own expense. I walked through life with a twinkle in my eye and a smile on my face and this won me many friends and of course male admirers.
I seriously believed that there were no truly evil beings in the world, that anyone could be helped towards the good and the light. This was the strongest belief I held dear and nothing could shake this from me - until of course the day I died. But again I'm in danger of telling the end of the tale without telling the middle.
One day shortly after my Usang, I was walking in the forest collecting plants and wood with Sasha and heard a wolf whimpering and rough laughter. I told Sasha to watch and wait and I moved closer to the laughter. I saw four human boys throwing stones and laughing at a wolf cub who they had cornered in a cave where he had been sleeping. The ring leader I recognised as a boy called Malazano. He had been hanging around outside Caberton gates for a few weeks teasing the young murmling girls. I had tried to talk to him to understand what his problem was with us and maybe make him see how he was hurting the youngsters but to no avail.
I shouted his name and asked him what he was doing, although of course I could see exactly what they were doing. They all looked over at me with Sasha by my side. Malanzano's friends looked scared and embarassed and shuffled their feet like they wanted to run away but I could see that they were more afraid of what the bully would do to them later if they did.
I grabbed my collecting sack from Sasha's back and ran over and put myself between Malanzano and the mouth of the cave to stop him hitting the poor wolf cub. The bully then turned his attentions to me. My elven agility made a mockery of every attempt he made to hit me as I danced around him tapping him on the head, making him spin and lose his balance trying to keep track of where I was. The other three boys could not contain their laughter which of course made the bully even more angry. I decided to take pity on him and sprung over his head landing behind him and at the same time pulling the sack over his head tying a knot at his feet. The other 3 took this distraction as time to run off in all directions. Sasha wanted to give chase but I felt that we had the real bad apple and with him gone the others would have a chance at a good life.
Now we had an injured wolf cub and a very large heavy beast in a sack to take back to Caberton. Together we made it and after delivering the cub to the healers we took the struggling sack to the elders to deal with. Even at that stage I thought that our elders would talk to his elders who would talk to his parents who would then talk to him and Malanzano may yet make a valuable member of his society one day. How wrong I was.
Many seasons passed and the seventh day of Moroven 2169 came and events unfolded as told in my tale, however, what the tale does not tell is that with the orcs attacking Duke Vermillion Dantron, his wife, Merlani, and his servants was a human male called Malazano. As Sasha and I fought the last of the orcs, I heard a cruel cry of satisfaction as at the same time I felt the dagger in my back. The last sound I heard after Sasha's cry of despair was the same cruel laughter I had heard that day in the forest when I rescued the wolf cub.
My body died on that day and along with it my conviction that there was no inherently evil creatures in the world. I understood at last the truth that for some, there was no redemption, not because they were incapable of redemption but because they were incapable of wanting to be redeemed. The choice is for each to make for themselves and I now understand that some choose evil.
To clear the world of evil and to protect Mother Terees is now my mission in each and every life for as long as Mother Terees chooses. I also know that I have a nemesis of my own to deal with before he endangers the Shadow Guard.
In this case, however, I know that these are just two sides of the same coin. Explaining how I died and how I lived can be achieved in one tale. You see, my beliefs, my attitude, my hopes and dreams and everything that I had done in my life were the reason I died on that fated day. But I will get ahead of myself and get to the end without telling the tale.
From my first awareness I knew I was different from everyone around me, even my mother. For a start I had no father. My mother missed him so much that she treasured me and I felt the danger of being smothered by her over protectiveness. As I grew older I wanted to test my independence and I was torn between worrying her by being - as she saw it - reckless and impulsive, and my own worries of missing out on the wide world and all the things I was so curious about. Then of course as I started to mix with other Murmils I realised that I looked very different from them, I was so much smaller and daintier, and my eyes had an elven cast to them.
Because of these differences, and murmlings being murmlings, I was teased and called names constantly by the others. From birth I had a great abhorrence for physical violence but I found that it really wasn't necessary. I had a quick wit, a keen sense of humour and my ability to sense others emotions, I was able to defuse most tense situations with a smile and a joke - sometimes at my own expense. I walked through life with a twinkle in my eye and a smile on my face and this won me many friends and of course male admirers.
I seriously believed that there were no truly evil beings in the world, that anyone could be helped towards the good and the light. This was the strongest belief I held dear and nothing could shake this from me - until of course the day I died. But again I'm in danger of telling the end of the tale without telling the middle.
One day shortly after my Usang, I was walking in the forest collecting plants and wood with Sasha and heard a wolf whimpering and rough laughter. I told Sasha to watch and wait and I moved closer to the laughter. I saw four human boys throwing stones and laughing at a wolf cub who they had cornered in a cave where he had been sleeping. The ring leader I recognised as a boy called Malazano. He had been hanging around outside Caberton gates for a few weeks teasing the young murmling girls. I had tried to talk to him to understand what his problem was with us and maybe make him see how he was hurting the youngsters but to no avail.
I shouted his name and asked him what he was doing, although of course I could see exactly what they were doing. They all looked over at me with Sasha by my side. Malanzano's friends looked scared and embarassed and shuffled their feet like they wanted to run away but I could see that they were more afraid of what the bully would do to them later if they did.
I grabbed my collecting sack from Sasha's back and ran over and put myself between Malanzano and the mouth of the cave to stop him hitting the poor wolf cub. The bully then turned his attentions to me. My elven agility made a mockery of every attempt he made to hit me as I danced around him tapping him on the head, making him spin and lose his balance trying to keep track of where I was. The other three boys could not contain their laughter which of course made the bully even more angry. I decided to take pity on him and sprung over his head landing behind him and at the same time pulling the sack over his head tying a knot at his feet. The other 3 took this distraction as time to run off in all directions. Sasha wanted to give chase but I felt that we had the real bad apple and with him gone the others would have a chance at a good life.
Now we had an injured wolf cub and a very large heavy beast in a sack to take back to Caberton. Together we made it and after delivering the cub to the healers we took the struggling sack to the elders to deal with. Even at that stage I thought that our elders would talk to his elders who would talk to his parents who would then talk to him and Malanzano may yet make a valuable member of his society one day. How wrong I was.
Many seasons passed and the seventh day of Moroven 2169 came and events unfolded as told in my tale, however, what the tale does not tell is that with the orcs attacking Duke Vermillion Dantron, his wife, Merlani, and his servants was a human male called Malazano. As Sasha and I fought the last of the orcs, I heard a cruel cry of satisfaction as at the same time I felt the dagger in my back. The last sound I heard after Sasha's cry of despair was the same cruel laughter I had heard that day in the forest when I rescued the wolf cub.
My body died on that day and along with it my conviction that there was no inherently evil creatures in the world. I understood at last the truth that for some, there was no redemption, not because they were incapable of redemption but because they were incapable of wanting to be redeemed. The choice is for each to make for themselves and I now understand that some choose evil.
To clear the world of evil and to protect Mother Terees is now my mission in each and every life for as long as Mother Terees chooses. I also know that I have a nemesis of my own to deal with before he endangers the Shadow Guard.
Wednesday 5 September 2007
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