Tag Archives: The Interrogative Year

Could you lie down and take a rest on a sidewalk?

I have been tired enough that I have felt like I *could* lie down on the sidewalk and sleep (I mean, to the point where I’ve seriously contemplated it), but I haven’t ever done it. And I don’t think I could. Even exhausted, I think I would be jumpy about trying to sleep in a place like that.

Shoot. I’m bad about getting to sleep in my own bed (exhausted or not). I don’t think I’d be able to shut down enough to ever sleep on a random sidewalk.

>If before you now, would you eat animal crackers?

>Normally I would say yes. Because Animal Crackers are good. And I’ve only ever found them in the Canadian Shop in Covent Garden so their rarity makes them even more treasured. They are lemony and yummy.


However, right now I’m not eating wheat, sugar, or any other foods that are something other than a protein or a vegetable during the week. Fact.

However, if it was Saturday (my ‘free’ day), I would eat the SHIT out of those bitches. Starting with their heads. Also a fact.

In your view, do children smell good?

Most children definitely do.  I mean, not when they are really sick… or if they’ve pooped themselves or similar (read: vomited). But overall? The smell of a sleepy, snuggy little kid’s head is pretty freaking awesome.

>Does a nameless horse make you more nervous…

>… or less nervous than a named horse?

Horses don’t make me nervous, full stop. But if I have to choose one (and it looks as though I do), I would say a nameless horse would make me more nervous. A named horse is a tamed horse. Fact. And a tame horse is less likely to bite or kick me. Especially if the horse’s name is Gary.

>Should it still be Constantinople?

>I’m following my own rules and NOT looking this up… so I don’t know why they changed the name from Constantinople to Istanbul, so I can’t say if it was a good or bad thing. As long as nobody’s feelings were hurt, I think both names are lovely.

I can say that I have that They Might Be Giant’s song caught in my head now.

Even old New York was once New Amsterdam
Why they changed it I can’t say
People just liked it better that way

How do you stand in relation to the potato?


I like potatoes. Versatile little buggers.

>Are your nerves adjustable?

>I think so. Although I think everyone has a different initial set point (some people are naturally more nervous, some people are naturally more irritable), I do believe that we are capable, if we choose, of changing our range. Whether it be through mediation or medication (read: alcohol) or other means, I think everyone can help themselves be less nervous or agitated.

>Are your emotions pure?

>I would wager that most people’s emotions are no longer pure with how artificially allied we are to people well beyond those we have an honest emotional connection with. This electronically expanded influence circle, along with the various forms of media and marketing we are constantly exposing ourselves to, is slowly degrading pure emotion until we all gravitate to a socially acceptable middle.

The Interrogative Year

>For Christmas, the ever-lovely Brendan Green sent me five books (FIVE!) to keep me busy. I think it is his quiet protest about my Kindle, but I still appreciate the books and I’m very intrigued by one of them. It is called “The Interrogative Mood; A Novel?” by Padgett Powell.




I’ve only started reading this slim tome but it is very, very interesting. As it says on the dust jacket, “Through a seemingly random but infinitely artful series of questions it mysteriously, elusively, hilariously, compellingly lights up life.”

As I’m reading it, I find myself answering the questions in my head. Not fully, mind you, as I’m trying to read through it the first time as though it is a novel and not as though it is just a series of questions (and every sentence in the book is a question).  But I did have an idea.

For a wee while there I was pretty good about regularly blogging when I had the “Friday Feasts” (remember them?) to tackle. I do like doing the blog thing. But I run out of ideas and am not sure how much of my blathering people are willing to read. And then I remember that my blog is for me, not for them, and I don’t care about that. But I still find it difficult to find topics to blog about.


I also realise I’m not done the Turbotastical Challenge. I still owe stories to Carey and Brendan. I haven’t forgotten and they are on my to-do list for this year. Seriously.


So, in the interest in poking me to write, I’m going to try and answer all the questions in the book. Not all at once. But in a series of posts that I hope will weave through other posts. I do hope to do more writing this year. But egads; I say that every bloody year, don’t I?

My rules are going to be that I have to try to answer the question first without using Google or anything else to help me understand the question. But after my initial attempt, I’m allowed to look things up and fill out my answer.  I hope it will be as interesting to read as it should be to write.