The Question-Answer Game - Page 85  

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How well did your education prepare you for what you are doing now?

Prepared me very well for some things, like the process of diagnosis, and following treatment guidelines. Did not always prepare me well in terms of workload/time management, productivity etc. That was a bit of a rude awakening.
Overall, I got a great education, though.

SQ

It prepared me to organize and mobilize people, enact change and modify thinking.

As you age, how has your outlook on life changed?

I tend to care much less what others think/do with their lives. I'm also more understanding or quicker to understand a scenario regardless of whether I agree with it or not. Also, budding white hair on temples is not attractive as they say LOL

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I suffer from ennui a lot more than I used to. And I take a lot more walks for their own sake now. Other than that, I still manage to keep my feelings of youth together. I'm a real peter pan you could say.
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I managed to be a slight bit more detached and not uncaring or callous, just more able to see when it helps being a bit more indifferent. I also learned to care a bit less about outer opinions and influences and focus more in my individuality.

What is your favorite vacation resort? If there are more than one, feel free to enumerate.

Buzios in Brazil

How well liked are you among your co-workers?

I'm like a God to them.lol

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I think they like me but probably just tolerate me.

Do you belong to any social clubs inn your neighborhood?

No.

Do you let papers and mail pile up, or do you get rid of it as you go?

(me: my desk is starting to look like a hoarder lives here).

I shred them after I no longer need them.

Which country's music do you listen to other than your own?

Many different countries. Probably music from UK most often, other than USA. But I love all kinds of music.

What kind of music did your parents listen to when you were growing up?

Music from the 40's

What is high priority to for you finish before summer starts (or winter in the other hemisphere)?

I’m not setting any high priorities at the moment because it encourages me to self sabotage. I’m just getting into whatever project engages me and going with it. It’s part of my new attitude. Like Ram Dass said, Be Here Now.

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Music: My parents loved classical music. It was so impossibly boring. Ridiculously boring. The only respite would come when there were parties, and there were lots of those: It would be "Swing" type music: Mostly instramental, but sometimes sung by people imitating the styles of Frank Sinatra, and I don't know who else, and all the couples would dance in that specific way that only old people do. We were never big fans of bad french music. Our household was very "Anglomania." In France, all things English are considered the very height of chic in certain circles: Especially ones that have conservative Monarchist tendencies. To this day, most all of my musical collection is British. There's really no discussing that the UK puts out the best music, films, and bathing products. (Although, I did recently see "The Big Blue Sea," the latest Terrence Davies film, and I'm afraid to say I could have done without it. Somehow, British Miserablism isn't quite as poignant now as it was in the 80's and 80's, or I've just grown fed up with it. We did see a trailer about a Victorian Doctor "For Ladies," starring, of course, Rupert Everett, looking haggard and very, very far gone from his early days of beauty, where in the practice, very wide spread in the day, of treating "ladies" for all manner of "malaise" with vaginal penetration, sometimes, in certain circumstance I would imagine, performed by the Doctor himself, otherwise by machinery, was rampant: In the film, Our Rupert invents this monstrous looking machine that has a whirling feather duster attached to it and becomes the toast of London: That looked amusing, and I can use a break from depressing films, as the last three i've seen have been so bleak. When I whispered to my friend how impossibly old Rupert Everett looked, she whispered back: "You would look so much younger if you shaved off your beard." I responded: "I don't seek to look younger: Only more extreme." She said: You? Extreme? & I said: "Well I'm not going to look bland, no matter what i do, so I might just as well look extreme." She responded: "I suppose you have a point."

Papers: I let papers pile up so horrifically, that it is the subject of fright outright when I face it. I dread opening my post box as there in, along with every catalog in the history of the world, are always yet more documents that require examination. Something I am loathe to do. AND: I have everything except the obvious--Television, shredder......microwave oven....

Clubs: I belong to a "Gentleman's Club." I hardly ever go but sometimes, I must. Last time I went, I was refused entry as I had on a roll neck pull over and not a shirt and tie: There was an huge scene at the reception where they were insisting that I change into their hideous collection of 100 year old starched shirts and ugly ties. I stormed out and that was the last time I've been. There's a very important black tie affair next week with an after party planned there, where wives are welcome, so I
may go. The worst: the "All Member" black tie affairs. Can anyone imagine getting yourself all done up in evening clothes, and they have very strict protocal for this, to have dinner and drinks with a bunch of conservative old men and their spoiled sons? No women, at all? Visually, it looks like you are alive inside of a Fantin-Latour painting. When I learned the term "Sausage Party" recently, I knew exactly where and why that term had been invented.

Co-workers: It's a mix. A percentage of them are very clearly terrified of me, others are civil, yet remote, and a small group are my "fan club." Recently, someone told me, a member of the latter, "You're the only one who keeps it real. Seriously: You are just normal." I almost started to cry. Being called "normal" was probably the kindest compliment I've ever been paid, and I mean that in all sincerity.

What's the highest compliment you've ever been paid?

Good to see you , Monsieur ! (HUGS)
Once , a woman watching me do yoga /dance was in tears. For me - it is the highest compliment anyone could pay me. She was a sweetie.

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I was once told by someone i only vaguely knew that they changed their social etiquette to model themselves after my example.
What note have you not seen tried in perfumery that you'd like to see attempted?

(((MDM))), so good to see you!

I’m pretty sure I haven’t tried all the perfumery notes that have been attempted yet, so I don’t know. I prefer my tried and true classics most of the time anyway. Someone once told me that I was a trendy romanticist and a boring classicist (the opposite of the nicest compliment someone has ever paid me!), and that’s probably true. Boring old me.

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umbu, guarana, or jabuticaba (three exotic tropical fruits incorporated into scents)

Do you prefer do solve a problem by yourself or with the help of another?

We've seen virtually every note in perfumery in the classic sense: Now we must suffer every note imaginable in the engineered sense: Blood. Sperm. Tin. Invalid Old Man's Cramped Living Quarters Containing Cats & Pet Rodents Where Much Cooking is Done and Windows are Never Opened (Miller Harris: "L'Air de Rien") What else is there? What I would like to see is the note of Really Splendid Day. There's an assignment for all you bored engineers out there: Take yourself off "Auto-Wank," stop playing on BN, get into that lab and whip up a brew called "Really Splendid Day," and don't be clever about it! No Cotton Candy!

We've discussed compliments. Hednic? No new from you on this one? How about Insults? Here's a really fresh one: Someone just minutes ago went on to my thread, which is known to be by invitation only, and posted the following: "Is this the thread where we all take Ambien and write out our hallucinations?" There's one. In a PM, someone recently asked me if leMDM was so fabricated that nobody reading that knows me would recognize me. I wondered: How would I make any of this up? Were I given to making things up, le MdM would be an entirely different subject. These, I suppose, are not insults, per se, yet they betray a kind of thought process that is alien to me: Why, for example, would we take Ambien to write out our hallucinations? Wouldn't LSD be more suited for that? It's *sort of* insulting, you see.

Any good insults come your way lately? *sort of* or otherwise?

*sort of*
One of my bosses told me that everyone thought it was *so hilarious* how I broke my arm pole dancing. They all had a great laugh over that one...Meanwhile, my polemates are telling that I now have *bragging rights*, all the while I am not trying to funny or cool or anything. Just waiting for my right arm to heal...

When it is appropriate to wear red shoes?

I think you just know.

When was the last time you insulted somebody, unintentionally or not?

Ahem: Red Shoes:

Red shoes look best with: An all variant neutral all the time ensemble. Meaning: Every single element of the ensemble is of some shade of neutral. Beige. Cream. Mushroom. Sepia. (NEVER BLACK!!!!!!) When wearing the red shoes, the ONLY other detail should be either: Red lips, if you are a red lip wearer, or perhaps a really lovely RUBY RING. No red anything, otherwise. This formula applies equally to men: (save the red lipstick) I call it the "You just happen to be wearing red shoes" effect. It never works with black, but can work with French Blue & white. Alternately, red shoes may be worn with an "all red look." (Red Suit. Red Shoes.) --also applicable to men-- NEVER WEAR red shoes with a red bag. Of course I needn't point that out. Just in case......

On the note of shoes: From my perspective, I find it *VERY* sexy when, at an extremely stuffy black tie event, toward the end, on the dance floor, a beautifully clothed woman is seen dancing barefoot, with shoes and hose forgotten somewhere. Ladies: What's your read on this?

My read on that is “amen brother”! I can’t dance with those ridiculous shoes, but I have to drink enough to not care what anybody thinks of me dancing barefooted. Adding…I’m not stuffy black tie material anyway.

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Adendum: NUDE SHOES LOOK BETTER WITH A RED DRESS.

It depends on the dance. Tango looks stupid without shoes. I suppose Dancing Barefoot has a bohemian-woodstocky Godessy appeal that could be sexy juxtaposed on a black tie event. The dress should be long, floor length...

Can you ice skate?

Double post

Not at all

How good are you at making inferences when presented with varied info?

Very good. Which is, if I may say so myself, why I excel at my job (financial controller & analyst).
Analyzing data from a top down view, first person, third person, side scrolling and exploded view are intuitive to me. Its the best way to detect a pattern in order to predict what is plausible, probable and possible and the risks associated with each.

If you could jettison your career for another with no monetary issues, what would you do?

You'll recall, Fleurine, that I specifically framed the act in an "extremely stuffy" black tie event: that means somewhere grandiose, like the Opera Garnier, or Versailles, or Where would the NYC equivalent be? Not that hideous Opera House you have....the Frick Mansion? Somewhere like that. It couldn't be remotely public, like in one of those Grand Hotels of which you have so many: I mean the kind of Black Tie Event where *only* swell people are seen: Invitation Only. Not the pay to play crowd. Furthermore, I did specify that said dancer was "beautifully clothed," -even put this in itallics- So Blue Grass Festival this is not. A "beautifully clothed" woman appearing at a "very stuffy" black tie event would then not be wearing a short dress, would she?
I'm just saying: From the male point of view, this is *very* sexy, and speaks volumes about the dancer. In those volumes, it's all good. Just a bit of inside scoop.....This isn't "woodstocky sex appeal in tie dye." This is "Birth of Venusy" sex appeal in Galliano." However: When I have seen this, the reactions generally go this way: The ladies raise their brows, and the men raise their heads, and check their posture.

Ice Skate: I can Ice skate. My sister was nearly a pro at one point. I don't think I could ever ice skate now the way I used to be able to do effortlessly: In fact, last winter, I repeatedly backed out of invitations to go, knowing the "performance" would be conducted in front of God Only Knows Who: You know how that rink is! You never know who's watching!

Inference: I teach Inference. Inference is an art form. I was taught Inference by my bosom tutor at College: He taught me to plot it out using a kind of "Molecular Structure" diagram that, to this day, I still use. When I teach, or form an assistant, Inference is *ALWAYS* a central theme for everything. Inference is Power.


Now we see Barack Obama adds on BN when opening up from America. I wonder if there soon will be Mitt Romney ones as well? I've never regretted not having the right to vote in America, because quite frankly, I've never wanted to. To me, American Politics gives you a kind of choice: "Dark Chocolate," or "Milk Chocolate," but, of those two choices, they are both chocolate. My observations as an outsider run thus: Democrats are pragmatic, but they are not as deft in their grasp on things as Republicans. Republicans, though, live in their own private world and seem genuinely out of touch, but on the other hand, they are usually pretty sharp witted and empowered by means. In France, I am a card carrying (still have it: Symbol-a rose) flag waving Socialist. I have been described as a "Conservative Socialist." This would make no sense in an American context. Segolene Royal is a "Conservative Socialist." I can not imagine choosing sides here in the US, as I am as much Democrat as republican, and, at the same time, neither. The other choices are poppycock. I met President and Mrs. Obama. My impressions were: "He's a phony. She can't stand." I met President and Mrs. Clinton. My impressions were: "He's got the most charismatic appeal of any man I've ever met. She's the brains." I've never met Mitt Romney. I wonder: What will put someone in the white house this time? It won't be colour, since everyone knows now that Barack Obama is as white as white gets, so what will it be? Will it be religion?

I'd be a professional kitten kisser. Or maybe a part-time nap specialist.


If you could fly for an hour, where would you go?

I'd fly to the closest ocean

What message of hope would you like to share with others?

Its only a phase. It will pass and how smoothly it passes depends on how little you panic.
It would be brilliant if I could only take my own advice...

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Once you kick the bucket, as everybody has to at some point, it all will be forgotten.

Sq

For the ladies: You are thin enough, and you look great.
SQ

Give selflessly and with your whole heart, and your compassion and generosity of spirit will be rewarded one hundredfold.

SQ

I had heard the same thing about Bill Clinton’s amazing personal charisma.

The only message of hope I have for anyone involves God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, but I don’t think I’m allowed to say more than that here. Not panicking, as Hedonist says, is good advice. There is always hope, there is always improvement if we set our minds to it, and stay open and adaptable.

Have you ever visited the Pierpont Morgan Library?

Yes.

What was the last piece of advice given to you which you found useful?

Perhaps what was said in a video about repotting and growing plants.

Sq

I can't really think of anything at this time!!!

SQ!!!

Gary

"Wait until they slip up and then lower the ax" given to me by a colleague regarding a company matter.

Would you consider yourself a mellow person or tense?

I consider myself tense and rather self conscious, but apparently I look mellow. Once I gave a big birthday party for my husband. Everybody came, loads of friends and family – many more people than I expected to come – and we lived in a very small house. It was packed…and fun…but I was responsible for all hosting duties, no help. It was right after 9/11 and people were just clinging to each other, which is why so many came. It was the first “normal” event (in our circle anyway) in the ensuing days. The kitchen was jammed with bodies, and every room other room was crowded, and I was trying to get food and drink out, plus keep things generally flowing, and getting the wallflowers integrated (impossible, I have subsequently accepted). I felt very tense because I felt claustrophobic more than anything else. My sister in law later said to me, “I don’t know how you can be so serene in the midst of all that chaos. I wouldn’t have been able to do that.” I was like, “Serene??!!” A friend of mine said to me a couple of weeks ago, “You are so genteel and ladylike, and I burst out laughing. That is NOT me. Apparently, my outward appearance is nothing like the chaos I often feel on the inside.

[Every time leMdM starts posting here I start writing these longer posts, too. I think he is a good influence on this thread. Who else feels this way?]

Anyway…sq.

Mellow

What is the first thing of a physical nature that attracts you to another person?

Well maybe their skin.

Are vampires included in this question?

Probably voice, but everything mixed together is so important in a first impression. There is never a 2nd chance to make a 1st impression as they say, and it is the first few critical seconds that matter. I am very aurally oriented, though.

sq.

Late, sorry! Why wouldn’t vampires be included?

The usual thing - face, hair, hands, but also ears.
Same for vampires

What is the last thing of a physical nature that you notice or pay attention to in another person?

I'd say the sphincter.

Sq

Details.

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Feet

How gullible a person are you?

Not very, but it might depend on whether I want to believe. I have pretty good BS antennae.

How cynical are you?

I try not to be, but sometimes can't help it.

As a young child, what did you collect?

R & B and "Soul" records.

SQ.

Was never much of a *collector* except for keeping small stones and found things that seemed special, beach glass too. I’m still like that. I always have a small stone tucked away somewhere, something found.

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Marvel Comic books in the 60s - all types of sports trading cards.

What is an important product that originates from your area?

Uh, Chipotle started here. Qdoba, Noodles and Company, Einstein bros bagels, quiznos. This is really sad that food is the only thing i can think of.

SQ let's see if anyone can do better

Hmm…not really sure what originated here that would be of interest to anybody, other than a lot of early American history. Patrick Henry delivered his Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death speech here at St. John’s church.

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Jazz, Hip-Hop, and every street hustle known to man

SQ

Tobacco and national policy

What was the last event in which you had to don formal clothes?

My grandmother's funeral, four days ago.


Did you ever experiment with drugs?

Which sphincter? We have many.