interviewed by
multislackerkim
Feb. 19th, 2008 08:54 pm( Read more... )
If you want a set of questions, leave a comment asking for some. (It may take me a few days to respond.)
( Read more... )
If you want a set of questions, leave a comment asking for some. (It may take me a few days to respond.)
( Read more... )
If you want to participate, post a comment asking to be interviewed
and I'll ask you questions, which you'll then answer in your own
journal.
From the morning service:
For transgressions against God, the Day of Atonement atones; but for transgressions of one human being against another, the Day of Atonement does not atone until they have made peace with one another.The first time I was faced with those words I argued with them. Write a blank check? Are you kidding? It wasn't that I had a particular grievance in mind; it's just that it felt wrong somehow. After all, we're told that we have to ask forgiveness and make amends; just feeling sorry doesn't cut it.I hereby forgive all who have hurt me, all who have wronged me, whether deliberately or inadvertently, whether by word or by deed. May no one be punished on my account.
As I forgive and pardon those who have wronged me, may those whom I have wronged forgive and pardon me, whether whether I acted deliberately or inadvertently, whether by word or by deed.
The next time I reasoned that there was a quid pro quo involved, and I wanted to say "I forgive and pardon anyone else who is making this declaration today". I don't now remember if that's what I actually said. I know that for a while I've been mentally inserting "those Jews" rather than just anyone, because while not all Jews keep Yom Kippur, it seemed a reasonable compromise.
This year I was able to say it as written. I was able to realize that yeah, there are people who've wronged me who will never apologize (perhaps because they don't even realize it), and I've surely done such things to other people, and it's just not important enough to hang onto. For wrongs that are known and more serious, well, there's a difference between forgiveness and forgetfulness -- I might not rely on certain people in the future, but I don't have to carry the weight of their misdeeds around on a mental scorecard either. I can inform my future behavior without holding out on forgiveness.
This would be much harder, perhaps impossible, if there were a major outstanding wrong against me. I am blessed to not have suffered the kinds of wrongdoing (abuse, major betrayal, etc) that some people have. The small stuff just isn't worth getting worked up about.
As I said, it wasn't so much that I had specific grievances I wanted to hold onto; it was more that I had trouble making the blanket statement. I don't know what's changed, but I don't seem to have that trouble now. I'm happy about this.
I'm glad I'm a Jew -- the annual introspection and sanity check is helpful. And, quite demonstrably, when it wasn't required of me I didn't do it. (Maybe others are more dilligent in such things.) In all seriousness, I would recommend something like the high holy days to my thoughtful gentile friends.
For the two or three people reading this who haven't already seen the interview game, here's how this works:
( Read more... )
Here's the rules:
Unbeknownst to me at the time, I spent my first two weeks or so of kindergarten in the "dumb" section. Then someone got the clue that a vision problem is not the same as a learning disability, and they moved me. Maybe they noticed that I already knew how to read, but that I was holding the books really close. (This was before the cataract surgery.)
For the first couple years of school, the books had giant-sized print. Then in, I think, second grade, the print got smaller and I told a teacher "I can't see this". Time passed, and then one day I was presented with large-print versions of my textbooks.
One day shortly after that, I was called out of class to meet Miss H. She was from the organization that sent the books, and from now on she would be spending one class period a week with me. There seemed to be no agenda at first; only later did I realize I was being assessed.
These visits were like manna from heaven. We solved puzzles. (Well, she presented and I solved. At that age I wouldn't have known an IQ test if it walked up and introduced itself.) We worked through the entire body of Encyclopedia Brown mysteries. We did the basics of algebra in, I think, fourth grade. In fifth grade she taught me to type (which was fortuitous in several ways). She taught me shorthand (you win some, you lose some :-) ). We played games. I think we diagrammed sentences (yay grammar). We did other stuff (some now forgotten). I had a blast.
Sometime in middle school I caught on: she was a tutor, and her job was to provide remedial education -- because obviously handicapped students would have trouble keeping up in classes. It was an institutional assumption, not hers, and institutional assumptions can be hard to challenge. But why challenge this one? After a visit or two she must have realized that I wasn't suffering from learning problems, but both of us thought this was the best hour of our respective school weeks. I don't know what she told her employers; I simply (and truthfully) told anyone who asked that I enjoyed the visits and was learning a lot.
There were no accommodations for above-average students when I was in school, but through a quirk of nature I got my own private gifted program until high school. By then my eyes had adapted enough that I could read normal-sized books -- not the tiny print that sometimes shows up, but for that I had started carrying a pocket magnifying glass (which I still do). The large-print books and the special visits ended with the move to high school. I was glad not to need the books, but sad not to get the visits.
I wonder whatever happened to Miss H. (I know she became Mrs. something-other-than-H, but aside from that.) I hope her memories of those years are half as fond as mine are.
( Read more... )
1. How has the field of software documentation evolved during your career?
( Read more... )
2. How did growing up in the SCA community in particular influence who you are now? Would you have grown into more or less the same person in a different social environment, such as your current congregation?
( Read more... )
3. If you could become a pen pal of any person from any time, with whom would you correspond? (To avoid paradox, assume that the person exists in a parallel universe, so you could even correspond with yourself from the past without causing reality to implode.)
( Read more... )
4. Alternatively, what do you do if the genie allows you to undo after seeing the consequences? Specifically, you may once instantly revert reality to a backup copy of the moment before he would have contacted you. Does your answer change if you could remember your experiences from the forked reality?
( Read more... )
5. How would you characterize the stories that you most enjoy reading or watching? How have these desiderata changed over time?
( Read more... )
Here's how this works:
( death, Catholicism, SCA, meeting people, job )
Here's how it works:
( music, interpersonal conduct, Robin Wood, gun control, SCA and synagogue communities )
So, say you were meeting a new person -- blind date, new friend, who knows. And you wanted them to have some idea of what kind of person you are, and who you are. But you can't actually tell them in so many words. Instead, you have to give them a box, with a dozen things in it for them to look at/read/listen to/taste/whatever. What would you put in the box? And a copy of your journal or a link to your LJ would be the same thing as just telling them directly, yourself, so that's not allowed.1. An On the Mark CD.
2. A copy of Lapsing into a Comma: The Curmudgeon's Guide to the Many Things That Can Go Wrong in Print, and How to Avoid Them, with post-it notes recording my annotations and corrections. :-)
3. A siddur, probably Sim Shalom, maybe a marked-up leader's copy.
4. A catalog from URJ Press (that's the Reform movement within Judaism).
5. A photo album with pictures of me and my family, including pets.
6. My SCA Laurel scroll, or facsimile. (The SCA is a medieval/renaissance re-creation organization. The Laurel is the highest award they give for achievement in the arts and sciences. The scroll is a document -- really a work of art itself -- that comemorates this.)
7. A complete run of Babylon 5, augmented with the smuggled episodes from the UK.
8. A copy of The Moon is a Harsh Mistress.
9. A copy of Joy and Jealousy, a book on renaissance Italian dance that I co-wrote, with accompanying CD. (I arranged all the music.)
10. A bag of polyhedral dice.
11. A copy of my current software-documentation project. (Ok, technically this would require an NDA...)
12. A bowl of perfectly-cooked mattar paneer, somewhat spicier than usual.
And the final part of the meme:
What one thing would you add to the box to represent me or my tastes?