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50 Questions to (Allegedly) Free Your Mind
I came across this rather old meme the other day (from somewhere outside of dA—don't know if it's on here, though I suspect it is, somewhere) and spent an hour or two filling it in.  As proof that I'm still alive, I decided to post my answers here.
According to the intro they come with,
  These questions have no right or wrong answers.
  Because sometimes asking the right questions is the answer.

Well, let's see....
Fifty Questions to Free Your Mind
1.    How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
Easy enough answer.  Despite being a middle-aged adult in actual physical time, I've never felt truly "grown up" —perhaps because I never married or had children or faced any of those usual "rites of passage."  I feel like I'm in my late teens to early twenties on most days: old enough to think and make decisions, young enough to be spontaneous and ebullient (as well as frequently irrespons
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I want to live in a castle in the forest
High on a cliff, in a valley prone to storms,
Far from the cities, far from the world I know,
With only simple villagers for neighbors, and they not very near.
Alone I dwell in my walls of ancient stone,
Save for a handful of retainers:
My Saturnian butler with the sepulchural voice;
The mad old housemaid who calls me "poppet" and laughs to herself;
The cook with a face like risen dough, who never speaks
(And always seems to wield a cleaver, even when making tea).
And where would I be without an immense footman of simple mind,
Or a sallow-faced groom and driver, who swigs from his pocket flask while my coach-and-four awaits me?
How these five alone keep the ancient castle clean and swept I do not know
(Perhaps they have help that comes in on Thursdays);
But there I will sleep, in my great old wooden bed
Hung with curtains of wine-red velvet
Alone in the vast field of snowy linen and heavy coverlet
As moonlight tiles the floor in silver
From wind
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Ghost Tauros In the Sky
(Tune: Ghost Riders In the Sky)
As I was training out alone, one dark and windy day,
Above a lonesome valley as I rested on my way,
All at once, a mighty herd of red-eyed bulls I saw
Pounding through the ragged air and up a cloudy draw.
Their hooves were loud as thunder and their horns were black as steel,
Their tails were whips of lightning and their hot breath you could feel,
And after them, I glimpsed the shapes of shadows in the sky—
Ghostly trainers running hard—and heard their mournful cry....
Getto da ze...!

Ghost Tauros in the sky....
Their eyes were hollow, faces pale, their T-shirts soaked with sweat,
They're running hard to catch'em all, but they ain't caught one yet;
For they've got to chase those Pokémon forever through the sky,
Always just a step behind...just listen as they cry....
Getto da ze...!

Ghost Tauros in the sky....
As the trainers passed me by, I heard one call to me;
Said, "If you want to save you
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Liminality is a special interest of mine.  Liminal, from the Latin limen, meaning "threshold," refers to the state of being between states, of being on the border, caught in transition between two things—not one thing or another.  

Stand in a doorway: you are liminal in the most basic, literal are neither inside nor outside.  The concept is related to that of "limbo," the name for the state of afterlife that is neither Heaven nor Hell in medieval European thought, and now the word is applied to any realm or state that is "on the edge," or suspended-between.  Psychologists talk of liminal mental states, being caught in the midst of some rite of passage, neither quite out of the old state nor quite all into the next.  (I myself could be said to be passing from one liminal state to another right now: from my long unemployment, itself a liminal state, to a state as a "temp to perm" contract worker: neither unemployed nor completely employed.  In fact, I'm also halfway between being a temp and a real employee, not quite being either...but I digress.)

Folklore has always been fascinated with liminality, with between-ness. Times and places seen as borders are given magical significance.  We carry brides across the threshold because the liminality is dangerous—the liminality of both her place (neither inside nor outside) and her personal state (neither single nor quite married—after the wedding but before the sex, in the old way of thinking, made you a married virgin, a contradiction in terms) combining to make her doubly in danger.  Various spirit-beings (themselves liminal) were believed to desire human wives and be willing to abduct them; next to babies, new wives were said to be the favorite prey of the Fair Folk.  Heroes who were blessed with magical protection always had a loophole of liminality whereby they could be killed.   Lleu Llaw Gyffes could be killed neither "during the day or night, nor indoors or outdoors, neither riding nor walking, not clothed and not naked," etc.  A murder attempt was made at dusk, under an open roof, when he had one foot on a cauldron and one on a goat, while wrapped in a fishing net, etc. etc.  

Twilight and dawn (neither day nor night) are the liminal times of day.  In the words of one of the eeriest-sounding of the classic Disney songs:

Halfway in day
And halfway in night
Lies a world half in shadow
And halfway in light...

That's why Rod Serling chose "The Twilight Zone" as the name of his show about weirdness and surreality—because it was one of those spooky, half-way, threshold times.

The Celtic days of Sowen (Samhain) and Beltane - Halloween and May Day - were borders of the year, the threshold between Summer and Winter, and therefore times when the spirit world was closer to the physical one.  This is why Halloween is scary; the world of the dead is closer to the world of the living.  The soltices and equinoxes, to the more astronomically-minded, were the liminal times when the sun changed direction or the daylight and darkness were evenly matched.  They were also considered dangerously liminal.  Telling ghost stories used to be a traditional Christmas game; that's why Charles Dickens wrote a ghost-filled Christmas story.

Which brings me to Thanksgiving.

Thanksgiving occupies a strange place in the American consciousness: it lies halfway between Halloween and Christmas, and shares symbolism with both of them.  Pumpkins, gourds, and Indian corn?  Check.  Snowy weather and a big, turkey-based family dinner?  Check.  It's ostensibly a harvest festival, but held much too late in the year to actually be one.  (In its European homelands, Halloween was traditionally the last day of harvest, the day when anything left in the fields should be left to the spirits of the dead that roamed free that night...having been touched by the spirit world, it became "liminal food" of a sort, and dangerous to the living.)

In England, from which the bulk of our American culture descends, there's no Thanksgiving to get in the way; after Halloween, the Christmas season starts.  Retailers in the U.S. treat Thanksgiving as a little intruder in their Christmas advertising; they dedicate a little section to novelty turkey and Pilgrim items, but otherwise ignore it.  Thankgiving is too non-commercial a holiday for anyone (but grocery stores) to really profit from it, so it's little more than a little harvest-colored hiccup in the otherwise firmly red and green Christmas décor.

This used to bother me.  As a kid I (ike most young children) had an overdeveloped sense of propriety: things should only happen at the proper times and places, and people who violated the proper sequence of events ought to be ashamed.  "Christmas doesn't begin until after Thanksgiving.  They're not supposed to put up Christmas stuff until then!"

As I grew older I started to wonder: what was the deal with Thanksgiving?  The Pilgrims could not possibly have had their First Thanksgiving in November; it was way too cold then.  (It was held somewhen between September 21 and November 9, most likely in "very early October," according to; the Canadian Thankgiving, on the first Monday of October, reflects this more traditional timing.)  How the heck did this harvest festival get shunted so late in the year?  Why, to the dismay of family cooks with little time on their hands, is one huge-turkey-feast held only a month after another?

The answer, I discovered, had to do with those same Pilgrims who started the whole thing.  More generally, it was the Puritans.

You see, the Puritans wanted to celebrate Christmas without, you know, celebrating Christmas.  Christmas, back in those days, was less a family holiday and more a license to party: filled with drunken antics, lewd behavior, and general naughtiness, it was a time to cut loose and go wild.  It was really more like our modern New Years, minus the countdown; or like the American St. Patrick's day, minus the Irish symbolism. You got drunk, you danced, you gambled, and if you were lucky you got laid, or at least got to flirt outrageously and cop a few feels.  Christmas, before the Victorians got to it, was like one big frat party—and it lasted for twelve days.

Can you see the Puritans putting up with that in their new homeland?  Yeah, I didn't think so.  

Many Puritan communities banned Christmas outright.  As America grew larger, many people came over who were not Puritan and they brought Christmas and its extended party-time spirit over with them.  This created conflict, as non-Puritans wanted to celebrate and many lower-echelon Puritans began to think a little bit of merriment might be nice once in a while.

So what some Puritan folks did was try something a little sneaky: over to one side was this other holiday, this harvest festival born of one of the few peaceful interactions with the European settlers and the Native Americans: a harvest thanksgiving feast.  It expressed what they felt was the proper spirit for a holiday (a Holy Day): quiet and reverent gratitude toward God for His generosity.  You got to eat hearty and spend a day relaxing (well, the menfolk did, anyway) but the license to revel in debauchery could be discouraged.

So over the years, the Puritans made Thanksgiving into a kind of substitute Christmas.  They shoved it later in the year and made it their last-feast-before-the-deprivations-of-deep-winter celebration.  

That is why Thanksgiving is so late in the year.  That is why it draws from the symbols of both Harvest and Solstice celebrations, yet is not fully part of either.  It is a celebration that is all about the New World (including, of course, elements of Native American harvest festivals) yet is steeped in enough traditional rituals from the Old World to seem almost as ancient as them.  It is a time to relax and party, and has become nearly a secular celebration (something that would, of course, have appalled the Puritans), yet it has retained a Puritan sense of unadorned domesticity—it's a small and homelike celebration, not a society-wide mass festival.  It has resisted the lures of commercial or celebratory excess, and most of its traditions (except for the football) would probably please the Puritans' strait-laced little hearts.

Thanksgiving is, in fact, a kind of liminal holiday: neither one thing nor another.  It is a liminal time that resists all the eerie associations of most liminal times.  This has the odd effect of making it a liminal thing itself, by virtue of its very non-liminality.

Freaky, huh?  

That's the kind of contradiction that the Fair Folk and Rod Serling just loved to wallow in.  I can't help but think they both would have approved.


Just as unique as everybody else
United States
I'm too old to be a Pokémon fan, let alone a big Tracey fangirl and a dedicated Rocketshipper...but here I am, going through adolescence about three decades late and enjoying it immensely. I write fiction (usually fanfic), poetry, songs and the occasional essay or rant; I draw, I've painted a few times, and I have aspirations of learning to do digital art soon.

Current Residence: Houston, TX
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Oh, sure, you'd LIKE to know that....
Print preference:, on paper?
Favourite genre of music: ...what day of the week is this?
Favourite style of art: Representational.
Operating System: Non-invasive.
MP3 player of choice: My laptop.
Shell of choice: Queen Conch (Strombus gigas)
Wallpaper of choice: Trompe-l'oeil
Skin of choice: Healthy, clean, not too hairy.
Favourite cartoon character: Tracey from Pokémon (dur).
Personal Quote: "The universe will continue to laugh at me until I get the joke."


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ttoby Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2015   Filmographer
That was close. I thought you were dead. D:
nekokawai Featured By Owner May 11, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Happy bday :3
AngelMisty24 Featured By Owner Apr 10, 2012
Hi, I've seen your posts on bulbagarden you are a smart person I hope we can be friends! & you still like pokeshipping!
ILoveTailsKnuckles Featured By Owner May 6, 2011
Happy Early Birthday! :party:
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LooneyTunerIan Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2011  Hobbyist Filmographer
Hello! :wave:

You've been selected to join #YouCanDrawPokemon as our new Co-Founder! :D

Our group has been inactive for so long, we need more Pokemon Anime Artists to help improve our group.

And since you made an awesome tutorial, would you like help us out? :)
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LaDyMu Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
anks for the fave =D
ILoveTailsKnuckles Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2010
hi fellow tracey fangirl
Negai-Boshi Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fave! <3 It's nice to see another Tracey fan. ^-^
Kaeloth Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2010
Thanks for the :+fav: hope to see it used!
JohnnyFedora Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2010
Hey there. : D
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