Behold a wonder! I will get personal in my own journal!
scieppan, my personal angel, has given me these questions!
1. If you could create your own memorial for Lawrence what/where/why would it be?
Hm. How to memorialize a man whose fondest wish was “to be forgotten by my friends”. If I had the Godlike power to do it, lasting peace and self-rule in the Middle East would be my choice: his love fulfilled. In the realm of the individually achievable, my memorial would be two-fold. The lesser, an endowed professorship in his name at Oxford, for Middle Eastern Archaeology. The greater, a foundation to treat war veterans suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder (known in his day as shell shock). If I had the fiscal power of the Gates/Buffett partnership it would be a comprehensive program, from actively seeking out those who need help, to diagnosis, inpatient treatment, outpatient treatment, in-home care, transportation, follow-up care, whatever it takes, at drastically reduced cost, or preferably none.
2. If you could pick an actor to play the Rudymeister in the story of your life, who would it be?
Oh, it’s already been done! Eddie Murphy as Donkey is the living picture of Rudy when he was a puppy. :-D
3. Listen to Mozart play his own music, or travel on the space shuttle? Why?
Listen to Mozart! Because it’s a two-fer: Mozart, and his time! I would have to be in 18th century Europe to hear him play!
Also I loathe flying. ;-)
4. If I gave you $20M to throw a party, how would you spend it?
This one gave me the most trouble. If you gave me $19.99 to throw a party, I have a million ideas. With a limitless budget, my brain freezes.
I would fly all my guests to Marrakech, where I would have rented out a villa. Now, this villa is everything you think of when you think of North African splendor: the tiles, the silks, the roses, the smell of spices. They would all find in their rooms beautiful caftans and slippers for their use. After two days, when everyone had recovered from jetlag, we would set out by caravan into the desert mountains. There, at an ancient desert palace, a feast would be laid out under the stars. This feast would unfold over the course of hours, flickering torches sparkling on the gold platters heaped with figs, dates, rice, rose petals, saffron, tagines of all descriptions, and all the beautiful delights of North African cuisine. Local musicians would play through the night, and dance for us. As the last of the wine is poured, the last sweet savored, the musicians would lead us dancing to the roof of the palace to greet the sun.
Then I’d give the remaining $19M to the hospital in Marrakech.
5. North Pole or South Pole? Why?
South Pole, absolutely. The North Pole is an imaginary spot in the ocean. The South Pole lies in the heart of a continent (and there’s actually a pole there now, which is amusing), and it’s the men who gave everything to know that continent that give it its special romance.
To say nothing of the fact that there are actually accomodations at the South Pole! The Amundsen-Scott South Pole Base is pretty swanky as these things go. I could theoretically go to the South Pole and sleep in a warm bed!