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1. What is your favorite movie?
There are a few ways to approach this. I think the "finest" movie ever made in terms of quality of characterization, plot, significance of theme, cinematography, direction, acting, etc., was The Godfather II, closely followed by The Godfather. And I don't even like mafia movies. They are simply the greatest cinematic works of art to date.
But my favorite movies to watch are Waking Life and Ghandi.
2. On a scale of 1-10, how messy are you? (10 being the messiest possible)
About 8. I'm very messy, but almost OCD clean.
3. On a scale of 1-10, how fashionable are you?
Is there a number below 1?
4. On a scale of 1-10, how healthful is your diet?
Except for the meat and beer, about 8-9. I love pork. I rarely eat processed food or snacks. But I'm not macrobiotic or anything like that.
5. Has a stranger/virtual stranger touched your heart with an act of kindness ever? IF so, what did he/she do?
Three experiences from Africa:
First. I was just out of school and went on one of those volunteer programs to a rural village in Liberia with a group of similar 20 somethings. This was a short time after the coup but before the civil war so there was a lot of rampaging by soldiers but it was nowhere near the chaos that would come in a few years. We had a lot of time to do exploring and managed to get into some trouble frequently.
There was a corporate type fenced compound about 15 miles away that I and two of the young women in our group were invited to one night -- Liberian Timber and Plywood. It was like a little cleared American suburbia/corporate office park in the middle of the rainforest. After a few drinks the corporate assholes made it clear that they expected to have sex with the women. When they said no, the corporate assholes dumped us out of the compound even though there was a strict curfew and made it clear that they assumed that the soldiers would get us.
After walking for some time down a deserted rutted road, a police van pulled up. The police were completely different from the soldiers. The policeman said his shift was over and he was headed home but that because of soldiers it was dangerous to be on the roads. He took us to his extremely humble home, offered us a meal and a place to stay and in the morning drove us back to our village.
Second. In the late 80s I was doing research in South Africa, trying to track down people who had lived in a particular village that had been forcibly removed and destroyed by the apartheid government under the policy of forced removals of "black spots" -- ie black owned farms surrounded by white owned farms.
I finally tracked down a resettlement village in a bleak, dry, rocky area. Compared to their beautiful old village there was nothing but tin latrines and a few prefab tin shacks provided by the govt.
I was looking for a very old man named Jimmy who I knew from previous meetings had been rendered utterly destitute as a result of the removal. When I found him and his wife, she insisted on killing her last chicken in order to serve me and my translator a meal. I was aghast but couldn't refuse their hospitality.
Three. I was travelling in Botswana, on the road to Molepolole and I saw what seemed to be people singing and dancing. I pulled my car up and asked if I could take a picture. An old man in a nice suit and tie who spoke perfect British King's English came up to me and said that it was his daughter's wedding day, that the singing and dancing was a wedding tradition, that he was the school principal, and that among the Tswana it is considered extremely lucky to a marriage if a stranger happens by. So he invited me in to enjoy the wedding and I was seated at a table for distinguished guests and fed and addled with beer all day and well into the night!
But these are just three African experiences. Honestly, I've experienced so much really astounding kindness, generosity and hospitality from strangers while travelling in Africa that when I'm there it makes me deeply ashamed to be an American.
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