Celtic Virgin Birth?

Myth of the Day:

Dechtere



The mother of Cuchulainn. There are a number of versions of his birth, of which two follow: one, Dechtere accidentally swallowed a mayfly while drinking a cup of wine, became pregnant from this event, and bore Cuchulainn; two, She was impregnated by the god Lugh with his own soul, and vomited him into life as Cuchulainn, thereby remaining a virgin.

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Kores' Light

The untouched, the virginal, youth, purity and innocence, an innocent person, a fertile base from which growth can arize. Virtue and Honor. Hope. Preparation for new horizons.



Ares' Light

An unavoidable conflict, revolution, or struggle. Action. Defiance. Conquest. Triumph. Attainment despite perils.





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I have returned

From my long slumber, or at least intermittently. Thank you to Lizzie for a lovely party and her unfailing patience with and support of me. Undergoing major life changes, ie. jobs and schedules and so forth and have been very stresses out and wiped out and generally out of synch. I most definitely welcomed the respite, although perhaps I enjoyed it a bit too much...la,la,la...back to being a responsible grown up then. But I got to sing Bowie songs into a microphone while somebody played guitar and other people watched. How cool is that?


Corbid

oh dear goddess, not that card again...rider waite reading

The Lovers: A caring and trusting relationship. Beauty and inner harmony. A decision calling for emotional control and faithfulness to spiritual values.



Strength: Raw power. Health and physical fortitude. A surge of tremendous force. Recovery from sickness. Victory after apprehension and fear. The ability to face and overcome opposition brings the inner qualities of strength and forbearance. Delays and setbacks will be overcome.

where was I???

Apparently I was invisible for a time...fixed it...more soon...tired...slightly addled...must...sleep...


corbid

(otherwise known as Saille Willow)

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Myth of the Day:

Hypatia

Myth of the Day:

Hypatia was a mathematician, astronomer, and Platonic philosopher. According to the Byzantine encyclopedia The Suda, her father Theon was the last head of the Museum at Alexandria.



Hypatia's prominence was accentuated by the fact that she was both female and pagan in an increasingly Christian environment. Shortly before her death, Cyril was made the Christian bishop of Alexandria, and a conflict arose between Cyril and the prefect Orestes. Orestes was disliked by some Christians and was a friend of Hypatia, and rumors started that Hypatia was to blame for the conflict. In the spring of 415 C.E., the situation reached a tragic conclusion when a band of Christian monks seized Hypatia on the street, beat her, and dragged her body to a church where they mutilated her flesh with sharp tiles and burned her remains.

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Knowledge: An important, possibly moral choice to be made. Be discriminating with advice from others. Deep insight into a relationship or one's own involvement in a relationship. A need to integrate all levels of consciousness within oneself. An opportunity for intimacy and open communications.



Four of Music (Musing): "And I wrote my happy songs / Every child may joy to hear". Being at peace with yourself. Taking the time to reminisce and let your mind wander. Relief from emotional stress. Combining business with pleasure. Focus on playful communication. Mulling things over. Relaxed and slow pace. In the creative process: Relax into playfulness, whimsically experiment with improvisation or reminiscence about past experiences. Such meditations alleviate stress and refresh the imagination. Make space for the gifts of spirit to move through you.



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So,so very,very tired...

Alas, but I am weary...working a 70 hour week, or something in that neighborhood. I scarcely know what day it is...oh, well, at least there's Saturday to look forward to.

Till weekend next...

A week of no blogging?

Between connectivity issues and insane work hours, I fear we'll see a bit less of me this week.

Damn, I'm sure you're all crying into your teacups with tremendous grief...

Soundtrack for the week: Old punk from the dawn of time - Sex Pistols, Clash, Joy Division.

Food: Whatever I can grab

Reading Material: Rereads of novels I loved a couple years ago to justify keeping them in the house.

See ya.


Corbid

Coming soon...

For those of you in the same town az Lizzie...The Silver Sea Ceilidh.

Tracklisting for Newest Mix: Punk/new wave/loudness

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Release the Bats - The Birthday Party (The band from whence came Nick Cave)

The Lovecats - very early, very frivolous Cure with coolass piano bits

Soap Commercial - The Psychedelic Furs dry take on advertising with apologies to Andy Warhol

Sympathy for the Devil - a rather odd little Roxy Music cover

Just Lust - The Buzzcocks empitimozing the spirit of pure punk

I've Got A Secret Miniature Camera - Peter Murphy is much more than goth

Julie's In The Drug Squad - The Clash in one of their Ska moods

Dog In Sweden - Xray Spex "Iggy says I wanna be your dog, but I want you to be a demagogue..."

Career Oppurtutnities - The Clash sum up the redundancy of meaningless wage slavedom

Deutscher Girls - Adam Ant was my Elvis Presley, seriously one can never go wrong with hetero boys in pirate shirts, leather pants and eyeliner, at least in my book.

Punk Rock Girl - The Dead Milkmen sing the anthem of our erstwhile teendom...

Young Parisians - Adam and the Ants again, Adam and the motherfucking Ants!

House Of The Rising Sun - Nick Cave was born to sing this song, cover or no

10:15 on A Saturday Night - An old Cure 'B' side with one of my favorite understated guitar solos ever.

Little Know It All - The only new song on the mix. Iggy Pop is still the man.

The Strangest Party - INXS, awash in sexy Australianness

Stuart - "You know what, Stuart, I like you. You're not like the other people here in the trailer park..." Dead Milkmen.



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Listening to...

...London Calling by the Clash. The entire album. Hadn't remembered it being quite this good. Makes me wonder if I should henna my hair today. Nah. Maybe tomorrow. Definitely very soon, anyway. Slow simmering frozen chicken thighs slowly on the stovetop in a dutch oven in a mixture of Cioppino sauce and regular mushroom spaghetti sauce. Smells extroardinary. Playing with the gorgeous baby. Shall have to venture out into the wolrd eventually, I suppose. It is suddenly dawning on me that I'll be working basically a day job soon, and will have very few of these quiet, lazy mornings to savor. So it goes the world, I guess. We adapt or we stagnate and die and that's just not cool at all.

A post Saint Patrick's day bit of amusement...

...shamelessly stolen from Davezilla.com

It's the "We have No Heads" (audio/mpeg Object) song from Denis Leary. I for one have not yet failed to laugh my ass off at this song, but then I am admittedly feebleminded...

Eirinn

May the land rise again

Out of the ashes of Phoenix Park and the bloody streets of Belfast

May her soul rise again

From the ravages of time and the cruel course of history

And the jaded hearts of her lost sons and daughters

An Ocean away

Who dream of a home they never knew

And worship a Mother who welcomes them still

Fragments

Dreamt of staircases and strange faces and things I thought I'd left behind...

Thoughts on having three full time jobs at once...

Well, that was kind of a dumb idea. So I quit the temp job this morning, and plan on working my new job concurrently with my old job for a week or two as I've time for a nap between shifts. But we shall see how long that lasts. Mainly the new job is the new hotness. Or,well maybe not the new hotness but the nice refresshing change for the forseeable future. Better pay, more liveable schedule, time with my wee girls, less thankless job duties, and I'll presumably still have some time now and then to see old friends:)

For now, I am just totally fucking exhausted, though. So it goes.

corbid/saillewillow/whoever...

The Voice Of The Woods Ogham Reading Of The Day...

Birch

A new beginning will change the situation dramatically when it arrives. Much will be different then, so it would be wise to anticipate this by resolving old business, enabling you to truly begin anew.

The first of the Ogham trees, and traditionally the first to have Ogham carved upon it, birch symbolizes beginnings. As both a protector and a gateway to the Otherworld, it also indicates good fortune. There is some risk of hastiness and rashness as well; while good luck can compensate, foresight is also of benefit.



Hazel

While you may not now have all the information you need about the situation, it will come. Gather it as the salmon gathers hazelnuts, and use your logic and your intuition to make a creative and wise decision.

Many Celtic legends involve the hazel tree, and hazelnuts which give wisdom- especially to the salmon that live in the pool under the tree and eat the nuts. Hazel symbolizes deep wisdom and insight, used to inspire creativity and resolve conflict. The hazel is the ninth tree of the Ogham.

Lady Wilde

Lady Jane Francesca Wilde



Lady Jane Francesca Wilde [or ?Speranza'] 1821-96 Wilde's tall and strikingly attractive mother was a talented linguist, poet, and Irish patriot, who had written six books and translated others. Her best-known work is a translation of Meinhold's Sidonia the Sorceress. Lady Wilde's nom de plume, Speranza (the Italian for 'Hope') came from her advocacy of the cause of Irish freedom.



In 1879, following the death of her husband, Lady Wilde left Dublin for London, where she was a central figure of the circle of Irish writers, including George Bernard Shaw and William Butler Years. She contributed her poems and articles to periodicals, including The Woman's World, of which Oscar Wilde was the editor in 1887-9. Under his editorship, he raised its status (formerly called The Lady's World) from a fashion magazine for society ladies to a culture magazine for new, independent women.



During the Wilde trials in 1895, while many of Wilde's friends persuaded him to leave the country, it was Lady Wilde who insisted that he should stay and stand trial: 'If you stay, even if you go to prison, you will always be my son. It will make no difference to my affection. But if you go, I will never speak to you again.' After Wilde's conviction, however, her health declined rapidly in her despair and sorrow for 'dear Oscar'. She died in February 1896. Learning that she would not be able to see him again on her deathbed, she said, 'may the prison help him'.

Happy F%$&ing Saint Patrick's Day To All...

Guinness is Gaelic For Genius, you know. So drink to superior intelligence and listen to the Pogues and BLACK 47.


Here's some lyrics about Michael Collins:


THE BIG FELLAH


Mo chara is mo lao thu!

My friend and my calf

Is aisling trí néallaibh

A vision in dream

Do deineadh aréir dom

Was revealed to me last night

IgCorcaigh go déanach

In Cork, a late hour,

Ar leaba im aonar

In my solitary bed


I remember you back in the GPO with Connolly and Clarke

Laughin' with McDermott through the bullets and the sparks

Always with the smart remark, your eyes blazin' and blue

But when we needed confidence we always turned to you

And when they shot our leaders up against Kilmainham wall

You were there beside us in that awful Easter dawn

Hey, big fellah..........where the hell are you now

When we need you the most

Hey, big fellah..........c'mon


Tabhair dom do lámh

Give me your hand


Back on the streets of Dublin when we fought the black and tans

You were there beside us, a towerin' mighty man

And God help the informer or the hated English spy

By Jaysus, Mick, you'd crucify them without the blinkin' of an eye

Still you had a heart as soft as the early mornin' dew

Every widow, whore and orphan could always turn to you

We beat them in the cities and we whipped them in the streets

And the world hailed Michael Collins, our commander and our chief

And they sent you off to London to negotiate a deal

And to gain us a republic, united, boys, and real

But the women and the drink, Mick, they must have got to you

'Cause you came back with a country divided up in two

Musing on a topic of note...

... in response to a blog post that Lizzie

may or may not publish...

"Soul Love "

Words and music by David Bowie


Stone love - she kneels before the grave

A brave son - who gave his life to see the slogan

That hovers between the headstone and her eyes

For they penetrate her grieving


New love - a boy and girl are talking

New worlds - that only they can share in

New words - a love so strong it tears their hearts

To sleep - through the fleeting hours of morning

Love is careless in its choosing - sweeping over cross a baby

Love descends on those defenseless

Idiot love will spark the fusion

Inspirations have I none - just to touch the flaming dove

All I have is my love of love - and love is not loving


Soul love - the priest that tastes the word and

Told of love - and how my God on high is

All love - though reaching up my loneliness evolves

By the blindness that surrounds him


Love is careless in its choosing - sweeping over cross a baby

Love descends on those defenseless

Idiot love will spark the fusion

Inspirations have I none - just to touch the flaming dove

All I have is my love of love - and love is not loving

Okay...

I now technically have three full time jobs...

I'm just a girl who cain't say no...

We shall just have to see what happens. More details to come. I shall certainly be busy, in any case. Lalala.

William Blake Tarot of the day

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Nine of Science (Despair): Experiencing mental anguish or self-pity. Grief. Depression. Insomnia. Escaping reality. Hiding from joy and innocence. Feeling isolated and alone. Self-cruelty. In the creative process: Your creativity is blocked by self-judgments and criticism. Forgive yourself and get back to the basics; recapture your innocence and rejoin the human family.



Angel of Science: "Quis basin demonstret? (Who would demonstrate the foundation?)". Floating in the realm of pure or abstract thought. Objective, unemotional, and unbiased thinking. Mental speculation, exploration, meditation. A brilliant insight bursting through. Stimulus to organize or systematize. Precision and clarity of vision. In the creative process: An intellectual vision or perfect insight inspires you to rise above yourself.





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Stress alert fades from red to yellow...

Had two job interviews this morning and both went well. Feeling slightly better about myself, but I have Maggie's IEP assessment next, so that could change. Still, there's nothing like a skills assessment at a temp agency for stroking the old ego. I tested about 9100 keystrokes per hour on alphanumeric data entry and 96% proficiency on a version of Microsoft Word that i've never seen before, plus got bonus points for having a "well written" resume and submitting it via email. How that translates into money in my pocket remains to be seen, but it's something of an antidote to the constant negativity and focus on minutiae in my current work environment. You can actually be written up for taking a 5 minute restroom break off schedule or for being a word or two off script. It's phenomenally degrading. I must exit as soon as possible to preserve my sanity.

whatf#%$&ingever, right?

Redundancy ensues. I've decided it's time to leave my current thankless, lifesapping, no future job for another thankless, lifesapping no future job. I am never getting back to school at this rate. I am never getting the motivation to change my life ever, I've become convinced. I will never own a house, I will never have a job I love, I will always be a disappointment to my family and friends. It's just a fact of life. Why don't I get used to it already and give up trying? I used to be so good at that. I used to be so good at turning off life and watching it like it was on a television screen and just not caring. Instead I wish for stupid things like people to care about me or see some sort of talent in me or something that makes me other than a phenomenal waste of breath and space. Whereas I think most of the people I know would gladly forget about me forever if they thought for a second that I would leave them alone. If I died tomorrow, my immediate family would feel some impact, but everyone else would say "oh isn't that a damned shame" and promptly cease to think of me ever again. I insinuate myself into the lives of others and try to make myself indispensable, because otherwise what would they want me around for? Certainly not my esteemed company. I am a service for hire, rather than a worthwhile person. I truly believe this. I am an ear for listening and understanding, but as soon as I open my mouth everyone tunes out because I am a fucking bore, I am a pompous ass, I am a big, fucking self important idiot. And if I hadn't had so much potential to be otherwise at some point, it wouldn't matter, but I am a failure. Utter and complete. I am the big Lazarus Mistake. They should not have raised me from the dead. They should never have let me marry or procreate. There are wonderful people who rely on my and I am no one to be relied upon. I am the biggest fuckup on the planet. Why do I aspire to anything other than that. I am a big fuckup who has a weblog that nobody reads. That's what I am. Queen Fuckup.

Oscar Wilde Quote of the Day...

"She who hesitates is won."

For more of the same, visit The Random Oscar Wilde Quotes Page.

If you'd ever wondered...

A myth dispelled on the Guiness site:

Is it true that you get a much better pint in Ireland?

For GUINNESS® brewed outside Ireland the water will be different of course because we always use pure, fresh water from local natural sources. In blind tests though, (with a bunch of highly cynical journalists!), none of our sample could tell the difference. That said, all GUINNESS® sold in North America is brewed in Ireland at the historic St .James's Gate Brewery in Dublin. So, the only real difference you should be able to spot is the pub that you're drinking in!

Rhapsody

I must confess, after the initial skepticism, I've become quite the fan of Rhapsody. I love the on demand aspect of the service and the interface, which gives little bios and links and offers net radio stations which at least in theory will complement the artists you've already chosen as your favorites, thus expanding one's musical horizons somewhat. Plus the chance to preview entire albums for a decent period of time to see if they might be worth buying and view entire discographies of artists even when they aren't available for listening purposes. Slight frustration factors abound, such as the fact that the entire catalog of Scud Mountain Boys CDs can be listened to but not burned, therefore residing only in my computer until I can scrape up the funds to purchase the lot of them soemday. And things of that nature. But overall, I believe it doth rock as far as pay music services go. I do believe online distribution is the logical direction of the music industry as a whole and may in fact change the nature of the evil corporate beastie a bit if we make our voices heard. I also believe the glass if half full, though...

Pseudo intellectualism or crass consumerism, tell me for I do not know

Reading Material of the moment: A Sideways Look at Time by Jay Griffiths.

DVD Rental of the day:The Business Of Fancydancing, written and directed by Sherman Alexie.

Rhapsody Addiction of the Moment: The Instigator by Rhett Miller.


Caffeine by Red Rose tea, french fries by Ore Ida, for everything else there's Mastercard?

Yet Another Amnesty International Alert...

Oh, my heart, it doth bleed yet again...indulge me anyway.End Racial Profiling Now...

Look what I found this morning!

The most depressing web page in the world, possibly...

"...we should be old by now..."

Apparently, today is Lou Reed's 62nd birthday.

And my sister's 26th.

And time doth march on.