Friday, April 30, 2004
Diego's Breaksfast Burrito
The most paper thin or tortillas, lightly fried and wrapped with precision around a filling of of nicely browned scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fried potatoes, and cheddar cheese. With a side of hot sauce, and free coffee if you want it. For less than $3.00. And of course, there are variations on the theme. You can get a steak and egg burrito for $3.99 plus tax. Their carne asada is most lovely. They're open 24 hours a day. With a drive through. I do so highly recommend it.
Tis the eve of May...
It is Beltane Eve, and the wheel of the year spins onward...says the pagan atheist chick.
Mountainous
Dreamt I was in the passenger seat of a car being driven by my Dad, with my grandfather sleeping in the backseat. We were driving up a very steep mountain on some sort of cross country trip, and no one could talk because it would distract the driver and we might all plummet to our doom. It was maybe in Tennessee or North Carolina. Somewhere Appalachian and foresty. Apparently we'd just been through a rather barren New Mexico. Due to the strange, amorphous geography of dreams...
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Thursday, April 29, 2004
Repast of yore
Yearning for memories of childhood comfort, specifically staying at my grandparent's house as a child, I made kielbasa,pierogi with butter and sour cream, and kosher dill pickles for dinner. And I ate like a heifer, and I am not ashamed.
Runes of the day
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Othila is the homeland. Land was the purest form of immovable wealth in Norse civilization, distinct from the movable wealth represented by Fehu. This rune speaks of stability and safety stemming from inheritance, both material and genetic. With respect to the question asked, consider the background of the people and families involved...
Hagalaz is the rune of hail. Hail is a destructive and elemental force, so one can expect this rune to represent the disruption of one's life. In the harsh northern winter there is a halt to activity, and so delay or hindrance is frequently associated with this rune. The opposite of chaos is yet more chaos, as illustrated by the fact that this rune cannot be reversed.
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Othila is the homeland. Land was the purest form of immovable wealth in Norse civilization, distinct from the movable wealth represented by Fehu. This rune speaks of stability and safety stemming from inheritance, both material and genetic. With respect to the question asked, consider the background of the people and families involved...
Hagalaz is the rune of hail. Hail is a destructive and elemental force, so one can expect this rune to represent the disruption of one's life. In the harsh northern winter there is a halt to activity, and so delay or hindrance is frequently associated with this rune. The opposite of chaos is yet more chaos, as illustrated by the fact that this rune cannot be reversed.
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We were always...
...two coins of the same side,
but which was day and which night?
who is mourning, who was right?
I never wanted to be Guenevere,
but the part of Morgan Le Fay
had already been cast and understudied
by the time I rolled around
too much sweetness just leads to decay
too much dreaming
drags us into the
current and tide
to crash upon the rocks
victims of our own siren song
there was never anyone else
it was only ever an echo...
but which was day and which night?
who is mourning, who was right?
I never wanted to be Guenevere,
but the part of Morgan Le Fay
had already been cast and understudied
by the time I rolled around
too much sweetness just leads to decay
too much dreaming
drags us into the
current and tide
to crash upon the rocks
victims of our own siren song
there was never anyone else
it was only ever an echo...
The Most Famous of all Rhine Maidens
Myth of the Day:
Lorelei
The Lorelei is a rock in the Rhine near St. Goar which is associated with several legendary tales. The tale appears in many forms, but is best known through a poem by Heinrich Heine that begins "Ich weiss nicht was soll es bedeuten" (which means in English, "I don't know what to make of it"). In the commonest form of the story, the Lorelei rock is a maiden who threw herself into the Rhine in despair over a faithless lover, and became a siren whose voice lured fishermen to destruction. A 13th-century legend entitled Der Marner says that the Nibelungen treasure was hidden beneath the rock. The tale may be connnected with the myth of Holda, queen of the elves. The queen supposedly sits combing her locks on the Hullenstein, and the man who sees her loses sight of reason, while he who listens is condemned to wander with her for ever. The legend, which Clement Brentano claimed as his own invention when he wrote his poem ?Zu Bacharach am Rheine" in his novel of Godwi (1802), bears all the marks of popular mythology. In the 19th century it formed material for a great number of songs, dramatic sketches, and operas, which are enumerated by Dr Hermann Seeliger in his Loreleysage in Dichtung und Musik (Leipzig-Reudnitz, 1898). The favourite poem with composers was Heine's, set to music by some twenty-five musicians, the settings by Friedrich Silcher (from an old folk-song) and by Liszt being the most famous.
Lorelei
The Lorelei is a rock in the Rhine near St. Goar which is associated with several legendary tales. The tale appears in many forms, but is best known through a poem by Heinrich Heine that begins "Ich weiss nicht was soll es bedeuten" (which means in English, "I don't know what to make of it"). In the commonest form of the story, the Lorelei rock is a maiden who threw herself into the Rhine in despair over a faithless lover, and became a siren whose voice lured fishermen to destruction. A 13th-century legend entitled Der Marner says that the Nibelungen treasure was hidden beneath the rock. The tale may be connnected with the myth of Holda, queen of the elves. The queen supposedly sits combing her locks on the Hullenstein, and the man who sees her loses sight of reason, while he who listens is condemned to wander with her for ever. The legend, which Clement Brentano claimed as his own invention when he wrote his poem ?Zu Bacharach am Rheine" in his novel of Godwi (1802), bears all the marks of popular mythology. In the 19th century it formed material for a great number of songs, dramatic sketches, and operas, which are enumerated by Dr Hermann Seeliger in his Loreleysage in Dichtung und Musik (Leipzig-Reudnitz, 1898). The favourite poem with composers was Heine's, set to music by some twenty-five musicians, the settings by Friedrich Silcher (from an old folk-song) and by Liszt being the most famous.
The baby and I went to get our weekly semolina bread fix at Beyond Bread (thus thwarting their competitors:Bread,Bath and Beyond) and noticed someone unloading work supplies for a nearby storefront redecoration project of some sort. The supplies were stored in milk crates labeled "Mesmer Dairy." All day I've been haunted by the image of a field of hypnotized cows....
Friday Five's down for the month, but I feel like getting interactive. Not that anyone's reading lately, but still. No one can resist THE POWER OF QUIZILLA...here's a couple from which to choose:
You are a Siren. More adventurous than all with a
voice like no other you sit on warm rocks and
sing to the moon and sea. Yet sometimes
shipwrecks find you and raving men want you.
You are a bottle of talent and power. What the
unknown is you seek to find, and a lover. You
have the moon and stars as freinds. There are a
very few of you, what a rare find. Will you
rate my quiz, I think your voice in just
beautiful?
What kind of mermaid are you? (Gorgeous Pics)
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You're taffy! You're a clever and kind person,
but you tend to hold grudges. You are not big
on dishing out forgiveness.
Which kind of candy are you?
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Postatem obscuri lateris nescitis.
"You do not know the power of the Dark
Side." There are two possibilities: you
are a Star Wars geek, or you are unreasoningly
scary.
Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You?
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Friday Five's down for the month, but I feel like getting interactive. Not that anyone's reading lately, but still. No one can resist THE POWER OF QUIZILLA...here's a couple from which to choose:
You are a Siren. More adventurous than all with a
voice like no other you sit on warm rocks and
sing to the moon and sea. Yet sometimes
shipwrecks find you and raving men want you.
You are a bottle of talent and power. What the
unknown is you seek to find, and a lover. You
have the moon and stars as freinds. There are a
very few of you, what a rare find. Will you
rate my quiz, I think your voice in just
beautiful?
What kind of mermaid are you? (Gorgeous Pics)
brought to you by Quizilla
You're taffy! You're a clever and kind person,
but you tend to hold grudges. You are not big
on dishing out forgiveness.
Which kind of candy are you?
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Postatem obscuri lateris nescitis.
"You do not know the power of the Dark
Side." There are two possibilities: you
are a Star Wars geek, or you are unreasoningly
scary.
Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You?
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Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Nobody Loves A Trumpet Player...
That was the excuse a friend of mine in high school used when anyone pointed out the fact that he didn't have a girlfriend.
Or, rather, when he assumed it was being pointed out, because no one I knew was so cruel as to actually say anything of the sort.
Ninety percent of it was just in the reading.
Or, rather, when he assumed it was being pointed out, because no one I knew was so cruel as to actually say anything of the sort.
Ninety percent of it was just in the reading.
Tuesday, April 27, 2004
Scrying
Head held skyward
She intones the sacred rhyme
Silver glinting at her throat
Dagger in hand
The daughter of time
Gazes wellwise
Alert for future echoes
Ripples gifted
From mother to loyal acolyte
Still and quiet
And forgetting her own name
She drinks deeply and
Accepts the burden
Imbibes the water
Which has turned to tears
Swallows them
To make them whole again
(June 2003)
She intones the sacred rhyme
Silver glinting at her throat
Dagger in hand
The daughter of time
Gazes wellwise
Alert for future echoes
Ripples gifted
From mother to loyal acolyte
Still and quiet
And forgetting her own name
She drinks deeply and
Accepts the burden
Imbibes the water
Which has turned to tears
Swallows them
To make them whole again
(June 2003)
Saturday, April 24, 2004
The Arizona Daily Star
The Arizona Daily Star apparently has a smartass for a headline writer. The latest infraction was this little gem: "Vatican Cracks Down On Sinners." The online version just states "Vatican sharply curbs liturgical role of lay people during Mass."
Screw Saturday morning cartoons, call forth the Old Ones instead...
I don't have to be up today, and so, of course, I cannot sleep. Though I suppose I can always ensure that the rest of you don't sleep for quite some time either. Here's some Cthulhu links...
The misadventures of "Hello Cthulhu"
Scooby Doo Cthulhu
Cthulhu Sex Magazine: Blood, Sex and Tentacles
The Callgirl of Cthulhu
Is Osama Bin Laden a Cthulhu cultist?
Emeril vs Cthulhu
Jesus vs Cthulhu
Hymns to Cthulhu
Campus Crusade for Cthulhu
And last, but not least:
the Cthulhu Jack Chick parody and the controversy that it engendered.
Apparently, Jack Chick Publications threatened legal action. Silly me, I thought that parody was protected under U.S. copyright law...
The misadventures of "Hello Cthulhu"
Scooby Doo Cthulhu
Cthulhu Sex Magazine: Blood, Sex and Tentacles
The Callgirl of Cthulhu
Is Osama Bin Laden a Cthulhu cultist?
Emeril vs Cthulhu
Jesus vs Cthulhu
Hymns to Cthulhu
Campus Crusade for Cthulhu
And last, but not least:
the Cthulhu Jack Chick parody and the controversy that it engendered.
Apparently, Jack Chick Publications threatened legal action. Silly me, I thought that parody was protected under U.S. copyright law...
Marseille Tarot Cards of the day
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Reyne d'Epee (Queen of Swords): The essence of air behaving as water, such as a refreshing mist: A person gifted with both keen logic and natural intuition, giving them uncanny powers of perception and insight. One who easily sees past deception and confusion to the heart of a matter, and understands both sides of any argument. The embodiment of calm, forthrightness, and wit, in the face of even the most trying circumstances.
Four of Swords (Truce): A time of tranquility and intellectual repose in the midst of a great struggle. A temporary retreat from stress to regather inner strength, reaffirm convictions, reorganize thoughts, and formulate a new plan. The need for vigilance in a moment of calm. May suggest a withdrawal from the material world to find spiritual guidance.
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Reyne d'Epee (Queen of Swords): The essence of air behaving as water, such as a refreshing mist: A person gifted with both keen logic and natural intuition, giving them uncanny powers of perception and insight. One who easily sees past deception and confusion to the heart of a matter, and understands both sides of any argument. The embodiment of calm, forthrightness, and wit, in the face of even the most trying circumstances.
Four of Swords (Truce): A time of tranquility and intellectual repose in the midst of a great struggle. A temporary retreat from stress to regather inner strength, reaffirm convictions, reorganize thoughts, and formulate a new plan. The need for vigilance in a moment of calm. May suggest a withdrawal from the material world to find spiritual guidance.
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Thursday, April 22, 2004
Adventures in frames, part one...
Check it out, all six blogs in one page! It's like the opening credits for the Brady Bunch!
It's not quite summer and not quite spring...
If you're bored and restless and in need of distraction, I've got new stuff up in my other incarnations. Or if you're weary of the self indulgent verbosity that is Corbid, check out some photoblogs and the ever informative Neil Gaiman (his journal is like "The Daily Show" for webgeeks).
Soon, this too shall pass...
Soon, this too shall pass...
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Renaissance Tarot
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Six of Swords (Science): A daring expedition. An excursion or trip. Courageous act. Show of bravery.
The Empress: Feminine fertility and power. Civilization. Domestic tradition. Family and childrearing. The active, fecund aspect of the anima. The mother and the queen, on earth and in heaven.
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Six of Swords (Science): A daring expedition. An excursion or trip. Courageous act. Show of bravery.
The Empress: Feminine fertility and power. Civilization. Domestic tradition. Family and childrearing. The active, fecund aspect of the anima. The mother and the queen, on earth and in heaven.
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Thing I cooked last Tuesday that was really good
Heated some butter in a dutch oven, threw in about 1/4 lb of frozen shrimp and a dash of Cavendar's Greek Seasoning, added a handful of chopped bell peppers and sauteed everything for about 5 minutes or so, mixed in 1 cup of uncooked rice, cooked for about a minute more, then added 1 cup orange juice, turned the stovetop down to low, and covered the pan. Let it all simmer for 30 minutes. It was very lovely and fragrant and didn't taste at all sweet or anything, like you'd be afraid it might.
Chris who?
Was, embarrassingly enough, watching "Gilmore Girls" on Tuesday night as the remote control was lost. This actor who was in a lot of Whit Stillman movies had a guest role and I couldn't remember his last name. I kept saying, it's Chris...it's Chris...but I couldn't remember his last name. So I went to sleep. And I had one of those weird high school dreams, where people you know from all phases of your life keep popping up and you never actually attend any classes or anything. Anyway, there he was in the hallway and I turned to a friend and said, "Hey, look it's Chris Eigeman!" Because that's who it was. The brain does work in mysterious ways...
Incidentally, there used to be a checkout guy at Trader Joe's who looked just like Chris Eigeman, and I used to get pissed off because he never carded me.
Incidentally, there used to be a checkout guy at Trader Joe's who looked just like Chris Eigeman, and I used to get pissed off because he never carded me.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Temple
When I visited the text gallery, I swear I could smell the pages of old books...
The shrine to the goddess Athena.
The shrine to the goddess Athena.
Monday, April 19, 2004
Sunday, April 18, 2004
Fractal Firebird Tarot
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0 THE FOOL
Choice: Adventure, potential, divine foolishness
XX. JUDGEMENT
Chorus of ourselves singing our sins to the black sun. We are aware of our transgressions and seek inner absolution. To stand and face the dawn of our new convictions in feathered cloaks and hats of resolution. We are transformed. Joy threads our voices as the one lone star of our rebirth shines forth. We are jubilation, we are cleansed, we will go forth and wrestle windmills and prevail. To stand committed, to leave a footprint in the sands of our mortality. It is the deep call of the soul for the stars and for the light.
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0 THE FOOL
Choice: Adventure, potential, divine foolishness
XX. JUDGEMENT
Chorus of ourselves singing our sins to the black sun. We are aware of our transgressions and seek inner absolution. To stand and face the dawn of our new convictions in feathered cloaks and hats of resolution. We are transformed. Joy threads our voices as the one lone star of our rebirth shines forth. We are jubilation, we are cleansed, we will go forth and wrestle windmills and prevail. To stand committed, to leave a footprint in the sands of our mortality. It is the deep call of the soul for the stars and for the light.
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All hail the powers of Souper Salad...
1)It's cheap, so very cheap - all you can eat for $5.49, plus the cost of your beverage.
2)Babies eat free, children 5 to 12 are $.99, and they have child friendly things like fake goldfish crackers and raisins and animal cookies,.
3)The awe inspiring variety of it all: Salad, vegetables , meat, cheese, fruit, pasta salad, potato salad, three different soups a day, baked potato bar, taco bar, nachos, gingerbread, blueberry muffins, strawberry shortcake and soft serve ice cream , I swear to god.
4)They don't complain about the mess when you're done.
5)Did I mention it was all you can eat?
Top it off with a trip to the park and you have an outing fit for a couple of wee princesses...
2)Babies eat free, children 5 to 12 are $.99, and they have child friendly things like fake goldfish crackers and raisins and animal cookies,.
3)The awe inspiring variety of it all: Salad, vegetables , meat, cheese, fruit, pasta salad, potato salad, three different soups a day, baked potato bar, taco bar, nachos, gingerbread, blueberry muffins, strawberry shortcake and soft serve ice cream , I swear to god.
4)They don't complain about the mess when you're done.
5)Did I mention it was all you can eat?
Top it off with a trip to the park and you have an outing fit for a couple of wee princesses...
Random Blog Excercises, Part the First
The Book Game, courtesy of Diaphanus@Webdiva
Grab the nearest book. Open the book to page 23. Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions
Pg. 23, line 5 from "The Sandman: The Kindly Ones" graphic novel, which was literally the nearest book to be grabbed from my computer desk:
"Read me the fortune, will you, Poppet? I want to finish this first. I DO love to hear fortunes."
How fortuitous that what is basically a form of divination would yield a quote regarding divination.
Then again, it did come from my book collection, which is rife with things of that nature, so it's maybe not so very eerie or unlikely at all if you really think about it.
Grab the nearest book. Open the book to page 23. Find the fifth sentence.
Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions
Pg. 23, line 5 from "The Sandman: The Kindly Ones" graphic novel, which was literally the nearest book to be grabbed from my computer desk:
"Read me the fortune, will you, Poppet? I want to finish this first. I DO love to hear fortunes."
How fortuitous that what is basically a form of divination would yield a quote regarding divination.
Then again, it did come from my book collection, which is rife with things of that nature, so it's maybe not so very eerie or unlikely at all if you really think about it.
Things I've learned from Neil Gaiman's blog#863...
You can send a fax from an email address. It's a tad complex, but if you're smart enough to be reading this blog, you're smart enough to figure it out, right? She says most humbly:)
Saturday, April 17, 2004
Ogham Reading of the day
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Ceirt Apple
Beauty and eternity
There are beauty, vigor and, perhaps, love in your life, even though it might be difficult to see them now. Try to focus on the positive, even when it's hard- and still more during the good times! Be careful not to scatter your energies, however; while many options may all be good, sometimes one still must choose between them.
Eadhadh Aspen
Courage and endurance
This is a time of challenge for you. You have the courage and tools you need to get through this time, and to prevail- even if you feel, at times, that you can't. Persevere, and you will succeed- so be sure the goal is worth the winning.
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Ceirt Apple
Beauty and eternity
There are beauty, vigor and, perhaps, love in your life, even though it might be difficult to see them now. Try to focus on the positive, even when it's hard- and still more during the good times! Be careful not to scatter your energies, however; while many options may all be good, sometimes one still must choose between them.
Eadhadh Aspen
Courage and endurance
This is a time of challenge for you. You have the courage and tools you need to get through this time, and to prevail- even if you feel, at times, that you can't. Persevere, and you will succeed- so be sure the goal is worth the winning.
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Thursday, April 15, 2004
From the Voodoo Tarot of New Orleans ...
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Ti Bon Ange (Temperance): Calm and restraint. Self-control, patience and tact in handling situations. The act of applying balanced spiritual and psychic forces to physical life.
Rada Hounsis (Page of Swords): The essence of air behaving as earth, such as a steady wind: The approach of an unexpected challenge, to be met with clear thought and just action. A person filled with an eager appetite for all matters of mind and logic. The gathering of information through unfaltering vigilance, careful examination, and subtle spycraft. The use of reason or eloquent speech to penetrate the veil of confusion and cut to the heart of the matter.
It's all really inkblots, you know. Make of it what you will...
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Ti Bon Ange (Temperance): Calm and restraint. Self-control, patience and tact in handling situations. The act of applying balanced spiritual and psychic forces to physical life.
Rada Hounsis (Page of Swords): The essence of air behaving as earth, such as a steady wind: The approach of an unexpected challenge, to be met with clear thought and just action. A person filled with an eager appetite for all matters of mind and logic. The gathering of information through unfaltering vigilance, careful examination, and subtle spycraft. The use of reason or eloquent speech to penetrate the veil of confusion and cut to the heart of the matter.
It's all really inkblots, you know. Make of it what you will...
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Embarrassing confessions part the first...
When I was eight going on nine, I wanted to be a Muse when I grew up...
Strange Recurring Dream
I have this weird recurring dream about San Diego. Not the real San Diego, but some squished, trucated version that only shows up in my subconscious, San Diego of my dream, like Van Morrison's "Coney Island of The Mind." In my version, the Hotel Del Coronado still has a bridge that goes to it, but it isn't on an island, it is the island, and it's surrounded by a swimming pool like moat full of various Sea World creatures that I (or sometimes my daughter) inevitably interact with (this time it was seals and polar bears, sometimes it's whales...) On the other side of the bridge is basically Downtown Tucson in the transit center area, except with an ocean where the railroad tracks would be and lots of high rise apartments. For some reason, I always get lost in this part of my dream geography. The final component is this weird old dowtown full of shops and cafes and strange little grottos. I always want to spend more itme here and get called away. Sometimes there's an interactive Sea World type place in the dream, with lots of escalators and staircases and water slides. One time all my living internal organs were on display there in an aquarium full of small sharks, abbreviated guts included. I actually saw what they must look like. So I think maybe the Sea Creatures aspect is somehow linked to the state of my bodily health. Maybe the transit center place is my brain and the downtown is my heart and soul. Maybe I'm stretching just a bit. Still, it's just plain weird. Sometimes there is also an airport and soem kind of ominous flight involved, occasionally ending in either a crash or space travel, just depending. Yes I'm an odd bird. Thus is why I keep a dream journal. Duh.
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
Rememberance of marinara sauce past...
Was just reminded at my work today of the Red Devil restaurant in Tempe. I'd totally forgotten it existed. We used to go there with an old boss of my dad and his wife and eat incredible varieties of pasta. I vaguely recall being introduced to Shrimp Diablo at this establishment, but I could wrong. Mostly I remember Cass (the ex-boss's wife) making us clothespin dolls and dressing them up in napkins, and that the walls were wood and there were strikingly red curtains. Some of this blends in with related memories of Old Venice restaurant in San Diego. Yes, my mother had a weakness for small out of the way Italian restaurants whence vacationing, if you'd not yet caught on. Can't think of anymore.
In the meantime, check out my review of Jersey Girl...
In the meantime, check out my review of Jersey Girl...
Jersey Girl
First off, this is not a Kevin Smith movie.
Yes it was written and directed by Kevin Smith, but it it is not a Kevin Smith movie. There are no scatalogical references, no perverse in jokes, even the pseudo intellectual humour is kept to a minimum. If there were more than a couple in jokes, I failed to notice them. It was unambitious and sweet as pie. Clever in bits, but equally maudlin and overwrought in places. There are parts where the mood music was seriously over the top. There were obvious tear jerker moments. But over all I liked it. It was clearly a labor of love. Still, if you're looking for references to Walt Flanagan's dog or the sex organs of superheroes, may I suggest a visit to your local video emporium...
Yes it was written and directed by Kevin Smith, but it it is not a Kevin Smith movie. There are no scatalogical references, no perverse in jokes, even the pseudo intellectual humour is kept to a minimum. If there were more than a couple in jokes, I failed to notice them. It was unambitious and sweet as pie. Clever in bits, but equally maudlin and overwrought in places. There are parts where the mood music was seriously over the top. There were obvious tear jerker moments. But over all I liked it. It was clearly a labor of love. Still, if you're looking for references to Walt Flanagan's dog or the sex organs of superheroes, may I suggest a visit to your local video emporium...
Iced tea at Coffee Xchange
So I was walking out of the movies yesterday, in need of reviving but not wanting to break my emergency $5 bill. This left me with about $1.50 for caffeine procurement. Lo and behold, I find myself in front of a Coffee Xchange stand that offers a medium iced tea for $1.35. Think to myself that it probably won't be great, but certainly is an adequate option. Discover, to my amazed joy possibly the most full service iced tea experience on the planet.
First, you are given a choice of two tea bags from about nine different varieties. The tea is then brewed to your preferred strength and poured directly into a metal shaker of ice. From there the tea is poured back into an ice filled plastic cup, perfectly chilled and beautifully fragrant. The whole process took maybe 5 minutes at most. I very highly recommend it, and left my remaining change in the tip jar as a sign of my undying gratitude.
First, you are given a choice of two tea bags from about nine different varieties. The tea is then brewed to your preferred strength and poured directly into a metal shaker of ice. From there the tea is poured back into an ice filled plastic cup, perfectly chilled and beautifully fragrant. The whole process took maybe 5 minutes at most. I very highly recommend it, and left my remaining change in the tip jar as a sign of my undying gratitude.
Monday, April 12, 2004
Small world...
Eddi Reader apparently worked as arranger on the solo album of wunderkind Scottish fiddler John McCusker, whom I once met after a show when he was 18 and on his first tour with the Battlefield Band. We talked about our both having Claddagh rings (his mother was Irish) and joked around and he gave me his address and phone number in Scotland on a bar napkin. I kept it on my bulletin board in my room for years, but in the end I chickened out and never wrote. He kissed my hand in the rain and said goodbye and I was innocently star struck.
William Blake Tarot Cards of the day
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Innocence: Something fresh and new on the horizon. A tangible risk needs to be faced. Trusting your instincts. A sense of adventure at hand. Confronting unknown factors. Dealing with folly or foolishness. Expect the unexpected.
Ace of Poetry (Inspiration): "I come in Self-annihilation & the grandeur of Inspiration / To cast of Rational Demonstration by Faith in the Saviour / To cast off the rotten rags of Memory by Inspiration / To cast aside from Poetry all that is not Inspiration". The kiss of divine inspiration. Receiving an impetus to creative action. Getting in touch with higher consciousness or Spirit. Experiencing a personal vision of truth, beauty, ecstasy. Discovering sexuality as a metaphor for imaginative experience. Sense of being guided by a higher force. The "Yes!" card. A soulful new beginning. In the creative process: Being in contact with the purest and highest part of your being provides the impetus for fresh expressions in both art and life.
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Innocence: Something fresh and new on the horizon. A tangible risk needs to be faced. Trusting your instincts. A sense of adventure at hand. Confronting unknown factors. Dealing with folly or foolishness. Expect the unexpected.
Ace of Poetry (Inspiration): "I come in Self-annihilation & the grandeur of Inspiration / To cast of Rational Demonstration by Faith in the Saviour / To cast off the rotten rags of Memory by Inspiration / To cast aside from Poetry all that is not Inspiration". The kiss of divine inspiration. Receiving an impetus to creative action. Getting in touch with higher consciousness or Spirit. Experiencing a personal vision of truth, beauty, ecstasy. Discovering sexuality as a metaphor for imaginative experience. Sense of being guided by a higher force. The "Yes!" card. A soulful new beginning. In the creative process: Being in contact with the purest and highest part of your being provides the impetus for fresh expressions in both art and life.
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Sunday, April 11, 2004
Ogham of the day, and is a snipe a real animal?
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The Present:
Birch
A new beginning
You are in the midst of, or about to enter, a new start in the situation. While it is blessed with good luck, do be careful not to be rash or hasty! Expect change as a result, and prepare for it. 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.
Color: White
Animal: Cow
Bird: Pheasant
The Present:
Ash
Linkages
The situation is a part of a wider whole, and your life is a part of a larger pattern. Remember that your actions are a part of a larger pattern, and affect all the others within it- make your decisions with this in mind.
Ash is a tree of great traditional magical significance. Yggdrasil, the World Tree, is an ash, and the ash is the fifth Ogham tree. Ash symbolizes the connection- and movement- between very different places and aspects of reality.
Color: Clear Green
Animal: Snake
Bird: Snipe
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The Present:
Birch
A new beginning
You are in the midst of, or about to enter, a new start in the situation. While it is blessed with good luck, do be careful not to be rash or hasty! Expect change as a result, and prepare for it. 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.
Color: White
Animal: Cow
Bird: Pheasant
The Present:
Ash
Linkages
The situation is a part of a wider whole, and your life is a part of a larger pattern. Remember that your actions are a part of a larger pattern, and affect all the others within it- make your decisions with this in mind.
Ash is a tree of great traditional magical significance. Yggdrasil, the World Tree, is an ash, and the ash is the fifth Ogham tree. Ash symbolizes the connection- and movement- between very different places and aspects of reality.
Color: Clear Green
Animal: Snake
Bird: Snipe
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Two years plus...
...in that place and now it's over. And so a new chapter begins. Or something like that. A heavy sigh of relief. A wave of disjointed nostalgia. A brief identity crisis. Then the wheel turns yet again...or whatever...
Proof that people have been idiots for centuries...
Myth of the Day:The Vegetable Lamb
The tale of the Vegetable Lamb of Tartary comes from the Middle Ages, a traveler's tale from the far east. It's full name was 'Planta Tartarica Barometz' - 'barometz' is the Tartar word for 'lamb'. The fruit of the Vegetable Lamb was cotton, but travelers from Europe knew nothing about cotton in those times. They reasoned that the material was wool - a fabric they did know. The figured that since wool came from sheep, and that the plant was some kind of animal/plant. They thought that the puffs of cotton were tiny sheep attached to the plant by their navel. It is said that the plant bent to let the sheep graze on the grass beneath it, and that when all the grass was gone, the sheep dropped from the plant and ran off, the tree dying.
The myth of the Vegetable Lamb dates back to the 11th century in the Middle and Far East. It is a species of fern. The 'body' of the Vegetable Lamb is the root of the plant.
The tale of the Vegetable Lamb of Tartary comes from the Middle Ages, a traveler's tale from the far east. It's full name was 'Planta Tartarica Barometz' - 'barometz' is the Tartar word for 'lamb'. The fruit of the Vegetable Lamb was cotton, but travelers from Europe knew nothing about cotton in those times. They reasoned that the material was wool - a fabric they did know. The figured that since wool came from sheep, and that the plant was some kind of animal/plant. They thought that the puffs of cotton were tiny sheep attached to the plant by their navel. It is said that the plant bent to let the sheep graze on the grass beneath it, and that when all the grass was gone, the sheep dropped from the plant and ran off, the tree dying.
The myth of the Vegetable Lamb dates back to the 11th century in the Middle and Far East. It is a species of fern. The 'body' of the Vegetable Lamb is the root of the plant.
Dreamt of...
...a watery apocalypse in which mer people took over, some old school punk teenagers and a hotel lobby.
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Ten of Pentacles (Wealth): Completion of material prosperity and riches. Freedom from financial anxiety, the security of home, and the enjoyment of family. The passing of inheritance along to children, or the gaining of inheritance from parents.
Seven of Wands (Valor): Standing courageously for your beliefs in the face of adversity. Fear of failure overcome by the will to succeed. Great obstacles met with heroism and determination. Inner strength brought to bear at a critical moment.
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Ten of Pentacles (Wealth): Completion of material prosperity and riches. Freedom from financial anxiety, the security of home, and the enjoyment of family. The passing of inheritance along to children, or the gaining of inheritance from parents.
Seven of Wands (Valor): Standing courageously for your beliefs in the face of adversity. Fear of failure overcome by the will to succeed. Great obstacles met with heroism and determination. Inner strength brought to bear at a critical moment.
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Saturday, April 10, 2004
Review of the new Burger King Shrimp Salads...
They have hot shrimp in a bag! And cold salad! With cheese and croutons and cucumbers and stuff! Cherry tomatoes! Baby greens! It's genius, I tell you! You can eat the shrimp separately! Or you can put it in the salad! The shrimp is in garlic sauce! It's so good! There's chicken ones too in case you're Lizzie! Hooray for shrimp salads! And chicken salads! And exclamation points!
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
Morning Diatribe
5:30 am on A Thursday morning and I'm up on purpose. It's a thing that defies reason. Interesting typo: I just typed "deifies" reason instead. That's a whole new subject in itself, atheism as the deification of reason? Whatever. But for now I am awake and alone. My babies are sleeping. No one's written me in days, so it's not as though there's any email replying to be caught up on. The news is all evil and depressing. Listening to Air America radio online, which is on the one hand refreshingly liberal, but on the other hand just reitierates how screwed up and hopeless the world is right now. Sigh...
Core Dilemma
And in the end there is no one else,
sweet sixteen
alone in my hospital bed
having impact dreams
watching shadows on the ceiling
and deciding
to never ever be real again.
It was eaisier than I thought.
sweet sixteen
alone in my hospital bed
having impact dreams
watching shadows on the ceiling
and deciding
to never ever be real again.
It was eaisier than I thought.
Review On Working Days instead of nights...
It's in many ways as if I'd just come out of a coma, or been stranded on a desert island for two years. I've missed, for example, pretty much the entire phenomenon of reality television...
The Ancient Snake Goddess of Crete
Minoan Snake Goddess
by Dr Alena Trckova-Flamee, Ph.D.
The Snake Goddess was one of the Minoan divinities associated closely with the snake cult. She is called also Household Goddess due to her attribute of the snake, which is connected with welfare of the Minoan house. But the snake is also symbol of the underworld deity, so the Snake Goddess is related to chthonic aspects too.
The first, who identified this Minoan Goddess and who described her domestic and chthonic role and her cult, was A. Evans. He tried to find parallels in the Egyptian religion and linked the Snake Goddess with an Egyptian Goddess of the Nile Delta, Wazet (Wadjyt). From his point of view the attribute of goddess - snake - was a form of underworld spirit, which had a domestic and a friendly significance. M.P. Nilsson hold a snake as personification of the Snake Goddess and he believed, that her chthonic form is one of the aspects of the Great Mother.
But at the present time there are discussions about the functions of the Snake Goddess. In Crete does not exist a real archaeological evidence for her household role and there is almost no support for the chthonic aspects too. A small offering vessel of the Pre-Palace period in the shape of a female figure with a snake coiled around her body from Koumasa, came to light between some grave goods. But the other ritual figurines of the Snake Goddess were found in the Temple Repositories of the Knossos palace and public sanctuaries in Gurnia, Khania and Gortyn, where she was worshipped. Unknown provenience is the Snake Goddess made from ivory and gold (in the Boston museum) and a small bronze goddess with coil of snakes (in the Berlin museum).
Two famous faience Snake Goddesses from Knossos belong to the New-Palace period (about 1600 BCE). Besides the ritual function, they are among the best examples of the Minoan art with its dominant features - naturalism and grace. They are presented as the ladies of the palace court, dressed in the typical Minoan clothes with a long skirt (flounced, or with an apron) and a tight open bodice. The snakes crawl around the body of one the goddesses and appear in each hand of the other. These statuettes are interpreted sometimes as the goddess and her votary, the mother goddess and her daughter, or the human attendants of goddess, as well as the women personified the goddess.
Totally different ritual objects of the Snake Goddesses came from sanctuaries of the Post-Palace period (1400-1100 BCE). They are made from cheaper material - terracotta - in the position with raised hands, extremely stylized in accordance with the manners of this period. Their symbol - a snake - is often mixed with the other sacred signs: horns of consecration or birds.
Figures of the Snake Goddess and some other cult objects - so called snake tubes and vessels with wholes, decorated by a model of snake - illustrate the worshipping of a Snake Goddess and her cult in Crete during some periods. It seems that this cult came to existence from very early Minoan age, derived from the Egyptian belief system, but there was the strong Near-Eastern influence too. In the Egyptian mythology the snake was a personification of the goddess Kebechet, symbolized the purification by water in the funeral cult, so the snake became a protector of the pharaohs in their death. In the Sumerian and the Old-Babylonian literary tradition the snake was a wise creature and an expert for miraculous herbs of the eternal youth and immortality. A similar idea is contained in the Cretan myth about Glaukos, where the snake knows the herb of rebirth and resurrection.
It is possible, that the worshipping of the Minoan Snake Goddess was in some context to the rebirth, resurrection or renewal of the life. This cult was flourishing mainly in Knossos of the New-palace period and in the Post-Palace public sanctuaries. It is sure, that mainly Knossos' idols, made from faience with a high artistic level, had an important function in the Minoan religion. We have to take into consideration, that the material of the New-Palace Snake Goddesses - faience - symbolized in old Egypt the renewal of life, therefore it was used in the funeral cult and in sanctuaries.
The Post-Palace Snake Goddesses, worshipped in the small public sanctuaries, kept probably a more popular role. These ritual objects were influenced by the Mycenaean culture. Their attribute of the snake had a strong signification in the belief system of all Aegean region at this time. The terracotta models of painted snakes were found in the Cult Center of Mycenae and the motif of snakes appear between the decoration of vessels for funeral cult from the Late Mycenaean cemeteries in the mainland and in the islands Rhodos, Kos and Cyprus.
The symbol and spirit of the Minoan Snake Goddess took in the Greek mythology many different features. The snake had a protective and beneficial role on the shield of Athena, it represented the chthonic power connected with the Goddess of Earth, it was the attribute of Asklepios, probably due to its knowledge about the herb of rebirth, resurrection and eternal youth and generally it was the symbol of superhuman power of the god. But the snake could have a totally negative role too as an originator of the death and an avenger in company with the mythical creatures.
Article created on 19 February 2000; last modified on 22 December 2002.
� 1995-2004 Encyclopedia Mythica. All rights reserved.
by Dr Alena Trckova-Flamee, Ph.D.
The Snake Goddess was one of the Minoan divinities associated closely with the snake cult. She is called also Household Goddess due to her attribute of the snake, which is connected with welfare of the Minoan house. But the snake is also symbol of the underworld deity, so the Snake Goddess is related to chthonic aspects too.
The first, who identified this Minoan Goddess and who described her domestic and chthonic role and her cult, was A. Evans. He tried to find parallels in the Egyptian religion and linked the Snake Goddess with an Egyptian Goddess of the Nile Delta, Wazet (Wadjyt). From his point of view the attribute of goddess - snake - was a form of underworld spirit, which had a domestic and a friendly significance. M.P. Nilsson hold a snake as personification of the Snake Goddess and he believed, that her chthonic form is one of the aspects of the Great Mother.
But at the present time there are discussions about the functions of the Snake Goddess. In Crete does not exist a real archaeological evidence for her household role and there is almost no support for the chthonic aspects too. A small offering vessel of the Pre-Palace period in the shape of a female figure with a snake coiled around her body from Koumasa, came to light between some grave goods. But the other ritual figurines of the Snake Goddess were found in the Temple Repositories of the Knossos palace and public sanctuaries in Gurnia, Khania and Gortyn, where she was worshipped. Unknown provenience is the Snake Goddess made from ivory and gold (in the Boston museum) and a small bronze goddess with coil of snakes (in the Berlin museum).
Two famous faience Snake Goddesses from Knossos belong to the New-Palace period (about 1600 BCE). Besides the ritual function, they are among the best examples of the Minoan art with its dominant features - naturalism and grace. They are presented as the ladies of the palace court, dressed in the typical Minoan clothes with a long skirt (flounced, or with an apron) and a tight open bodice. The snakes crawl around the body of one the goddesses and appear in each hand of the other. These statuettes are interpreted sometimes as the goddess and her votary, the mother goddess and her daughter, or the human attendants of goddess, as well as the women personified the goddess.
Totally different ritual objects of the Snake Goddesses came from sanctuaries of the Post-Palace period (1400-1100 BCE). They are made from cheaper material - terracotta - in the position with raised hands, extremely stylized in accordance with the manners of this period. Their symbol - a snake - is often mixed with the other sacred signs: horns of consecration or birds.
Figures of the Snake Goddess and some other cult objects - so called snake tubes and vessels with wholes, decorated by a model of snake - illustrate the worshipping of a Snake Goddess and her cult in Crete during some periods. It seems that this cult came to existence from very early Minoan age, derived from the Egyptian belief system, but there was the strong Near-Eastern influence too. In the Egyptian mythology the snake was a personification of the goddess Kebechet, symbolized the purification by water in the funeral cult, so the snake became a protector of the pharaohs in their death. In the Sumerian and the Old-Babylonian literary tradition the snake was a wise creature and an expert for miraculous herbs of the eternal youth and immortality. A similar idea is contained in the Cretan myth about Glaukos, where the snake knows the herb of rebirth and resurrection.
It is possible, that the worshipping of the Minoan Snake Goddess was in some context to the rebirth, resurrection or renewal of the life. This cult was flourishing mainly in Knossos of the New-palace period and in the Post-Palace public sanctuaries. It is sure, that mainly Knossos' idols, made from faience with a high artistic level, had an important function in the Minoan religion. We have to take into consideration, that the material of the New-Palace Snake Goddesses - faience - symbolized in old Egypt the renewal of life, therefore it was used in the funeral cult and in sanctuaries.
The Post-Palace Snake Goddesses, worshipped in the small public sanctuaries, kept probably a more popular role. These ritual objects were influenced by the Mycenaean culture. Their attribute of the snake had a strong signification in the belief system of all Aegean region at this time. The terracotta models of painted snakes were found in the Cult Center of Mycenae and the motif of snakes appear between the decoration of vessels for funeral cult from the Late Mycenaean cemeteries in the mainland and in the islands Rhodos, Kos and Cyprus.
The symbol and spirit of the Minoan Snake Goddess took in the Greek mythology many different features. The snake had a protective and beneficial role on the shield of Athena, it represented the chthonic power connected with the Goddess of Earth, it was the attribute of Asklepios, probably due to its knowledge about the herb of rebirth, resurrection and eternal youth and generally it was the symbol of superhuman power of the god. But the snake could have a totally negative role too as an originator of the death and an avenger in company with the mythical creatures.
Article created on 19 February 2000; last modified on 22 December 2002.
� 1995-2004 Encyclopedia Mythica. All rights reserved.
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Nine of Coins (Gain): Accomplishment. Discernment. Discretion. Foresight. Prudence. Material well-being. Love of nature.
Knight of Clubs: A journey. Advancement into the unknown. Alteration. Fight. Absence. Change of residence.
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Nine of Coins (Gain): Accomplishment. Discernment. Discretion. Foresight. Prudence. Material well-being. Love of nature.
Knight of Clubs: A journey. Advancement into the unknown. Alteration. Fight. Absence. Change of residence.
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Aaaaarrrggghhh!!!
Don't you just hate it when you lose all traces of your dream between awakening and going to write it down? I swear I had soemthing cool and then I just drew a complete and total blank. Shite.
Sunday, April 04, 2004
Too much Information
Now that Lizzie's kind of gotten with the program, I secretly wish that Tina would update her blog on occasion as well. But maybe that's just my sense of nostalgia speaking. I just want to be fifteen again, passing notebooks full of pseudo intellectual detritus and cathartic poetry back and forth with my two fellow misfit talented genius girls. I want to go back to a world I can understand, where I'm pretty but fat, and everyone thinks my writing is "so disciplined" and I have a "nice voice" but not as nice as the other two have, and I act well, but am too unattractive to be cast in anything but the "mother" role, and if I gain any male attention at all, I can be confident that it is because of my intellect and my wit, because I am just a smart, chubby girl with dimples and baggy t-shirts and great taste in music and tarot decks my parents keep finding and throwing away for their supposed demonicness, and an obsession with English Romantic poets, and a hopeless crush on my journalism teacher which flatters the man to no end. I was miserable a good deal of the time back then, but it was at least a misery i could understand, and at least I knew who I was back then. I still mistrust people who befriend me too easily. I still suspect they're using me or setting me up for a fall or something. I still think I'm being made fun when I'm told that I'm thin or pretty or have a nice body. Deep down inside, I'm just really a little fat girl who everyone indulges but no one takes seriously. Deep at the core of me I still feel like a joke. I think really all of us are still fifteen on some level.
Now where the hell did all of that just come from? I am suddenly something of a catharsis junkie.
Peace,love and jellybeans, or whatever it was that Lizzie used to say, I forget the exact wording, but whatever...
Corbid
Now where the hell did all of that just come from? I am suddenly something of a catharsis junkie.
Peace,love and jellybeans, or whatever it was that Lizzie used to say, I forget the exact wording, but whatever...
Corbid
"Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing in an empty room." - Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
I recall laughing in an empty room once.
I was sixteen and in the hospital, laying in my private room in the pediatrics ward, praying aloud when I realized, "Ha!" I realized I was talking to the ceiling. And it struck me as ridiculous. And I laughed and laughed and laughed. And that was the moment I gave up believing in god. Because it suddenly struck me as ridiculous to believe in this invisible faith reliant being that bestowed good and horribleness in such an apparently arbitrary fashion. A being for which the answer to every paradox was simply "you have to take it on faith." And everyone would tell me that I was so lucky to be alive, that I had been spared "by the grace of god." Or they'd tell me how they'd prayed for me, like they should get some sort of credit for that. Like "thank you for so obviously saving my life by praying for me. If you hadn't prayed for me. god would've just let me die, but since he holds you in such high regard, he spared me just as a favor to you..." And it always baffled me that god was supposedly responsible for survivals and remarkable near misses and miraculous recoveries, but never gets any credit for the accidents or tragedies themselves. Either he's just a sick,sick bastard or else he sure goes awol alot. Does bad shit happen because god was on his coffee break or something? Or better yet, does it fall in the category of "trials" and "crosses to bear?" Like humanity is a big science experiment, a big glass antfarm with god there reflecting sunlight through magnifying glasses at us to see if we'll burst into flames or not. What kind of sick, demented bastard would invent a deity of that sort? I for one prefer to take stock in theories of random chaos. Random Chaos is a lot more forgiving. All hail the Church of Laughing Out Loud In Empty Rooms. And yes, I realize you're supposed to spell the word "god" with a capital G.
In a twisted state of mind,
Corbid
I was sixteen and in the hospital, laying in my private room in the pediatrics ward, praying aloud when I realized, "Ha!" I realized I was talking to the ceiling. And it struck me as ridiculous. And I laughed and laughed and laughed. And that was the moment I gave up believing in god. Because it suddenly struck me as ridiculous to believe in this invisible faith reliant being that bestowed good and horribleness in such an apparently arbitrary fashion. A being for which the answer to every paradox was simply "you have to take it on faith." And everyone would tell me that I was so lucky to be alive, that I had been spared "by the grace of god." Or they'd tell me how they'd prayed for me, like they should get some sort of credit for that. Like "thank you for so obviously saving my life by praying for me. If you hadn't prayed for me. god would've just let me die, but since he holds you in such high regard, he spared me just as a favor to you..." And it always baffled me that god was supposedly responsible for survivals and remarkable near misses and miraculous recoveries, but never gets any credit for the accidents or tragedies themselves. Either he's just a sick,sick bastard or else he sure goes awol alot. Does bad shit happen because god was on his coffee break or something? Or better yet, does it fall in the category of "trials" and "crosses to bear?" Like humanity is a big science experiment, a big glass antfarm with god there reflecting sunlight through magnifying glasses at us to see if we'll burst into flames or not. What kind of sick, demented bastard would invent a deity of that sort? I for one prefer to take stock in theories of random chaos. Random Chaos is a lot more forgiving. All hail the Church of Laughing Out Loud In Empty Rooms. And yes, I realize you're supposed to spell the word "god" with a capital G.
In a twisted state of mind,
Corbid
Friday, April 02, 2004
Hmmm....
My child is a computer genius. But I don't understand why she put up a "Sisyphus rolling a rock up a hill" animation as my desktop background. Is she saying something about me?
Thursday, April 01, 2004
strangeness indeed...
Dreamt that Kurt Cobain was alive and well and had a blog and was currently reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman and listening to Townes Van Zandt on the sly, and that he knew me well enough to write me raw, painful, cathartic emails.
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Hagalaz is the rune of hail. Hail is a destructive and elemental force, so one can expect this rune to represent the disruption of one's life. In the harsh northern winter there is a halt to activity, and so delay or hindrance is frequently associated with this rune. The opposite of chaos is yet more chaos, as illustrated by the fact that this rune cannot be reversed.
Ehwaz is representative of the eight-legged horse ridden by the god Odin. As such, this is the rune of controlled movement and travel, including the pursuit of an objective or station in life. Since some older sources show Odin not as a man riding a horse but as a centaur-like being, this rune can also represent the union of man and nature, or the fusion of two entities in perfect harmony. As this rune is reversed, this could bode poorly for travel or for the vehicle involved. In the more spiritual sense, this rune could represent difficulties in self-improvement or other attempts at advancement. Finally, it may represent a splitting of two or the inability of two to act as one.
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Hagalaz is the rune of hail. Hail is a destructive and elemental force, so one can expect this rune to represent the disruption of one's life. In the harsh northern winter there is a halt to activity, and so delay or hindrance is frequently associated with this rune. The opposite of chaos is yet more chaos, as illustrated by the fact that this rune cannot be reversed.
Ehwaz is representative of the eight-legged horse ridden by the god Odin. As such, this is the rune of controlled movement and travel, including the pursuit of an objective or station in life. Since some older sources show Odin not as a man riding a horse but as a centaur-like being, this rune can also represent the union of man and nature, or the fusion of two entities in perfect harmony. As this rune is reversed, this could bode poorly for travel or for the vehicle involved. In the more spiritual sense, this rune could represent difficulties in self-improvement or other attempts at advancement. Finally, it may represent a splitting of two or the inability of two to act as one.
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Three views of the goddess Iris...
Iris, goddess of private eyes, watches. Always watches.
Once she was mercurial, a rainbow, mother of love, the bridge between the crude worlds and words of earthly things and the elevated world of spirituality. Now she's a lone heroine, and goddess of lone heroines and heroes. Now she's a bridge between the desire to know the truth, and the truth we don't want to know. Now she watches, unblinking....Iris was the winged goddess of the rainbow and the messenger of the Olympian gods. She was depicted as a young woman with golden wings and a herald's rod and/or a pitcher in her hand...
In Greek mythology, Iris was the daughter of Thaumas and the Ocean nymph Electra (according to Hesiod), the personification of the rainbow and messenger of the gods. As the rainbow unites Earth and heaven, Iris is the messenger of the gods to men; in this capacity she is mentioned frequently in the Iliad, but never in the Odyssey, where Hermes takes her place. Iris is represented as a youthful virgin, with wings of gold, who hurries with the swiftness of the wind from one end of the world to the other, into the depths of the sea and the underworld. She is especially the messenger of Zeus and Hera, and is associated with Hermes, whose caduceus or staff she often holds. By command of Zeus she carries in an ewer water from the Styx, with which she puts to sleep all who perjure themselves. Her attributes are the caduceus and a vase.
Once she was mercurial, a rainbow, mother of love, the bridge between the crude worlds and words of earthly things and the elevated world of spirituality. Now she's a lone heroine, and goddess of lone heroines and heroes. Now she's a bridge between the desire to know the truth, and the truth we don't want to know. Now she watches, unblinking....Iris was the winged goddess of the rainbow and the messenger of the Olympian gods. She was depicted as a young woman with golden wings and a herald's rod and/or a pitcher in her hand...
In Greek mythology, Iris was the daughter of Thaumas and the Ocean nymph Electra (according to Hesiod), the personification of the rainbow and messenger of the gods. As the rainbow unites Earth and heaven, Iris is the messenger of the gods to men; in this capacity she is mentioned frequently in the Iliad, but never in the Odyssey, where Hermes takes her place. Iris is represented as a youthful virgin, with wings of gold, who hurries with the swiftness of the wind from one end of the world to the other, into the depths of the sea and the underworld. She is especially the messenger of Zeus and Hera, and is associated with Hermes, whose caduceus or staff she often holds. By command of Zeus she carries in an ewer water from the Styx, with which she puts to sleep all who perjure themselves. Her attributes are the caduceus and a vase.
I cooked...
I actually had a chance to cook real food for dinner that wasn't from a jar or a package for the first time in probably weeks (unless you count omelets, I am famous for my omelets...) tonight. Seared a london broil in butter in a pan on the stovetop, then sauteed some stir fry vegetables, then braised the whole thing in Killian's Irish Red, which I can't stand to drink but very much enjoy as a food seasoning, which is lucky as it was the only thing remptely alcoholic left in the fridge and the whole thing would not have worked quite as well if I'd used something like, say, soy sauce or apple cider vinegar. Made baked potatoes stuffed with cheese for the side. The whole thing was very Applebees special of the month, but not bad for an improvisation. Certainly a step up from totino's party pizzas, anyway.
In other news, the new job situation is becoming more and more of a reality. It's very strange to think that I'll be leaving my job of two years for good soon. Working overnights is not just a job, it's kind of a lifestyle choice. It's going to be a very strange transition indeed. Yeah, the place was a bit of a pit, but it was my pit at least. In a sick way I think I'm sort of going to miss it a little. Plus the people there I'd worked with for a million years. It's like graduating high school or something. But time marches on and there is good to come from all of this. Still, I'm just a little sad to leave. Not the job, just the familiarity of it all. And working days instead of nights. I don't even know what that's like anymore. It's all so surreal to me. Whatever, that all seems so stupid. It's just a job, anyway. One service job is the same as the next, right? Until I get back to school, work is not a method of fulfillment, it's just a means to an end. Dear god, do I need to get back to school. I keep saying it, but I never do it. Oh well, maybe next time, right?
Corbid
In other news, the new job situation is becoming more and more of a reality. It's very strange to think that I'll be leaving my job of two years for good soon. Working overnights is not just a job, it's kind of a lifestyle choice. It's going to be a very strange transition indeed. Yeah, the place was a bit of a pit, but it was my pit at least. In a sick way I think I'm sort of going to miss it a little. Plus the people there I'd worked with for a million years. It's like graduating high school or something. But time marches on and there is good to come from all of this. Still, I'm just a little sad to leave. Not the job, just the familiarity of it all. And working days instead of nights. I don't even know what that's like anymore. It's all so surreal to me. Whatever, that all seems so stupid. It's just a job, anyway. One service job is the same as the next, right? Until I get back to school, work is not a method of fulfillment, it's just a means to an end. Dear god, do I need to get back to school. I keep saying it, but I never do it. Oh well, maybe next time, right?
Corbid
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