Month: January 2009

  • Happy Imbolc

    February Eve is the start of the festival of Brigit. Though the spring equinox on March 21st is accepted by most as the first day of Spring, Imbolc or Oimelc is the first day of Spring in the farmer’s year, marking the first stirring of seeds in the ground. Farmers test the soil to see if it is thawed enough for the first plowings and snowdrops spring up in the spots where Brighid was been. Oimelc, Imbolc, Imbolg, or Imbulc is derived from oi, “sheep,” and melc or melg, “milk,’ hence oi-melg, “ewe-milk,” for this is the time the sheep’s milk comes. Imbolc honors Brigit, the three-fold goddess of fire, poetry, and healing. Unable to destroy the reverence of the Irish for this goddess, the Church was forced to invent a saint, St. Brigit, to steal her fire (forgive the pun). She is the patron saint of cattle and dairy farming. In France, especially Brittany, she became St. Blaize, patron of healers and protector during harsh winters.

    Brigantia is the day of Bride or Brigit, the Celtic Goddess in her young woman aspect. Each year, at the first glimmer of dawn, the Cailleach is transformed into the fair young Goddess Bride. She travels throughout the countryside on the Eve of her festival, bestowing her blessings upon humanity. Just as the Cailleach carries a white Druid Wand or slachdan made of birch, willow, bramble or broom, so too does Brigid. This wand controls the weather but whereas the Cailleach’s rod brings storms and harsh weather, Brighid’s brings warm winds and new life.

    Perhaps one of the most important aspects of this festival is the lighting of candles or torches at midnight, and at her shrine in Kildare, a sacred flame burnt continuously, even after the site was turned into a nunnery. The flame continued to burn until the thirteenth century when it was extinguished by order of the local Bishop. It is said that the Mother Superior of the nunnery at Kildare hid a coal from the fire in a hollow rosary and it is from this coal that the fire was relit in Kildare and the US in 1996. According to The Book of Dunn Cow, Brighid’s sacred number was nineteen, representing the nineteen year cycle of the moon. This is the time it takes from one new moon to the next to coincide with a specific date. In the Celtic Great Year, the new moon must coincide with the Winter Solstice. It was believed that on the twentieth day of each cycle Brighid herself would tend the flame.

    Brigid is patroness of cattle and dairy work. Her love of animals is remembered by giving some special, tasty food to the cows and horses. She is also associated with the dandelion which is called the plant of Bride. According to legend, the milky juice of the dandelion is supposed to nurture young lambs in spring. Birds were also one of her animals, and they had great affection for her. In County Armagh, linnets are occasionally referred to as Brigid’s Birds, and if the lark sings on Brigid’s Day, it is an omen of a good spring. Brighid’s sacred bird was the Oystercatcher, giolla Bride (Irish – Brighid’s servant) or Brideun (Scots Gaelic – Brighid’s bird) which was said to guide people who were under her protection. Like the Groundhog in America, Brigit’s white serpent is said to come up from the mound in which it hibernates, and its behavior determines the length of the remaining period of frost.

    There are various ways of indicating that Brigit’s visit to the house and farmyard is welcome. A common token is the placing of a cake or pieces of bread and butter on the windowsill outside along with a sheaf of corn as refreshment for her white cow which accompanies her on her rounds. On the Isle of Man, her festival is called La’al Breeshey. A bundle of green rushes is gathered by each family. Standing with them in hand on the threshold of the door, Bridget is invited to come in and lodge with them for the night, saying “Bridget, Bridget, come to my house, come to my house tonight. Open the door for Bridget, and let Bridget come in.” (In the Manx language: “Brede, Brede, tar gys my thie tar dyn thie ayms noght. Foshil ee yn dorrys da Brede, as thig do Brede e heet staigh.” Afterward, the rushes are strewn on the floor by a carpet or bed for Brigit.

    During her journeys, Brigit will touch the brat (a ribbon, a piece of linen or other cloth, a sash, scarf or handkerchief, or any garment) and endow it with healing powers. This token may be placed on the windowsill during the night, or it might be left on the doorstep, be hung up, or be thrown on a low roof. In Munster, it is often tied to the door latch so that she touches it when entering the house. Once blessed by virtue of her touch, the brat kept its virtue forever, and many believe that the older it is, the more potent it becomes. This charm is kept as a remedy against headache, but it will also keep the wearer safe from harm. Men often put out a belt, a tie or a pair of braces to gain this protection. This token also gives omens for the future. Its length is carefully measured and marked down, and when it is brought in again next morning it is again carefully measured against the marks. If its length increases during the night, this is a sign of long life, plentiful returns from crops and cattle, and freedom from accident, illness and misfortune.

    Another feature of Brigid’s Eve is the Brideog or Breedhoge in which groups of young people travel from house to house carrying her symbol. They prepare an image of her from corn straw or a butter churn. The foundation of the figure might be a broom or a churn-dash, or some sticks fastened together. The whole corn dolly is padded and dressed, and the head and face might be mask or a piece of white cloth which has been suitably painted or colored or even a carved turnip. The effigy is supposed to come alive with the spirit of Brigit during the night, and offerings of food and drink are left out overnight for her as she journeys through the land, bestowing her blessing on the people and on their livestock. Food collected this way was blessed by Brigit and used in the communal feast. Sometimes the effigy is a well-dressed doll borrowed from a little girl, often re-dressed or decorated for the occasion, or a chosen girl, dressed wholly or partly in white, stood in for the goddess. Going from door to door, they would beg for alms for “poor Biddy.” Giving to Brigit was thought to bring good luck (especially with harvest), and the money and food collected went back to the community through the Church or the families of the children. If a doll or effigy was not used, then the most modest and beautiful girl of a particular area was chosen to represent her. She would wear a crown of rushes, Cor’in Bhrigid (Brigid’s Crown), a shield on her left arm, Sciath Bhrighid (Brigid’s Shield), and hold a cross in her right hand (Brigid’s Cross). With a group of young girls, she was go from house to house on Brigid’s Eve or Brigid’s Morning.

    A hoop of straw or rope about eight to ten feet long with four Brigit’s crosses tied to it, called the Crios Bride or Brigit’s Girdle, was carried from home to home. Men would step through it and women would lower it over their heads and step through it three times for protection from illness, especially ‘pains in the bones’, in the coming year. In a few places in West County Galway, there are stories of passing cattle through the crios Bride.The most usual type of cross was once the diamond or lozenge of straw, a universal feminine emblem. The next most popular type is made by doubling rushes over each other to form an overlapping-cross or “firewheel.” This is the kind found most often these days. A subtype of this, with three legs instead of four, exists in several parts of Northern of Ireland. It is considered the older form and may represent Brigid in her triple goddess form. Brigid’s cross it is protective against fire and lightning.

    Brigit’s crosses are hung from straw in houses and barns to ward off lightning and fire, as well as illness and epidemics. The scrap left from making the crosses was not thrown away. In parts of Donegal, Tyrone, and Antrim, it was neatly arranged on the floor near the hearth, sometimes covered with a white cloth, to form Brigid’s bed for when she visited the house. Women might make a corn dolly from sheaves of corn or oats and place it in the bed to represent Brigit. In the Hebrides, the dolly was placed in a large basket with a wooden club by it. The lady and servants would cry out three times, “Briid is come, Briid is welcome” just before going to bed. In the morning, they looked among the ashes, expecting to see the impression of Briid’s club there. If they do, they augur a good crop and prosperous year. The straw from the bed was believed to have curative powers, and strands were preserved and tied about an aching head or a sore limb at night. In some houses, rushlights were made from the residue and lit in her honor. Others put a wisp under the mattress or pillow to ward off disease. In parts of Donegal, the fishermen wore a little ribbon from the residual rushes or straw and carried it when at sea for protection.

    A white cloth left out over night to collect dew is called Brighid’s Cloak. The dew is thought to have healing properties. Another tradition of Brigid’s Day tells that hoar-frost, gathered from the grass in the morning is an infallible cure for headache. Many people brought water from a sacred well and sprinkled it on the house and its occupants, the farm buildings, livestock and fields, to invoke her blessing. This was also a time for augury, especially by fire.

    Colors: White, elemental colors- red, blue, and green, the gold and yellow of flame are also appropriate.

    Decorations: bundle three ears of corn or grain to symbolize the triple Goddess and hang on the door, candles, Sun wheels/Brigid’s Crosses, Corn dollies, ribbons and swags of fabric.

    Foods: Anything round like cakes and golden such as pancakes and crepes, whole grains, milk and other dairy items. Other options are spicy foods-to bring some warmth into this cold February day. Seeds represent growth. Fion Sm’ar, Blackberry Wine, is drunk to Brigid’s health and to promote fertility. Sowans (“fermented” oat porridge), apple-cake, fruitcakes, dumplings and colcannon are favorite foods of the holiday. Every farmer’s wife in Ireland makes a cake called Bairin-breac. Neighbors are invited, and the evening concludes with mirth and festivity. Butter always forms part of the meal and fresh butter is usually churned on the same day. The more prosperous farmers gives presents of butter and buttermilk to poor neighbors.

    Activities: Make candles, sing, making a Brighid’s Cross, corn dollies and Brighid beds, burn the greenery from Yule to banish Winter and usher in Spring, leave an offering of milk, some buttered bread or some cake for the fairies and/or Brighid. This is a great time to begin Spring-cleaning and purify your home. Cleaning the hearth and laying a fresh fire is also done at this time. Clean and consecrate your magickal tools and work areas as well as your home. Imbolc/Candlemas is also a day for women to spend time together. Mothers plan a day of activities with your daughters.



    January 31st


    February Eve is the start of the festival of Imbolc or Brigantia. Brigit travels throughout the countryside on the Eve of her festival, bestowing her blessings upon humanity.




    The Valkyries and the Norns are honored today. The Feast of Soldag is held to commemorate the appearance of the sun at the end of January in northern Climes.




    This is a feast day of Hecate, lunar goddess of crossroads, witches, and the underworld. Statues of her were erected at crossroads where offerings were made to her at this time and during monthly Hecate’s Suppers sacrificed on the Full Moon. These suppers consisted of dogs, eggs, honey, milk, and black ewes.




  • WCFQ 33b: I am the Archaeopteryx

    If you had been a dinosaur,
    which one would you have been and why?

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    I believe if I had to be a dinosaur, I would want to be an Archaeopteryx. Why? Well it is pretty…. but more than that, it’s consider the first step between reptiles and birds. I often think of myself as some kind of intermediate species. That humanity is in the process of becoming… something else and people like me are like the Archaeopteryx, not quite what humanity will be, but different enough from others that it’s noticeable. I may just be deluding myself of course, but it makes me feel better about being a freak, so I would be proud to be an Archaeopteryx and proud if, in a hundred or so years, people would look back to this era and say that this is when people started changing for the better. It’s a harmless conceit.





    January 30th


    The Altar of Peace, Ara Pacis, is a monument dedicated on January 9, 30 BCE by the Senate. This event is commemorated with the Festival of Peace, held in honor of the Roman goddess Pax. Pax and Irene, both meaning “Peace,” became common names in the Roman world, and Pax was imprinted on coins.


    In 1948, Mahatma Gandhi was assassinated in New Delhi.


    Livia was born on the 30th of January 58 BCE. In 39 B.C.E., she married Octavian Augustus and was deified in the reign of Claudius Julia Augusta.




  • WCFQ 33c: It’s a sick world, in’t it.

    In places all over the world,
    books are being banned by people
    saying that the books are bad
    in one way or another.
    What gives them the right to tell you
    what is good or bad for you?
    Are they just locking up knowledge?
    What do you think about censorship
    of literary works?

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    First of all, let me say I’m a Pagan and a bibliophile. In my extensive book collection, I have many religious texts… the Bhagavad Gita, the Bible, The Qur’an, Popul Vuh, The Hermetica, and many others. I have books of religious philosophy and ethics. I have books of divination, magic, conjuring, and even necromancy. I have books of history, mythology, and mysticism. I have books that contradict each other and ideas that are banned by one or another group sharing the same shelves.

    To my mind, there is no justification for the banning of any book. You can choose not to read something, and that is entirely on you, but no one can tell you not to read it. They don’t have the right. The problem with book banning is that 1) it assumes that if the ideas in the book get out, people will adopt them as a truth to live by, and 2) it makes people more interested in them.

    As an example, people have not managed to banish erotica yet, and I don’t see everyone living a completely immoral lifestyle. Some people refer to Romance novels as softcore porn. Does that mean millions of unsatisfied housewives have S&M dungeons in their basements? Unlikely. But if erotica and romance was banned…. well, that’s not the kind of speculation I usually do. I don’t read erotica or romance novels, nor would I even if they were banned. They’re not a subject that interests me despite how well they sell to other demographics.

    People who talk of banning books assume that other people have no self control. That what they read, they will eventually practice. I’ve had books on necromancy for years, but I’ve never once unearthed a rotting corpse for fun and profit. (Yes, necromancy is quite profitable from an information standpoint and actually safer than summoning demons.) Actually, the next time you pull out the Ouija board, you are performing a kind of necromancy. Now you know. Shame on you. Don’t let the Pope find out. I think it’s still against papal law.

    The people who want to ban books are the same people who say tv and video game violence causes people to commit violent crimes. People who want to ban books and violence in media should be watched. It’s a proven fact that the more you harp on a subject, the more interest you have in it. People who criticize others are often targeting a flaw they have themselves. So basically, people who want various books to be banned are afraid of their own lack of self control. They are afraid that other people are just as low down and dirty on the inside as they know themselves to be.

    Kind of scary, isn’t it? Now you know… it’s not the creepy neighbor who comes out into the light of day only to retrieve mysterious packages in the plain brown wrappers you have to look out for (probably the latest violent video game… I know what you were thinking, pervert); it’s the “normal” neighbor across the way who goes walking down the street every Sunday, shouting scripture and waking everyone up at 7 in the morning (this used to happen when I lived in the city). Because it’s the Bible thumper who’d be quick to pick up a stone for the weekly stoning of the heretics if Bible law was given precedence over secular law.

    History is written by the winners, no religion has the direct pipeline to the truth, and fiction is entertainment at best and cathartic at worst (or should that be the other way around?). Banning books is truly the most unproductive plan of attack. Once it’s published, someone will gain access to it and it will spread, especially if it’s banned. If people were really serious about the “ill” that books they disagree with caused, they’d be out there trying to write their own books to counter the spread of such “immoral” ideas. But that would require way too much work. In the end, people only want to ban books because they are afraid that others will do what they only daydream about doing.

    The best rebuttal I have for people who want to ban books has been expressed in bumpersticker form, and I quote:


    Evolve, Dammit!





    January 29th
    No entries for today.


  • My 100 list

    I’ve seen a few people do this, figured I’d give it a shot. I haven’t seen anyone explain the rules, but I guess it’s all supposed to be random stuff about me, right?
    So….

    1. When I was really little, my mother says I would fall asleep at breakfast. She’d turn around and find me face first in my scrambled eggs. I have never been a morning person it seems. 2. Someday a library is going to profit by my death as I’ve made it clear when I die that all of my books are to be donated to the smallest library my family can find. 3. I’ll listen to just about any kind of music you can name and I probably own a little bit of everything. I always thought my collection was pretty extensive until I started working at Borders. My coworkers have turned me onto all kinds of new music since then. Right now, my favorite musician is Voltaire. I can’t even describe the kind of music he creates… mock Goth maybe? 4. I have my own space pirate fleet called Those Pesky Scholars. We kick ass in a nerdly way. 5. I take after my great grandmother on my father’s side. I look like her. I even have a weight problem like her. She died when I was eleven. Every summer we would spend a couple weeks at her home, but I don’t know who she was. I mean, I spent time with her and we did stuff together, but I don’t know her history or who she was as a person really. It annoys me because everyone on my father’s side of the family, including my father, are dead and I have no one to ask. 6. When I am trying to sleep, I often hear whispering in my room. So I have a sound machine that I crank to cover it up. In fact, I have two because my mom bought me a new one this past holiday and I play them both. I have no idea if the whispering is ghosts or my empathy making the leap to telepathy, but what I can make out rarely makes any sense. It’s mostly just annoying. 7. I’m addicted to the internet. I log on everyday, sometimes twice. If not for the internet, I’d have no social life whatsoever. 8. When we were young, my sister and I would fill a garbage can with water and wander the neighborhood for ingredients (weeds) to add to our “cauldron” to make our potions. 9. I am not a girly girl, but I still like frilly pretty things. I just don’t like pink. 10. I’m allergic to chocolate, but it’s my favorite flavor. It’s a good thing I’m not deathly allergic to chocolate…. 11. One of my favorite snacks is peanut butter on a spoon. 12. I really do want to be a superhero and if it would have been feasible, I would have quit my job to be part of Stan Lee’s Superhero show. 13. I have a lot of superstitions, but fear of Friday the 13th isn’t one of them. 14. I’ve woken after a restless night’s sleep to find the closet door open and come to the realization that I don’t sleep well if I forget to close it. 15. When I was a teenager, I wanted to be a vampire. I would drain the beef blood from the dinner plate after dinner, salt it, and drink it right down. Now I’m a vegetarian. Go figure. My eye teeth are quite sharp though. 16. I’m an asexual, but I would so totally date Abe Sapien. 17. I hate the Matrix movies, but I love the idea of it. (I’m just not big on Keanu Reeves.) 18. I was once sitting on a porch all alone and a hawk flew down and landed on the fence right next to me. I could have reached out and touched him. He sat there and looked at me for several minutes before flying off. 19. I’ve never been kissed or been on a date. 20. According to my IQ, I’m technically gifted, but none of the schools I ever went to could be bothered to have gifted programs. So I spent all my time in the library and gave myself an education. I think my family should be reimbursed all those wasted school taxes. 21. College was a waste of time and money, but I’d go back if I had either just because I’m a big nerd. 22. I think most scary movies are funny. 23. I hate movies that make animals into monsters (Jaws, Anaconda, etc.). You shouldn’t fault an animal for doing what animals naturally do, prey on weaker animals. All these movies do is make people paranoid. 24. When I was fourteen, there was a nest of garter snakes under my father’s horse shed. I caught them all and put them in a barrel, but then I couldn’t think what to do with them, so I let them all go again. 25. I once chipped an arrowhead out of rock, and then I found one a short time after. I still have them both, but I have no idea which is which. 26. I was a Native American in a past life, but I made my arrowhead years before I recalled that past life. My name was Angry Sparrow. I was hanged for horse rustling; I was innocent. 27. When I write, it’s the closest thing to “lust” I’ve ever felt. I have word lust. It makes me feel full and hungry at the same time. I am a glutton for the written word. 28. When I was small, if I was fully engrossed in coloring or being creative in some way, I would always have the tip of my tongue sticking out. My mom would make fun of me for it. I don’t do that any more. 29. Unlike Superman, I have to wear my glasses in order to see. In my quest to be a superhero, I’ve considered breaking an old pair of glasses just to incorporate the lenses in a mask. 30. I tell myself stories to get to sleep. They’re nothing I’d ever write down, but I’ve done it for years. 31. I love the howling of the wind in the night and rain on the roof. I love being in the wind and letting it play with my hair. When I was little, I loved going out in a storm with no shoes on and splashing in the puddles but my mother said I would get hit by lightning and made me come in. Sometimes I’d like to go out and play in the puddles even now. 32. When I’m at work, if I don’t get to read on my break, I am very irritable when I come back. 33. I really don’t like Aretha Franklin’s singing. I don’t care if she’s the best singer of the century or whatever. My coworker calls her Urethra Franklin. lol 34. I used to love Night Court, but my favorite “characters” were guest appearances by Mel Torme and Yakov Smirnoff, the only two characters that played themselves. 35. I’ve been a Pagan since I was eleven, so 23 years now. I try to be open minded about all religions, but people who became witches because of Charmed, the Craft, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Practical Magic are like fingernails on chalkboard to me. 36. I like medieval ballads and sea shanties. 37. Despite the fact that I have hundreds (close to a thousand) books, I’ve only ever made the error of getting duplicate books twice. 38. When I was little, I would pretend to be a dolphin when I was swimming in the public pool. 39. I don’t plan on being reincarnated the next time around. 40. I used to think everyone was telepathic/empathic and that they were just ignoring me for some reason. 41. Sometimes I think about walking off into the woods and not coming back. 42. I hate driving and would really rather own a horse, but unfortunately, you can’t ride a horse to work. 43. I wish I wasn’t allergic to cats because I really adore them. 44. I’m running out of things to say. 45. I put people on a pedestal and when they disappoint me (as people are wont to do) I cut them off completely. I know it’s not their fault that I have unrealistic expectations for them, but at the same time, I hold myself to high standards and I think if I care for someone, they should have high standards for themselves too. 46. The worst thing about being a vegetarian is the gas. Or maybe that’s just a personal problem… 47. I refused to dissect any animals in high school and accepted the B in biology though I could have had an A if I had agreed to cut up the lab animals. My argument was that everything was in a book, and I could just as easily memorize the parts of the animals from the book as I could by cutting open a cadaver. It really ticked me off though when they dissected a live worm and insisted it felt no pain when from its squirming, it was obvious that it did. 48. When I was 17, I told my mother I was going to try to get to the faery Otherworld and I spent several hours in her doorway on Midsummer’s Eve waiting for midnight. It didn’t work. 49. When I was thirteen, I woke up in the middle of the night and there was a shadowy robed figure standing next to my bed. It freaked me the heck out, but I figured my best defense was to pretend I didn’t see anything. I rolled over and shortly fell back to sleep. I haven’t seen anything since. I sometimes wonder if I should have gotten up instead and asked it what it wanted. 50. I wish I could dye my hair green, but no unnatural hair colors are allowed at work. My argument is that two-thirds of the world is green, so green is the most natural color in the world. 51. My spirit animals are the raven, the jaguar, the dolphin, the turtle, the snake, the spider, and the hawk. I have been a jaguar and a dolphin in a past life. 52. When I was younger, I identified more with the Greek pantheon, specifically with Apollo, Athena, and Hermes. Now that I’m older, I identify more with the Egyptian and the Norse Pantheons, specifically with Thoth and Ma’at, Loki, Tyr, and Vidar. My personal deities are invariably gods of truth, justice, or trickery. I am an enigma. 53. Sometimes I think my life is a game that I’ve grown bored with, and I can’t tell who’s also playing or who might just be part of the game. 54. I’m a terrible procrastinator. 55. I like looking up at the night sky and wondering who might be up there. I wish some aliens would come talk to me and tell me if it’s all worth it or is humanity a waste of space. 56. I like communicating with people over the internet more than I like communicating with people in person. 57. When my sister and I would visit our great grandmother when we were little, we didn’t have a night light. I would stare into the darkness and imagine I saw static like you see when the cable is out and images. It makes me wonder if I had stronger psychic ability when I was little than I do now. 58. I really don’t like being human. I feel like I should be more. Humanity disappoints me. 59. I think I was H P Lovecraft in a past life but I only have vague memories of dying of a stomach ailment and my love of cheese to go on. 60. I worry sometimes that I might have cancer. Not any specific kind of cancer or in any specific place, but just that I have it and it’s growing and I won’t know until it’s too late. I worry that my back pain is cancer, or my irregular menstrual cycle is cancer, or my headaches are cancer. I worry that my mother’s smoking has given me cancer. Stroke and heart disease run in my family but I worry about cancer exclusively. 61. I’m more afraid of living than dying. 62. I love animals. They’re a lot more honest than people and I respect that. 63. I like to cook for people but if they begin to expect it, I feel like they only like me for my good cooking. I also resent it when some (well meaning) old lady says, “You’ll make someone a good wife some day” as if that’s all a woman’s good for. 64. Sometimes I wish I could I could live in the worlds I write about. 65. I don’t love my job any more. 66. I believe dolphins, parrots, ravens, apes, and elephants are at least as intelligent as human children and should be treated with the kindness and patience due a small human child. 67. I have been told that I was born ahead of my time, and I’ve been told I belong in eras long past. I honestly can’t figure out which is correct. 68. I have ten past lives, plus one. The plus one is a weird memory I have that could be Atlantis or could be a colony on another world. 69. My father told me my great aunt was a druidess, but he was a pathological liar so I don’t know if he was a trustworthy source of information. 70. Though I don’t hold as much respect for the office as I did when I was a child, I would still like to be president some day. Though I don’t hold out much hope that the American public is ready for a female, pacifist, vegetarian, Pagan, socialist president. Maybe if I left out the socialist part. 71. Now that Obama is president, I’m glad I didn’t leave the country. 72. If the government promised to “go green” by 2012, I’d give them half of every paycheck. 73. If everyone decided to leave the planet tomorrow to look for a new home in the stars, I’d stay here and try to clean up our mess. I hope others would too. 74. I had a dream when I was in high school that gave me hope for the future despite its dark forecast. I won’t go into detail, but I’m less worried about the planet than you might automatically assume from my general tone. Everything will be alright, with or without us. 75. I am not afraid of any bugs and will take spiders, wasps, bees, etc outside with nothing more than a tissue or piece of paper. Centipedes give me the creeping heebie jeebies though. 76. I think it’s unfair that with as much as I love nature, I still have airborne allergies. On the other hand, that might be due to the fact that air pollution increases respiratory sensitivity. So in a way, I am atoning for my species’ misdeeds through my suffering. It’s still unfair that I can’t have a cat or go outside in the summer though. Mother Nature should make the corporate big wigs responsible for most of the pollution more allergy sensitive, not me. 77. There’s not enough time in the day for me to indulge all of my interests. I don’t know how the geniuses of the renaissance did it, not that I think I’m a genius, but you catch my drift. 78. We used to play hide and seek in the dark with the neighborhood kids. So long as I could find a tree, I could never be found. I just had to stand perfectly still. Once I hid “behind” a tree that was no thicker than my wrist. No one found me. 79. I don’t like loud noises. I don’t like trains or yelling or children crying. It makes me want to find a hole and climb into it. I’m more than a little agoraphobic. 80. More than anything, I want someone to take care of me. I don’t want to be responsible for my finances or my needs. I want to read and write and that’s about it. Basically I want to be a child again. 81. Languages fascinate me, but I don’t have a talent for them. I collect symbols and alphabets, but beyond a few phrases in German, French, and Spanish, I’m hopeless. 82. I belong to seven libraries. 83. I once went to a little hole in the wall gallery to ask if they would show my paintings. The woman asked if I had a name, and I said, just the one I was born with. Needless to say, they did not agree to show my paintings. I haven’t really painted since. 84. When I was three or four, I declared a day penny day because I found about 10 cents in pennies all over the house. I wish I was so easily amused as an adult. 85. Once when I was visiting my great grandmother (I must have been about four) some of our cousins from Ireland came to visit. They were all very tall as people on my father’s side of the family are (he was actually a “runt” at 6’1″). One of the women had a huge beehive hairdo that was a foot taller yet. I sat on the floor and cried. I don’t remember anything else from their visit or any of the other people except for this woman and her beehive hairdo. I don’t know why I cried. 86. I think my hair and my hands are my best features. Sometimes people compliment my eyes, but since I need glasses I don’t really include them. I used to think my feet were pretty nice, but after 34 years in shoes, they’re starting to look a little worn. Least I don’t have nail fungus. (I know, thanks for sharing, right? lol) 87. For several years when I was a kid, I believed in “grabbies” which were the deformed children of the boogie man and bloody Mary. If you let your hands or feet outside of your covers, they would come in the dark to snatch them away to replace their own misshapen limbs. I had a similar belief about letting your feet dangle in public restrooms, namely that “something” would come and snatch them underneath the door. I have no idea how these beliefs got started and I don’t recall when I stopped believing this would happen. 88. I think psychiatrists and their ilk are nosey buggers. I think the half of them only practice so they can see how messed up you are. It makes them feel better about themselves or something. I don’t know. When I was a kid, the school made my sister and I go to a therapist for our “problems.” She never did give me any insights into my psyche. Just asked questions and listened to me talk about how awful school was. 89. My great grandmother on my mother’s side was legally blind for pretty much my entire life. I sometimes worry that I will go blind too, even though her blindness was the result of a botched surgery. I don’t think I could live like that though. 90. Hey look at that… and I didn’t think I could even get to fifty. 91. I once didn’t talk for a month and nobody noticed. It really depressed me and showed me how much I was “worth” to the people around me. It’s one of the reasons I won’t stand for being taken for granted. 92. I sometimes miss red meat, but I’ll never go back to eating it. 93. If I do reincarnate after this lifetime, I’d like to come back as a tree. I don’t want to be a consumer any more. I’d rather be a provider. 94. I hate the ghost hunter shows that have proliferated the television stations. Every house I’ve ever lived in has been haunted, right down to the trailer my mom brought me home to when I was born. You don’t see me belly aching about it or calling in an exorcist. Those shows are such sensationalist trash. It’s like daytime talk shows mutated into Jerry Springer hunting Dracula. I hate the dramatizations, and I root for the “demons” that inhabit the houses and “force” the families to call the paranormal investigators for help. It never surprises me when the “demons” come back after the exorcism/smudging is done because the priests usually admit to not believing in demons or God and if the smudging is done the way it is dramatized then they’re not doing it right. Bleh. 95. When I was a kid, I really liked math. I thought I was pretty good at it. Then in fifth grade I had a teacher who suggested I retake her class the next semester even though I had an A. I thought, okay, well she’s the teacher; she should know what she’s talking about. So I retook her class but then I was behind for algebra and my self-esteem never really recovered. I don’t like math so much any more, and I’ll never forgive that teacher for her bad advice. I think she probably put that on everyone’s report. 96. I like the idea that humanity was originally an alien colony, but I don’t put much stock in it. Even though it kind of makes sense. 97. I make obscure jokes that no one gets. I have a very dry sense of humor and people often don’t even realize I’m joking. Sometimes I say something completely outrageous and people just look at me slackjawed as if they think I’m serious. 98. If time traveling monkeys from alpha centauri left the galactic center 5 billion years ago to seed the earth with African violets… where’s my blue banana. 99. I commend you for getting this far. Please ignore the previous entry. 100. I’d rather never leave the house again, but since I’m allergic to cats and who ever heard of a crazy book lady, I guess I’ll have to continue to be gainfully employed.





    January 28th

    No entries for today.




  • WCFQ 33a: Switch off the TV and switch on your mind

    What would your superhero name be? and why?
    boldntrue


    Don’t make me throw the book at you! would be my battle cry if I were a superhero because my name would be The Bibliophile (which actually is my name in certain circles). As many know, I am a cornucopia of useless information (just one more super power I provide free of charge). Emblazoned on my long sleeved tunic of dark green crushed velvet, trimmed in matching crinoline, would be a yellow satin lowercase “i” within a silhouetted human head. You might think this would stand for information, but actually it would stand for injustice, illiteracy, and ignorance, this things I would fight by encouraging people to read. I would also wear a dark canvas cloak lined with more dark green crushed velvet (into which I could recede to appear more mysterious and foreboding). People would whisper as I passed… it is the Bibliophile! Quick, find something to read or she’ll assign you a seven page report on the fall of ancient Kush (extra credit for every page over the minimum!).

    I suppose my secret identity would not be so secret since everyone knows I collect books like they’re going out of style (which they are in some circles).  And those who know me would surmise that my “kryptonite” is romance novels. Gak! Hurk! Which makes my grandmother my nemesis since it’s all she reads. lol Equally deadly though is the esoteric text that no one but myself and maybe a college professor would find at all engrossing. What? The store’s being robbed? Um… just let me finish this paragraph, er um… you know what, it’s just a page and a half to the end of the chapter, m’K?

    Yes, it’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it. I’d spearhead community outreach programs designed to get kids interested in reading, get funding for libraries, and help adult literacy. I’d be the bane of tv networks across the globe… who needs a tv when a book can entertain you for hours more and for a lot less money (better acting to be had by the characters too). I’d also fight book bannings, but that’s a whole different WCFQ.





    January 27th


    The Sementivae Feria, feast of sowing, is a Roman holy day. Janus is called upon first, then sacrifices are made to Tellus, the earth, and Ceres, goddess of agriculture. All the minor deities who presided over the operations of farming are invoked: Vervactor, the god of breaking up fallow land; Reparator, of renewing its powers; Obarator, of ploughing; Occator, of harrowing; Imporcitor, of drawing furrows; Insitor, of grafting; Sarritor, of hoeing; Subruncinator, of weeding; Messor, of harvesting; Convector, of gathering in; Conditor, of storing up; Promitor, of bringing out for use. At the end, the farmers add to their prayers, sive deo, sive deoe “any unknown god, male or female.”





  • Writers Choice Featured Questions Week 33

    five questions for this week

    unfeatured questions stolen from the featured question chatboard, dated from October of 2007

    What would your superhero name be? and why?
    boldntrue

    If you had been a dinosaur, which one would you have been and why?
    My_blog_for_2009

    In your opinion, what is your own biggest weakness?
    curtainsopen

    In places all over the world books are being banned by people saying that the books are bad in one way or another. What gives them the right to tell you what is good or bad for you? Are they just locking up knowledge? What do you think about censorship of literary works?
    i_heart_concussions

    Would the people who founded America be proud or ashamed of the choices we’ve made and the state of our country?
    life_story_forever


    Answer any one or all of these questions in the coming week. I try to mix the whimsical with the serious here, so hopefully there is at least one question here for everyone.





    January 26th


    The Chinese New Year begins tonight.




  • Tattoo chapter 5, page 3


    Tattoo

    the webnovel so far…

    Chapter 1: Blood is Thicker
    Chapter 1.1 in which Glory is not mindful of the store
    Chapter 1.2 in which Glory is made to do something she would really rather not
    Chapter 1.3 in which Glory thinks she might be sick
    Chapter 1.4 in which Aaron makes a mistake
    Chapter 1.5 in which Glory is made to see the error of her ways
    Chapter 1.6 in which the circle remains unbroken

    Chapter 2: A Farewell to Arms
    Chapter 2.1 in which Aaron makes another mistake
    Chapter 2.2 in which Glory reflects on her path
    Chapter 2.3 in which we learn Aaron is not really a nice boy
    Chapter 2.4 in which Glory speculates on the holiness of salt
    Chapter 2.5 in which Glory learns of the necessity for upper body strength, but makes do with  what she has
    Chapter 2.6 in which Aaron tries to make amends, but is still pretty much an ass

    Chapter 3: Small Sacrifices
    Chapter 3.1 in which Glory is spat on, twice
    Chapter 3.2 in which a cop is threatened
    Chapter 3.3 in which someone is crying
    Chapter 3.4  in which there’s more to the moon than meets the eye
    Chapter 3.5  in which Glory comes face to face with an loony environmentalist
    Chapter 3.6 in which Glory gets turned around
    Chapter 3.7 in which Glory is threatened

    Chapter 4: The Shape of Things to Come
    Chapter 4.1 in which a doctor makes his rounds
    Chapter 4.2 in which Glory is asked some awkward questions
    Chapter 4.3 in which Glory adopts a pet
    Chapter 4.4
    in which Glory gets a surprise, but decides she should not have been surprised at all
    Chapter 4.5 in which Glory explains why there are no debts where duty is concerned
    Chapter 4.6 in which a shapeshifter is an enemy to no man
    Chapter 4.7 in which Glory defends Toby’s right to make a phone call
    Chapter 4.8 in which the nose knows
    Chapter 4.9 in which good pizza is wasted on a possum
    Chapter 4.10 in which the ruse is discovered and much blood is shed
    Chapter 4.11
    in which names are dropped and there is much frustration

    Chapter 5: Of Mice and Men and Other Things
    Chapter 5.1 in which money can’t buy happiness
    Chapter 5.2 in which Glory makes herself at home
    Chapter 5.3 in which Glory indulges her passion





    January 25th


    Old Disting is the feast of the Disir, the Norse guardian goddesses. A major festival was held to honor all the Aesir at the temple in Uppsala, Sweden.




    If it should thunder on St.Paul’s Day, great winds follow.

    According to folk tradition, a nice day today meant nice weather all year. Snow or rain brought a bad year for crops. Clouds or mists meant a bad year for animals, and thunder was a forerunner of windy days.




  • Fun times at work

    OK… not really.

    So last night, there was a guy who came in with a whole pile of calendars he wanted to return. The calendars were recently marked down to $4, which he obviously knew because as the end of the transaction neared, he goes, “Can I buy those back for $4?”

    I said, “Well you can, but it’s very dishonest.”

    “What do you mean it’s dishonest?” he says with a sneer. Then after a few seconds of me basically ignoring him as I rang other customers through the line, he grumbles, “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

    Okaaaaay. I wasn’t. It was all I could do not to laugh at him. I should be ashamed?? I think not. He was the one returning a mountain of calendars and then rebuying them at $4, basically stiffing the store for the difference. I’m all for customer service. If a customer comes in a day after missing a sale and wants a price adjustment, fine. But what this guy did was intrinsically dishonest, and he knew it. It was always his intent to rebuy the calendars at $4. Asking if he could was just a formality. What were we going to do, tell him no?

    Well, as he continued to berate me for my honesty (and his lack of ethics), he says in a tone that implies he’s doing us a favor, “Fine then, I will buy them,” as if that were ever in question. Then he says, “You should apologize to me.”

    Nope. Not going to do it. They can fire me, but if I had apologized,
    1) it would have come out sopping in sarcasm
    2) I would be validating his view that he was entitled, and he wasn’t
    3) allowing bad customers to get away with crap like this is why people who work in retail begin to hate their jobs after a while. Because you know, customer service is going to crawl up his butt to make him happy, and I’m wrong to be honest about this form of theft. I should just bend over and drop my pants, right?

    He asked for my name, and I told him quite clearly and loudly my name and my position with the store. I told him, when I was done ringing up customers, I would get him the customer service number if he would go to the information desk. Apparently, he couldn’t wait for me to get done with the line and was stalking all around the info desk looking for someone to give him the customer service number. So when I went over I ignored him, went right over, took out a piece of paper, wrote down my name and underlined it and then wrote the customer service number in big numbers so there’d be no mistake. I underlined by name, and I gave it to him.

    He demanded to talk to a manager and I said, “There is no manager here right now. I’m the supervisor on duty.”

    Then as he was leaving, he said, “I spend thousands of dollars here every year.”

    Really? Do you? Because honest to gods, I’ve never seen you here before and your money oriented litany is something every problem customer like you says to try and get under a retail worker’s skin. I just said, “uh huh,” in a tone that made it quite clear what I thought of that statement.

    “I hope you like your life,” he announced as he was leaving.

    Thinly veiled threat? Yeah… apparently he’s gunning for my job. Whatever. I don’t care any more. The company is all about cutting costs and saving money and then bozos like this guy come in and steal by “working the system.” Fire me for telling him I knew what he was doing. I couldn’t care less.

    So the other day, we had a meeting and our boss reiterated that our 401K will remain and that we’re welcome to put money in, but the company won’t be matching. It’s been like that for a year already. She also said that this year there is a freeze on raises all the way up the line to corporate. That doesn’t impress me. Even if the president of Borders and his cronies don’t get a raise, I’m betting there will be bonuses for them. The cost of benefits will also be going up… great. And she also said that, aside from bestsellers and the BOGO (buy1, get1) sale there will be no more in store discounts starting Tuesday. So I’ve been unstickering stuff like mad.

    I really do think that our store will be closing within the year. We consistently don’t make plan and they’re trying to cut corners across the board. Then we have fools like the customer last night who basically feel they’re entitled. The only thing I’m sorry about is that I couldn’t tell him what I really thought of him. I said enough just telling him his actions where dishonest, and then he had the nerve to ask me what was dishonest about them. Well, I could have told him, but if he needed such a simple ethical dilemma explained to him, then obviously he wouldn’t understand my answer.

    So maybe when I go in today, I’ll be fired. I’ll miss my coworkers, but frankly, I won’t miss the job or the idiots who are gouging us right out of business.

    What do you think? Was I right or wrong? I mean, yeah it was pretty stupid to blurt that out, but was he being unethical or was I being too discerning? I’d be the first to admit I have a very strong moral and ethical imperative and that people often disappoint me, but I think he knew he was wrong and that my honesty just pi$$ed him off because he knew I knew it was always his intent to rip us off.





    January 24th


    The Cornish Tinner’s and Seafarer’s Day is an old Labor Day celebrating a new season of sailing and mining.




    The 10th day of Pamenot is the Day of the Coming of Thoth.




    The Fair of Alasitas, a Bolivian holiday, is held in honor of Ekeko, the Andean dwarf god of fecundity, joy, abundance and prosperity. It is depicted as a dumpy and smiling personage, loaded down with a variety of products. Bolivians buy little trinkets representing their desires for the coming year. A shaman often blesses the trinkets with incense, flower petals and rubbing alcohol, but natives will also visit Our Lady of La Paz for the blessings of the Roman Catholic priests as well.




    The Alpha-Carinids meteor shower begins now and ends on February ninth. It is a little known southern hemisphere shower. The best viewing occurs on January thirty-first.




  • WCFQ 32d: Nothing can stop the Underdog


    Are you the type of person who roots
    for the underdog in a competition? Why?
    BadnarikChick


    Why, yes, yes I am. Aside from the fact that when the underdog wins, there’s a bigger euphoric payload, usually the underdog is acknowledged as the favorite of the fringe dwellers, the one who stands up for the “little guy,” the one who can set things right, if s/he gains a position of power.

    I identify with the underdog because I often feel like I am the underdog in my life. I support the underdog because I often don’t feel empowered to stand up for myself. If the underdog is willing to do that for me, then s/he gets as much support as I can give.

    After reading about The Superhero Registry in a News of the Weird article, I went looking for more info. I found this article and the Superhero registry website.

    Though obviously the news articles made fun of the heroes, I still think this is SUPER AWESOME!

    Underdogs unite!




    January 23rd


    One Tooth Rhee Day is a Korean feast day honoring the mythical inventor of the odd custom of having bureaucrats wear four hats to give contradictory orders to workers.




    Braciaca Dydd, the Day of Braciaca, begins at sundown and continues until January 24th.




    The Theta-Centaurids meteor shower is a little known southern hemisphere shower, beginning on the twenty-third and ending March twelfth. The best viewing occurs on February first.




    The Day of Hathor occurs on the 9th day of Pamenot.



  • What the heck is stalking me?

    Did you ever have one of those days where you’re minding your own business and you see something move out of the corner of your eye? And you turn your head and look, and there is nothing freakin’ there! That’s happened about a half dozen times today, and I am done. I’m going to go to bed and hopefully will not see anything moving around in my peripheral vision in my dreams. I mean, once is pretty normal… a dust mote, a bug… but after like the third time you start thinking WTF is stalking me?

    I henna’d my hair today, so at least I feel a bit productive. I got the powdered stuff and mixed it with a cup of coffee and a cup of chamomile tea and two tablespoons of vinegar. All my whites are gone, so I can pass for 24 instead of 34 again. lol Aside from the white hairs being gone, you could hardly tell that I did anything to my hair. Between the coffee and the chamomile, I think I got it to look very natural. And well, the directions called for one cup of boiling liquid, but I used two between the coffee and chamomile because I have a lot of hair. Maybe that’s the deciding factor for how natural it looks.

    Anyway, goodnight. Hopefully tomorrow I will not be stalked by speedy albino spiders or wandering winged dust bunnies or whatever I’ve been seeing.





    January 22nd


    St. Vincent is a one of a number of Christianized forms of Apollo. St. Vincent’s day is important to the wine industry as he is considered the Patron Saint of wine growers. According to grape lore, if the weather is good on this day, the crops will be good this year. It is said:

    If the weather is fine,
    you’ll enjoy the wine!

    and

    If that the sun his beams display,
    Be sure to mark his transient beam,
    Which through the window sheds a gleam;
    For ’tis a token bright and clear,
    Of prosperous weather all the year.



    This is the birthday of Sir Francis Bacon (1561-1526).


    The Day of making way for Khnum occurs on the 8th day of Pamenot in the Egyptian calendar.