erynn: Gaelic merman image (Misogyny)
I attempted galettes today. I need to actually sift the buckwheat flour, because the stuff I have has the little bits of husk in it from when it was ground, and it is slightly annoying in the finished galette. I also need some practice getting them thinner and flipping them so they don't break apart. They tasted pretty good, though.

I've finished the basic digging through books that I'd planned for my healing deities presentation. I have five pages of notes, plus the text of one poem that I do plan on using as part of the presentation. I have 32 named figures and half a dozen or more unnamed ones who are mentioned as doing something that heals themselves or another person, or who are invoked as a part of a healing procedure or ritual. It's been quite interesting. Tomorrow, when I'm not dealing with Brianna's moving stuff in, I'll be working on an outline.

I'm ranting a bit here, but it's not that long. )
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Wilde Sin)
I was walking home from the Safeway tonight when some dickwad came zipping into the parking lot of the apartments next to mine. He came up behind me while it was raining, so I didn't even hear him approach, and came within about 18 inches of me without even slowing down as I was walking across the driveway entrance. I was too stunned to do anything but gape as he just kept right on going. I have no idea if he even saw me, but I was under a fucking streetlight and on the sidewalk. Needless to say, I'm a little peeved, but okay.

That said, I set up my altar for a small Foundation Day ritual for Antinous.

Foundation Day altar

Earlier today I also posted the text with some source notes for my Samhain ritual up on the Searching for Imbas blog.

I had a headache today, so I didn't go down to the AFK as I'd hoped. It was easier to stay home for the evening. Next Tuesday will be the first Tuesday social at Picadilly Circus over in Snohomish and I do intend to make that one.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (d'oh!)
I had been fairly certain Monday was my VA appointment but my calendar said Tuesday. I was up until about 6:30am and was too fried to wake up before 3. When I got up I called and canceled ehr appointment. I have no idea if I'd missed it or if it really was supposed to be today.

I went back to [livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor's place in the evening and finished putting her dresser together then headed home again. Sent out invites for my private Samhain. I also wrote and tried to send my email declaring my leavetaking from the schmooze but, thanks to the vaguaries of yahoogroups, my email didn't go through before I dropped my group memberships. The email bounced. I've asked GIS to forward it for me, given the kerfuffle. It would be awfully awkward to have to join the group and wait to be reapproved just to send an email saying I'm leaving.

Anyway, that'll be done and it is a huge load off my mind. I may be going ove to the AFK tonight if I have any energy at all, and I need to email M from GIS's band as he expressed an interest in going this week. That, though, is a matter for when I finally get some sleep, which I am not doing right now.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (d'oh!)
I got a callback from Comcast today, before noon, so it went to my voicemail. When I called them, I got a young guy who tried to walk me through the same shit as before, as though no other tech had ever thought of them previously and I was possibly too stupid to have followed directions if they had. He said he would have someone else call me back tomorrow before I leave the house, or later this week, but not on Thursday, given I'm away then. Next time I speak with anyone I'm demanding a supervisor and telling them to just cut my bill by the amount I'm paying to AT&T and call it done. It's a pain, but there doesn't seem to be fuckall they can do about it.

This evening I went with [livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor and [livejournal.com profile] ingvisson to a small Beltaine celebration out in Arlington. It rained copiously, but we dashed between the bonfires anyway. It was a pleasant evening, given that I wasn't feeling all that well. Today has been a very down day (hormones, we hates them we does my preciousss), but I had fun anyway. When I got home, I made dolmas for dinner. It was 12:30 by the time I got them into the oven, but they were done with already mostly-cooked rice and lamb, so I only had to have them in the oven for half an hour. They were very tasty, though. Most of them are now sitting in the fridge for later.

Tomorrow I'm heading over to Nicole's class for 3:30, then to the AFK for the steampunk social. I'm not even going to try to think beyond that right now.

[livejournal.com profile] ingvisson accidentally caffienated the DoDC+3 (he left a tea mug on the floor where he was sitting when he got up and didn't think about picking it up before the dog got into it) and the beast was slightly overstimulated. He's currently in his crate, gnawing a bone and contemplating life. I'm hoping he'll be mellower in a few minutes when I head for bed.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Illya "Missed it by this much")
I called the VA today, hoping to get some answers. Once again, the phone rang until the operator picked it up again. The second time he sent it through, it was eventually picked up. I asked to talk to the travel coordinator but I'd been given to the travel desk, and the guy there (whose voice I recognized) said that he was the travel coordinator. Lying through his teeth, obviously. He asked for my last name and when I told him, he asked me three times if it was my LAST name.

Yes, fuck you very much. I do happen to know my own last name.

After a ludicrous amount of unnecessary explanation, I was told I had to go and have a means test done (I've done them before, thank you) and that I also apparently need a waiver so that they don't take out the $6 a visit co-pay. I will go in early tomorrow, fill out the forms, and get a god damned waiver in writing so that I can wave it at them every time they try to take money out. And I am going to find out how to get every penny back that they owe me for all those co-pays that they've taken out since I started going to the travel office to get compensation.

Anyway, severely annoying.

I discovered by watching my downloads of files over the past couple of days that I have an average download speed of under 25 kbps. UNDER 25 kbps. This is less than dialup. It's also ludicrous. Of course, AT&T doesn't guarantee fuckall. Comcast appears to (of course) have a monopoly on non-wireless in Everett. I'm still looking for alternatives, but have no idea if I'm going to find anything. As you might guess, I pretty much hate everything right now.

I did go to Irish class, where we covered basic counting from 0-10 (which I already knew, but hey, I got chocolate out of it), then I went up to [livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor's place, where Patrick worked on my neck and shoulders for about an hour. He worked on her as well, then I drove him downtown to his office (he's a night security supervisor).

While I was waiting for Irish class, I hung out at Kaladi Brothers and had some tea and tried to find the original Brigid's Well on Google Maps and Google Earth. I found the road sign for the one the church had constructed in the 1950s, but the original is off the Google Maps grid. Google Earth doesn't register anything for either of them, though there are photos of Brigid's Well tagged on either side of the road where the newer well is located, both of which are from the new well. Everything I can find says the two of them are very close together, pretty much just across the street and down from one another, but I can't find a fix on the earlier one at all. The notes saying where it is online are nearly useless, not really giving any idea of the actual area where one might find it. (Everything says "it's across the street from the carpark for the Irish National Stud Farm and the Japanese Gardens. Apparently "across the street" actually means down a road across from the car park and then down another road. Technically speaking, yeah, it's across the street, but it's not on the same road at all.) There must be somebody somewhere with a GPS location on it. *grr*

I am ranty and grumpy and generally not fit company for human beings. I do hope that changes by tomorrow or some poor VA clerk is going to get an earful.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (d'oh!)
I'm still feeling like absolute crap. [livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor came up so that I could actually run the errand I needed to for tomorrow's craft day, but I'm not sure I'm even going to be able to get down there. She can take the stuff with her if need be, so that's not a crisis, it's just hideously annoying. I'm hoping I'll be okay by Sunday, because I want to go to the Shinto shrine for Setsubun (soybean tossing) and our Imbolc is Sunday evening.

My computer (a 2008-ish MacBook) seems to be starting with the erratic behavior one expects of a computer soon to go splah. The bluetooth trackpad I'm using sometimes responds to a right click but not a left click, and refuses to activate anything on the dock, which it should do on a rollover. It's doing everything it's supposed to when connected to [livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor's beast, so I'm thinking this is a computer issue, not a trackpad issue. I did a PRAM reset and that didn't do jack as far as the trackpad was concerned. I'm probably going to leave my computer running now, to make sure that everything works like it's supposed to, until I get back from PCon, because I can't afford $1,200 for a new computer right now. (Yes, I do actually want to get another Mac, thanks.)

As to the military fucking up, Madigan Army Hospital is in the news yet again. A couple of docs have been suspended for interfering with PTSD diagnoses. Story below the cut. )
erynn: Gaelic merman image (writy pooped)
I called in to cancel for my yoga group today. I was too tired and achy to even move until after 1:30 this afternoon and didn't leave the house for more than taking the DoDC+3 out until sometime after 9:30pm, when I walked down to the store to pick up salt so I could make the Moroccan salted limes before they went bad on me. Limes are now sliced, spiced, and salted, and I will spend the next few weeks shaking them a couple of times a day until they're cured and can be tossed in the fridge for the nonce.

Some writing did get done, once I was conscious enough. I'm at about 31,400 words at the moment and may try starting another section before I go to bed, but I'm not sure. Tomorrow is my spirituality group at the VA.

The receptionist at the women's clinic called this afternoon and left a message for me asking if I didn't want to change my upcoming appointment (12/17) to 12/27 so I could see my new doctor instead of someone else. I spoke to her yesterday when I made the appointment initially and explained why I could not hold the appointment until that late in the month. Contrary to popular belief, I actually do know why I made the appointment the way I did. Thankfully, she can't actually cancel or move the appointment for me unless I call and tell her to do so, so I'll just ignore the call.

And now, I am going to make something foodlike. I do not yet know exactly what. There will be mastication.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Mercurius from Harmonia Macrocosmica)
The Call for Presentations went out from the EBC last week, which I posted here. I've previously noted the sometimes disturbing lack of women presenters at the conference and, in accordance with suggestions over the years from [livejournal.com profile] brandywilliams, have decided that I'll propose a session.

I talked a little bit with [livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor about it, as we met for a while at Travelers after my VA appointment today. The spirituality group is back up and running and it was wonderful to see my friends there again. We have two new chaplain interns along with Wendy, the psychologist who coordinates the group. I'm excited to be involved with it again. Sadly, I thought the group was at 2 rather than 3, so I was there over an hour early. I am dumb.

Jeff came into Travelers for a while as well, before his yoga class, and he sat and talked with the two of us. He's interested in presenting something to the schmooze on Celtic coinage. I'm figuring that discussing iconography on coins would be pretty cool, particularly if it was aimed at dealing with use of coin iconography in exploring how the various Celtic peoples viewed their deities.

I ran my idea for the EBC past them, and they thought it would be an interesting one. I've considered for several years that it might be cool to present on ogam. Since the focus of the conference is on books and magical traditions related to them (primarily, though not exclusively), I thought I could do a presentation tentatively titled "Ogam: From Medieval Manuscripts to Modern Magicians," dealing with things like the use of ogam as cryptography and mnemonic device, and abbreviations and ogam glyphs in the manuscripts as an inspiration for sigilization, then examine the practices of several modern writers and magicians, like Ian Corrigan, myself, and a few others, who are using ogam as a part of a magical practice as well as a spiritual one.

Someone over in [livejournal.com profile] cr_r a while back asked about an ogam book published through Lulu.com. The description of the book included stuff about the qabala and the I Ching, which made me raise an eyebrow or two. I've been calling the qabala the Procrustean bed of occultism since the late 80s and haven't really changed my opinion on that, but the author also talks about ogam and sigil magic, so if I'm going to be talking about modern approaches to ogam and sigil magic, it sort of behooves me to actually read the text of someone else who's doing that kind of work. I can decide after reading it whether or not the material is worth addressing. Thankfully, there's a Veterans Day coupon code, and the book is already somewhat discounted, so I can get it fairly inexpensively. The author is also someone that [livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor met while she was in Ireland, and she has some notes from him that she said I could look at. Still, notes versus an over-500 page book is a substantial difference in terms of being able to see what he's actually on about.

I need to look over the call for presentations and determine what I need to do for this, then do a more firm outline. I don't have to really worry about doing the bulk of the work until after PantheaCon, given that EBC isn't until autumn of next year, but I do need to pull together enough material to do the proposal and a rough outline so I'll know where to go with it when I get home from California next February. I also have to decide whether I'll speak from an outline or write a paper. I'm obviously going to have to work up a PowerPoint presentation to go with the presentation so that people can see what I'm talking about for several of the points I need to make.

I haven't heard back regarding the volunteer gig tomorrow, so I'm assuming that they're not interested in anyone showing up after 10am. Their loss. I have better things to do with my time than try to be somewhere at that hour, thereby guaranteeing my next three days are going to be nearly unlivable. I realize that a lot of people think of 10am as not only no problem, but as sleeping in, but when you have insomnia and sleep disturbance issues, 10am means I might have gotten two hours of more-or-less uninterrupted sleep, even if I went to bed at 10pm (which is usually ungodly early for me anyway). If I try to be anywhere by that hour, I'm guaranteeing that I'm going to be pretty much non-functional for the day, and it will take me a couple of days to get through it to the point where I can sort of function again.

This is why I am very insistent that I not be scheduled for morning sessions at conferences and why I refuse to make any sort of appointment, medical or otherwise, before noon if I can possibly avoid it. I hate the fact that I am in pain and can't focus if I am up too early, and that I can't just have a cup of tea and be fine, like most people. I can't really even just go home afterwards and go to bed, because it's almost impossible for me to sleep in the afternoon. I often feel worse after an afternoon nap that I would if I just stayed awake until my "normal" bedtime of somewhere between 2am and 5am. Bedtime means I go and lie down, not that I go to sleep.

And on that note, it's probably time I try to retire for the night.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (gir explode)
I woke up today with a migraine, though that's eased up now. I'm doing much better and think I will probably be fine for my talk to the class tomorrow. I did dishes and some laundry and am still pretty tired, but I suspect that's as much migraine hangover as anything else. Unfortunately, by the time I was feeling well enough to do anything, I was just not going to make it to the party.

I want to plug a couple of friends here. First, it's [livejournal.com profile] lupabitch's birthday, and she says this is how you can make her birthday awesome! Lots of pictures here, and some very silly things.

If you are a Seattle local and have been looking for a portrait photographer, [livejournal.com profile] fullcontactmuse is having a half-off sale, and it's quite a deal! Check it out!

After I get out of the class tomorrow, I'm off to the AFK for the Tuesday steampunk social. The Wayward Cafe has re-opened, so the Monday Steamvents will, most likely, be reconsolidating there after having been dispersed to several locations since it shut down in Greenwood after the fires there. Capitol Hill will also be having a first and third Mondays steampunk meetup at Elliott Bay Books now, so if you're on the Hill and not into going out to Roosevelt for the Steamvent, you have an alternative much closer in.

I finished reading Disability and Religious Diversity today. Most of it was pretty interesting, though the assumptions in a few of the chapters made me want to smack my head on a desk. This isn't too unusual when dealing with mainstream religions. I was particularly struck by the way that people so often seem to assume that a chronic illness or disability is somehow the "fault" of the person suffering from that condition. I don't just see that in mainstream religions -- I run into it in Paganism as well. It most often manifests as "we all choose our incarnations and you must have chosen to manifest with these problems" or "if you were really spiritual enough, you could heal yourself," or some variant of "you could use herbs instead of western medicine and it would cure you" or "with enough positive thinking everything would be all right."

One of the things that has annoyed me immensely about the yoga group at the VA has been that every single yoga instructor there (I have interacted with three of them so far) said "I had fibromyalgia and yoga cured it," as though they are expecting me to miraculously get well if I just practice enough yoga. I'm sure they think they are giving me some "hope" regarding my situation, but they're not. Yes, yoga and Tai Chi have helped somewhat in the past, but I would by no means regard those occasional and temporary improvements as a "cure" of any sort. Of course, I'm sure that my anger and frustration with the whole thing would just be seen as "resistance to healing" and "hanging on to" my fibromyalgia for some idiotic reason. There are some people for whom fibro just goes away for some mysterious reason that no one can identify. Sometimes it stays away. Sometimes it comes back again later. I think I'm doing damned good to be able to function as well as I do on just a few tylenol a day instead of being on the methadone cocktail the VA wanted to put me on some years back.

Other people's definitions and expectations are as much of an impediment sometimes as physical pain. Reading about the way some of the other authors in the anthology have had to deal with various religions' judgments of them for their disabilities just exacerbated that background hum of annoyance. Darla, one of the editors, recounts that she was told by an acupuncturist that Chinese religion says people with diseases and disabilities were, essentially, paying off karma for misdeeds in previous lives. She was told by an airline employee that if she just prayed to Jesus hard enough, her sins would be washed away and she wouldn't be blind anymore. I mean seriously, WTF? And Pagans play the same stupid bullshit blame the victim games with this sort of thing. I think it's ludicrous and disgusting and I wish to hell they'd just grow the fuck up and realize that human bodies FAIL sometimes and there's nothing that can be done to "cure" them. Sometimes you just have to live with it, even if it's painful or difficult or impairing. It's not because you need to learn a lesson (though learning something from it can be useful, regardless). It's not because you deserve to be punished for something in some other life. It's not because you are somehow evil or flawed. It just happens because, you know, sometimes things just do.

This rant was brought to you by the letters WTF.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Brighid's cross)
My essay for Mandragora, "Burying the Poet: Brigid, Poetry and the Visionary in Gaelic Poetic Traditions," is finished at 3156 words and has been sent off to [livejournal.com profile] finnchuill and [livejournal.com profile] alfrecht for their comments and suggestions. Finally! I think I've done pretty well with it, and now I can turn my attentions to finishing up details for the Samhain ritual that I have to deal with. Tomorrow is the CR schmooze business meeting, my VA yoga group, and picking up [livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor before we deal with Steamcon this weekend.

I was just glad to get the writing for this one out of the way. I still have an article to do for Phosphorus, but I may not get that finished before the end of the month (I'm thinking probably not, in fact). I have no idea if I'm going to be able to get that one together in that short a time. I've hardly got more than a paragraph or two in it at the moment. It's such a huge and messy topic that it can be hard to tackle, even if I do have one particular example I'm working from.

I went over to the AFK tonight to have dinner with Herb and one of his spawn. We had a pretty good time, and some yummy foods. I won't be there tomorrow for the weekly steampunk social, obviously.

Politics make me crazy. Topeka, Kansas has repealed its domestic violence laws to try to save money. Screw saving people's lives.

Mississipi has proposed a measure that will make fertilized ova "persons" under the law and may well criminalize miscarriage.

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people? Get the hell out of my fucking uterus, damn it! For a bunch of people who claim they want government out of their lives, they sure love to jam it up women's vaginas.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Bowie's disappointed in you)
In the last couple of weeks I have received a text and a computer-voice phone call, both of which are attempting to snooker me into giving them a credit card number. The pitch? "Your Wells Fargo card has been discontinued." The stupidity? I don't have a Wells Fargo card. I've never had a Wells Fargo card since I stopped banking with them back in the early 90s.

If you get one of these texts or robocalls, don't fall for it. I wish I knew who to report this crap to, because I would. Anybody got any guesses?
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Feminist dialectic brings 'em)
Boston police tonight forbade any photography or filming and then went in and started bashing heads at Occupy Boston. They were beating members of Veterans for Peace who are part of the protest. Boston police report that "no protestors or police were injured" but I'm not so sure about that.

Seattle is at an uneasy peace. The Mayor's office just went down to Westlake to tell them they would not be removed tonight, despite threats from the police but could "not say the same about tomorrow." The protestors are nonviolent and have been all along. I still have friends at Westlake right now and I hope they remain safe. So much of this is all about intimidation, and for what? To protect billionaires and banks who are sucking our country dry? To protect the people who have been shipping all the jobs overseas, where they don't have to pay a decent wage or worry about safety regulations? To protect politicians and officials who have kept us at war for the last ten years, with no end at all in sight? To "protect" all these powerful people and organizations from non-violent occupations?

I'm wondering where all the police action was when Tea Party protestors were bringing guns and disrupting town hall meetings all over the country? As far as I know, none of the Occupy movement people are toting guns around, yet they're getting maced and beaten. Of course, the Tea Party was total astroturf, where the Occupy movement is a genuine grassroots uprising. Funny how that works.

In other news, I've managed to get my Mandragora essay up to just over 2500 words. I'm too distressed right now to continue writing, but I am hoping that I'll be able to work on this some more tomorrow. I'm only 500-ish words to the minimum length for the project and should be able to make that fairly easily so long as I stay with it. My daily word count isn't that great, but I think the material is really good.

I walked down to the Safeway today to pick up a couple of things, in part because I needed them but also because I needed to make sure that I didn't stiffen up too much to move. My hips were not happy with me. I'm still feeling it from Friday and wishing I was in better shape. I would do so much more right now if I didn't hurt so much that walking was difficult.

I wish strength to all my friends who are acting on their principles. I hope for no violence. I'd be there with you if I could.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (all your books!)
I went through and finished up most of the copyediting end of Circle of Stones today. It doesn't mean everything is done -- a lot of formatting needs to be done, but I'm leaving most of that for the editor to deal with. Typesetting and graphic design isn't my department.

I've done a very tiny amount of editing on the text itself, mostly a couple of corrections of gramatical errors and such. I don't intend to rewrite the book. I am, however, going to have to redo the bibliography and footnotes with proper forms for cites and bibliographical information. That's going to be annoying with the footnotes. The bibliography isn't very long, though, so that won't be too much effort.

I added a section to the text for the Preface and am about a paragraph into that at the moment. I will admit that for about fifteen minutes today, I was severely tempted to pick up a fanfic challenge prompt and work on that, but I have this project to finish and I'd like to get an essay out for Mandragora on sacred poetry in some capacity before the October deadline. That'll take some thought to get a premise together. I also need to put together a proposal or two for PCon for next year, though that will be considerably less effort.

The call for papers I posted earlier today for the Journal of Bisexuality is so very annoyingly worded. I've been having a conversation with several folks in the comments there about the ways in which there is Great Wrongness in the Force where said cfp is concerned. If you have any interest, drop by and give it a poke. I'd love to hear your take on the points that we've raised.

Today on one of the email lists I'm on, someone was talking about why they are not a Celtic Reconstructionist. Fair enough, I've never thought anyone had to be. Unfortunately, this person's arguments were that all CRs are positing some kind of fictional historical pan-Celticism, that the movement is tied to the IRA, and that we're so hung up on linguistics that we don't bother with anything else (but that we, despite this apparent fetish with language, don't realize that P-Celtic and Q-Celtic are different language groups that are not necessarily mutually intelligible). Oh, and we ignore everything but Roman writings, apparently. I've had debatesarguments with this person in the past, and she's still just as annoying about it. We went back and forth a couple of times before she retired for the night. She's apparently looking at this as a pleasant debate. I'm looking at it as a misrepresentation of my spiritual community.

My primary annoyance is that she insists we're all like this, rather than allowing for the fact that, sure, some individuals might be doing one or more of the things on her list, but that we are not some monolithic religious group where everyone agrees. It's like saying all Heathens have political ties to Stormfront or something.

Tomorrow I'm heading over to Bj and SJ's place with [livejournal.com profile] gra_is_stor, who met the two of them this past winter at a party. There will be food. There might be hot-tubbage. There is a high probability of Munchkin Cthulhu, or perhaps Monty Python Fluxx.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Failure TRex)
So I called the VA and left a message for Nina. I got a call back this evening (went to voicemail) from the Women's Clinic telling me that Nina had sent in a consult and that Neurology hasn't yet acted on it. Joy.

I'll call Neurology (the secretary left a number and extension) and get on their ass, and call the patient advocate again. Speaking of the patient advocate, he left a call before I got up this afternoon returning my call; he sounded downright sniffly that I'd thanked him for his assistance. I think I'd made his day. I'll be calling him back and asking him to get on Neurology again. I'm kind of thinking that after I'd talked to him the other day, that was when Nina finally sent in the request for the consult. I suspect there is a clusterfuck in the making, especially since I'm leaving town for 10-ish days next Wednesday.

My migraine is less today, but still there. I didn't take the bc pill today, figuring that it was probably what had knocked me down with a bad enough migraine to need to go to the ER. I literally haven't had to do that in about a decade.

This evening I went over to Kalia's in Lynnwood, where I met [livejournal.com profile] ravenlaughing for dinner. She picked up the tab, and brought me some lovely lavender infused honey from Purple Haze Farms from last year's lavender festival. She also gave me a discount pass for the Seattle Repertory Theatre. It's only good for this season, so I went online and grabbed a ticket for the play that's currently on -- last day is the Sunday after I get back from California. The play after that is Steinbeck, and I really really hate how depressing Steinbeck is. The final play of the season is some thingie about Steve Jobs, and I'm really not nearly enough of an Apple fanatic to give a shit. The one I'll be going to see is The Brothers Size, which looked pretty interesting. It apparently has a good dose of Yoruban mythology inhabiting it and several of the Orisha are characters. We'll see how it goes.

When I got home, the remains of the duck carcass I'd had in the slow cooker finally got dealt with and the broth and remaining bits of meat were put into the freezer. It will be Very Very Tasty when I make soup with it later.

Last thing tonight, if you're on FetLife, I recently joined up there. PM me and let me know who you are and I might add you.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (ow. Robertson Davies)
I was just awakened a little while ago by the postal carrier, who finally has brought the codeine my doc prescribed for me.

Last night the migraine got so awful that I asked [livejournal.com profile] evilbusdriver to take me down to the VA ER to be seen. That was a complete bust. Everything they suggested I had either tried (stopped working, worse side effects than the migraine) or was allergic to (hives). So they sent me home with a heat pack after I'd been there for over two hours. They don't give narcotics out at the ER, so something to just plain knock me out was out of the question. I don't think I've ever endured such a waste of time at the VA before, ever.

Today I'm calling my doc, just after I finish posting here, and insisting that she send me to the fucking neurology clinic and quit dicking me around. I'm still mildly migraining at this point. I am unlikely to be compliant.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Insane Membrane!)
Today my 10 copies of the ogam book arrived for the con. Yay for efficient shipping! That'll make things easier for me while I'm down there. Further planning has been done for scheduling and who's staying where, when. [livejournal.com profile] alfrecht, are you in need of space before/after the con? What's our situation with you down in SF/San Jose? We can find space for you if necessary, but we need to know what your current plans are.

In creepy-assed news, a kindergarten kid in Palatka, Florida (where my dad lives) somehow got hold of a loaded .22 caliber pistol and dropped the damned thing during his class. Fucking irresponsible adults. The gun didn't go off and nobody was hurt, thank all the gods.

Next Wednesday's steampunk meetup is on the calendar at the AFK, along with Phil and Kaja Foglio doing a book signing at 8pm for their newest Girl Genius release.

It looks like my friend will be staying until February 3rd -- he's got a place lined up, but it won't be open until then. I'm okay with this. He's very quiet, and I don't think I have anyone coming to visit overnight before then.

Tomorrow evening I'll be popping over to the AFK to hang with some of the local druids, as I did last Friday. Happy Erynn is happy.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (candle)
I have heard from various friends recently that political rhetoric doesn't incite actual violence. I have heard that people talking about Sarah Palin's gunsight website aren't talking about the men who are also inciting violence and that this lack of mention is about sexism. Anyone who doesn't think that political rhetoric incites violence has forgotten their history. They are ignoring the role of violent rhetoric in religious and social violence that is happening right now all around the world. And here, Keith Olbermann calls out both men and women, politicians and pundits, on both the left and the right, who are using violence as a "metaphor" for the political process.

History is a bitch. We ignore it at our peril.

A long day

Dec. 16th, 2010 12:02 am
erynn: Gaelic merman image (It's raining)
The past few days have been kind of rough because of Monday's migraine, but I've also been dealing with a fairly high level of stress and anxiety the past couple of months. Today for the first time in a very long time I went in and sniffled on my shrink over the whole thing. I think I've worked through some of it after talking with her, but sometimes it's just hard to feel like I'm doing anything worthwhile. Yes, I know that I am and I know that I have a lot of friends who love me and that I'm a pretty cool person, but this isn't about reality, it's about the brain weasels.

I called dental while I was waiting to get in to see Tracy and have an appointment with them again. That, at least, was reasonably easy.

At Travelers today I ran into [livejournal.com profile] sebastian_lvx and we chatted for the better part of an hour while he was between jobs. It was a delight to see him and spend time with him and I felt considerably better afterwards. He said some things I kind of needed to hear, though I hadn't been looking for them specifically. After he departed, [livejournal.com profile] varina8 wandered in for a chai, just before I met Caera (whose LJ nick I'm not sure of). Caera is recently moved to Seattle from the Boston area by way of the Bay Area and has been looking for a CR community. She turned out to be made of awesome with awesomesauce and awesome sprinkles, so it was really lovely to spend time with her this evening at the schmooze organizational meeting.

We got a good bit of stuff sorted tonight for the upcoming schmoozes, as well as some preliminary plans set in place for Imbolc. I'll be having goose here on the 24th, for those local who want to come and join me, though I'd like a confirm in advance if you're interested. I only have space for so many. I know that [livejournal.com profile] sebastian_lvx and [livejournal.com profile] lakmiseiru were interested in coming. [livejournal.com profile] anthea7 and [livejournal.com profile] mintofthewater were also wanting to come up and Caera might come just to hang out and have other food, as she's vegetarian. There will be bad movies and good company.

Depending on how much energy I have, I might go to the queer Pagan meetup tomorrow evening down in Seattle, but I was planning on being there Friday for Stian's birthday, and that's an awful lot of time spent in Seattle this week so far already. Saturday is gaming. I need a little breathing space, really. And I also need to spend a little time digging through my files for a couple of things for the CR schmooze readings to supply them to Mint when we get together again.

I've been invited to come check out the Everett druid meetup group, as a part of my quest to find actual local folks for community. Although druidy stuff per se isn't really my cuppa, I'll very likely show up just to check things out. Last time I went to an Everett Pagan meetup-y thing, it didn't really impress me much, but that was a couple of years ago and not the same group of people, from what I understand.

[livejournal.com profile] alfrecht reports that Rachel Bromwich, the editor and translator of Trioedd Ynys Prydein aka "The Welsh Triads," died today in Aberystwyth, Wales. It's a sad loss for Celtic scholarship.

On the DADT front, the House today passed a bill that would rescind Don't Ask Don't tell. It has been passed to the Senate, but there are so many Republican fuckwads there that I'm not confident it will pass. Please write or call your senators if you're a US citizen. This is an important issue. I will admit that I was of two minds about the defense appropriations bill that was voted down earlier this month. I do not approve of the wars or the spending that's associated with them. They are the biggest drain on the US economy in existence, and one of the least just things about American society in general, and in that sense killing the defense bill was useful. I'm glad that we'll get to see DADT dealt with on its own merits, rather than being wrapped up in billions of dollars for killing Afghanis and Iraqis -- because no matter what the government tells you, we're still in Iraq, they're just not calling it a war anymore.

Some justice needs to be done, and that doesn't involve tax cuts for billionaires. Taxes are the only way we're going to get out of the immense debt that our country owes to places like China these days. We can't go on like this. The Republicans don't give a shit and the Democrats are too chickenshit to do anything about it. It makes me angry and frustrated. Tax cuts are not going to help our country in the least and it's time people figured that out.

Fuck DC. And I don't mean the comics company.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Breakin' Ur Geasa)
Our first study group happened this evening and we had a dozen people with us, several of whom were new. Handouts for January were given out and we had a really good discussion of some of the basics of CR -- things like how we define spirituality, how we're defining Celtic, the importance of language, music and culture, and the fact that there's no CR orthodoxy. Some really good questions were asked, and there was quite a bit of group participation.

Sadly, [livejournal.com profile] joyful_storm was down with a headache, so she couldn't make it this evening, but we'll probably see her on the 15th for the planning meeting. Most of our regulars did make it, though, and it was nice to see such an involved, vibrant group getting together to talk about the issues. We took the CR FAQ as our jumping-off point. Moss asked if we really did get some of those questions -- about whether CR is racist, for instance -- and we said yes, that pretty much all of those questions had been asked of people in the community at one point or another.

I'm pretty excited about the whole thing and am really looking forward to January's group, where we talk about the history of the Celtic peoples and about concepts of druids and druidism through history.

On the downside of the day, the HOA's idiocy continues. I got sent the same damned statement and told that yeah, the extra August payment had brought me current at that point, but the guy neglected to add in the September payment that I had just sent him proof of not twelve hours previously trying to tell me that I was still in arrears. I called and left him a message and sent him a followup email explaining in great detail that I had, in fact, paid and if he would just add in the damned September payment where he was supposed to, we'd be fine.

We'll see if he can comprehend English.

Tomorrow, it's down to the VA for the usual Tuesday group.

Profile

erynn: Gaelic merman image (Default)
erynn

September 2013

S M T W T F S
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425262728
2930     

Syndicate

RSS Atom

Tags

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags