erynn: Gaelic merman image (d'oh!)
I got a ton of stuff done today. Patrick came by and did some more work here at the house and I boxed things, shifted stuff to the garage, cleaned, and moved furniture. [ profile] randwolf came by as promised and we moved a bunch of book boxes into my new storage unit on the hill. I've sorted all the stuff that I'll be sending to the archival library into a couple of large boxes to take over to the mailout place when a car is available. They'll have to be put into FedEx boxes of some sort as these are not shipping boxes. They're really only suitable for just carrying stuff, but it will be good to get them out of here.

The place is a lot less cluttered now, which is good, but is feeling desperately empty, which is not so good. I have a lot of shelves that are empty of books, but covered with small things that need to go into boxes so that they can be packed properly.

I still have a ton of things to do before the real estate agent gets here Friday.

As to the stupid, while I've been dealing with stuff here, I have occasionally put stuff in the fireplace and burned things like old herbs, papers with personal information on them, and other type things. I did that today but tossed a couple of candles in the pile without really thinking it through. Wax was melting all over the place, and at one point it got so hot I thought it was going to start the wooden handle of the fireplace door on fire. I couldn't get it open, so I zapped it with the fire extinguisher. Which shattered one of the tempered glass plates on the four panel folding door. On the other hand, better than burning the place down, you know?

It's kind of a mess. It's largely cleaned up but I've got a call in to a fireplace place to have somebody come and replace the panel and maybe see if there's any wax all run down below the fireplace inside, hopefully before the real estate agent gets here on Friday at 1pm. It was stupid. It will probably be kind of expensive to deal with. On the other hand, I've been pushing myself really hard and just plain wasn't thinking clearly when I did this.

I still have some cleanup to do, but most of it won't be too bad, it's just messy and yet another complication when I don't need one.

On the good end of things (in addition to getting a bazillion things done today), I was talking to one of my neighbors who used to do real estate (he actually sold several of the units at the condo here in past years), and he said that the market is getting better and prices are going up. I don't know if it will be enough of a rise in prices that I won't still have to do a short sale, but we shall see what happens.

I've had a couple of inquiries on the cargo bike. One person was asking about possibly coming over tomorrow to have a look at it, hopefully before I leave for the VA appointment at 2pm.
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 (gull)
Today I woke up feeling like utter crap. Headache, cramps, creaky neck and shoulders, and just a general malaise. I downed enough tylenol and tea to help slightly and spent a good bit of time working on some self-massage under the back edge of the skull and along the spine in my neck to ease it somewhat. A hot shower helped slightly more, but I was still feeling pretty crappy when I left to go to my appointment in Edmonds. The trip was longer than usual due to an accident on I-5 than I hadn't been aware of until I already got onto the freeway, so I arrived there about ten minutes before my appointment, which was pressing it a little more than I had wanted to, but at least I wasn't late.

Apparently my preparation for the travel consult was pretty good, as I had a lot of the work done already. I am totally a research geek and a websearch maven, so that was only reasonable. She answered several questions for me, and said that for the ones she didn't have answers for, if I found answers to let her know so that she could give them to others if they also asked them. I definitely found it worth the money I'd paid - she found me a flight that gets me much closer to [ profile] eydimork (Rennes) than the flight to Paris, and only costs me $30 more, so it saves me the train fare entirely for that part of the trip which, if the €46 fare estimated from a late-March date on the same route is to be believed, saves me about $40 just on train fare alone. Sadly, Flybe does not seem to like any of my credit cards and is asking for information that, apparently, US credit cards don't have on them. I mean, WTF is an "issue number"?

I've checked in with my friend the ceramics artist and, yes, he'll be in Penrith on August 2nd, so I've reserved (but not yet paid for) a B&B for that night. In looking at a flight from Manchester to Renne instead of Liverpool to Paris, I can stay an extra night in Penrith for about $30 less than staying at a hotel at the Manchester airport would cost me, and an early morning train will get me to the airport with time to spare on August 4th, so that means I can not only see Potfest for as long as I'd like on the 3rd without feeling rushed, I can also explore the local stone circles and whatnot. The train from Penrith to Manchester appears to be about ₤9 or so, if the online information I could find is accurate. The flight is later in the day than the one from Liverpool to Paris, as well, so that means even taking the train from Penrith, I can sleep in slightly later than I'd have to just to catch the Liverpool to Paris flight from an airport hotel. Overall, a total win in my book.

I'm checking in with [ profile] eydimork to be certain before I book any flights for this leg of the trip. I've also asked about the possibility of getting in a day earlier than initially planned from Douglas to Liverpool on the ferry (28th instead of 29th July) so that I can visit with [ profile] hagazusa and her Welsh Pwny for a bit before I head off to see [ profile] fififolle, and there's a possibility that we might all be able to get together. Once again, I need to make sure everything is okay with both of them before any final decisions are made and any tickets are got. Anyway, things are shaping up very nicely at the moment. (Update: Paris to Prague is booked, and there is apparently a huge Celtic music festival in Brittany the week I'll be there. How awesome is that?)

After the travel consultant, I went over to REI to ask a few questions and see about getting some of the last things I will need for my camping trip (useful for all camping trips, but particularly necessary for lightness for the Isle of Man trip). I brought along a note regarding the research I'd done on sleeping pads and asked one of the young guys about what would work best for someone with my particular issues. They did in fact have samples out that one could lie on to test them, and he showed me one that he said was the best combination of warmth and cushion for the weight. As one might expect for fancy backpacking stuff, it was a bit pricey, but I had a 20% off member's coupon, so that saved me a fair bit. I needed it regardless, and I'll get years of use out of it, so it was worth making the investment. I was unable to resolve a question about what to do regarding a backpacking camp stove on the Isle of Man, as apparently Europe uses butane for stove fuel rather than propane, and the connections are different, so I might need to check out an outdoor supplies store when I get to Douglas and pick one up there, due to not being able to carry fuel canisters on a plane for obvious reasons. I know that there are some varieties (more expensive) that will use all liquid/gas fuel types, and that might be the way I'd need to go.

Anyway, I'm dealing with flight booking frustrations from Manchester to Rennes right now and seeing if I can go in through a backdoor somewhere. Feh. The sound you hear is my head meeting my desk.
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 [ profile] finnchuill and [ 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 [ 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 (Airmed)
Yesterday was a pretty full and busy day for me. I hauled cobbles for [ profile] martianmooncrab's back porch flower bed. I potted a bazillion plants. I made dinner. By that time, I was utterly fried, so after dinner I collapsed in bed and didn't get up until morning. I think I might be kinda-sorta caught up on sleep. Ish.

The day itself was gorgeous and we got a ton of stuff done. I did a boneless leg of lamb roast and then sauteed veggies from the garden. We tried to do some leeks, but they were hard as rocks. She says she will use them for broth, which is probably about the best she could get out of them like this. They were at the bolted to seven feet tall with flower buds on them stage, so I wasn't sure if they'd be usable anyway.

I spent some of yesterday reading essays in Survivors' Songs: From Maldon to the Somme, a book on English war poets, and thinking about my experiences at the Mensa AG, which only continued to illustrate how thoroughly clueless civilians can be. I'll probably write more about that when I'm home and not borrowing the Crabby One's computer. I need to pack up here soon and head northward, but I wanted to check in and let folks know that I hadn't actually fallen off the face of the earth, I just passed out dead tired before I managed to write anything yesterday.

Soon: on the road. I'll post again when I get home.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (d'oh!)
Yep, I left my camera at [ profile] mythworker's place in Eugene, so I drove back there today to get it. I had a lovely dinner (lunch for me) with him and his wife, and we talked for a bit before I turned around and headed back to [ profile] martianmooncrab's. She and I just got back from a late dinner at Bugatti's. It was tasty.

The sib pinged me and said he's safely on the Cape now, and looking around for housing.

I hurt everywhere and am still exhausted. Tomorrow I'm picking up [ profile] alfrecht at the train station, then we're hanging out in Portland at Powells for a few hours until it's Mystification time, about 6:30. After that, who knows? (It's a mystery!)

And now, I'm taking pills and collapsing in a heap.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Schroedinger kills you maybe)
I have not yet been to bed. This is not a happy-making thing.

The sib headed for Olympia to boat-and-dog sit yesterday afternoon. He'll be back sometime Saturday or Sunday. I'm going to try to get some vague bit of sleep and then, if I have a brain at all, I'll try to get Garuda smogged. I'm supposed to head over to AFK tonight around 6-ish to hang with some friends. We'll see what happens.

Dishes were done. A wee bit of writing was accomplished. I read webcomics for ludicrous numbers of hours (which is connected to the not having been to bed yet thing).

Fried!Erynn should really just stfu and go to bed, I think.

erynn: Gaelic merman image (Bowie's disappointed in you)
I went down to the VA for my monthly shrinkage and had a really good conversation with Tracy. After that I waited around outside the patient advocate office for about 20 minutes until the guy wasn't busy and talked to him about what had been happening in the continuing saga of Erynn and the neurology clinic. So far, so normal for the VA.

The VA started using a valet service to park cars for patients some time ago. This was to avoid people having to drive around the hospital for half an hour or more looking for parking and ending up missing appointments. I've never had problems with the valet service before, but today, somehow, they managed to lose my car keys. Which meant I also lost my house key, my mailbox key, and several other keys as well. The sup called a locksmith, who made me a pair of new keys for Garuda and I was able to get my spare key back from my next door neighbor in order to get into the house. When [ profile] evilbusdriver gets back tonight I can get the keys from him, as he is moving out tomorrow anyway, so that deals with that problem.

I was told that the valet service would pay any expenses for replacing keys that I incurred, but he also said that this has happened before a few times and usually the keys "mysteriously" reappear on the key board the next morning because whoever fucked up was too chickenshit (not his words) to own up to the fuckup. He said he'd give me a call if this happened, and he also gave me his phone number. So, with any luck, I'll have my keys back tomorrow afternoon sometime, but I did end up getting home much later this evening than I anticipated. There's no real use in getting angry about the whole thing. The car is fine, I just need to wait until some dipshit gets it together and puts the keys back where they belong.

Upon arriving, I swooped in and took the DoDC+3 out for a quick walk then dashed over to the AFK, where five of us from the Air Krakens got together and schmoozed for steampunk Wednesday.

I'm currently waiting up until [ profile] evilbusdriver gets here so I can check the mail and talk with him about how and when he'll be moving out tomorrow so that I know when I'll have the house key back.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Failure TRex)
I didn't get out to the concert today. Between exhaustion and a constant drift of snow all day long, I wasn't up to braving the situation. It wasn't too bad until evening started coming on and the snow began sticking more. We eventually had about half an inch, though some of it's already gone. The temp has risen from a daytime 27f to about 30f right now, so perhaps tomorrow the weather will be better, though more snow is predicted both here and in Seattle. If we do get more snow, I'm likely to miss the matinee of "The Brothers Size" as well, which will be disappointing, but not a tragedy. Due to a gift certificate, I only paid $8 for the ticket, unlike the approximately $20 for tonight's concert ticket.

I really should have known I would feel like this when I got home; I always do. It takes weeks for me to really get any energy back after I've done a long trip like this. I manage to stick it out until I get home, then the body just says "okay, home again, screw it all" and keels over.

Yesterday's mail had brought me a bottle of the same blood pressure meds (in a lower dose) that my doc had previously prescribed for allegedly preventing migraines. This was prescribed by a doc whose name I don't recognize and I'm presuming it's somebody in the neurology clinic who didn't bother to read the damned record where it said the drug DID NOT WORK. I'm annoyed. I left a message on the women's clinic voicemail about it and anticipate that I'll hear something on Monday. They sent me a letter asking me to make a new appointment anyway.

Thankfully, since I stopped taking their various drugs in an attempt to head off the migraines, I haven't had one that wasn't a part of the usual pattern. Unlike all the drug-triggered ones I'd been having. *headdesk* I have to wonder if these people have a clue at all.

Given that the DoDC+3 bounced on me and woke me up at 8am this morning, I'll probably be going to bed early tonight. I hope it'll help.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Bowie's disappointed in you)
When I got home today, I realized that I had a ticket for tomorrow for a Medieval Women's Choir concert. I also had a more or less tentative gaming date. Given that I spent $20 on the ticket, I opted to do the concert. They only do three a year. I think I pissed SJ off when I made that choice, though. It isn't that I don't want to game or to see my friends, but I do want to make use of what I paid good money for, and I love the choir's work.

February is always a clusterfuck for me, no matter what I do, primarily because I'm out of town for PantheaCon for a good chunk of the month. My scheduling-fu is rarely the best and I know that. I hate disappointing people. Sometimes it's inevitable. There isn't always a choice that satisfies everyone, and this was one of those times. That said, I fully intend to enjoy the concert tomorrow. I just hope I'll be able to make it up to my gaming friends soon.

Soon, there will be sleep. Tired Erynn is exceedingly tired. I'm just glad the concert isn't until 8pm. The show at the Seattle Rep on Sunday is a 2pm matinee, and that may be harder for me to get to.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Bowie's disappointed in you)
I'd wanted to go down and pick up my pocket watch today, but woke about 3:30 this afternoon with another brewing migraine, this one worse than yesterday's. For a while, it was at the mild spike in the head stage, but slathering my head with some migraine-combatting essential oils (peppermint, eucalyptus, cajeput, lavender & vetiver) kicked it back enough to at least tolerate. I wasn't up for leaving the house except for doggly necessities, though. For a while, it was an open question as to whether I'd be able to put anything in the tum beyond some tea, but by early evening I felt well enough to have some of yesterday's cauliflower curry.

Tomorrow is that talk on mysticism and Italian poetry, and I'm hoping to be up to leaving the house, though I'm not certain this particular migraine cycle isn't related to the cold front that's been here for the past few days, coinciding with evil hormones. Anyway, I'm hoping I'll be doing better tomorrow and can both pick up my watch and pop down to the UW to drop off some books and catch the lecture.

The annual amulet burning ceremony is out at the Shinto shrine this Sunday. With any luck, I'll be well enough to get out there, too. If I do manage to, I might be able to catch some lunch at the Greek place in Granite Falls with [ profile] mimerki and [ profile] varina8, pending an answer back from [ profile] varina8. I last saw them when [ profile] thewronghands was in town and would love to see them again.

In the realm of serious WTFery, some fundie fruitcake has decided that the mysterious deaths of all those red-winged blackbirds was caused by the repeal of DADT.

Yeah. I know. That's about what I thought, too. *headdesk* The stupidity of human beings never ceases to amaze me. Do all those horrifying, deadly storms that whip through the Bible belt mean that God hates Southern Baptists?
erynn: Gaelic merman image (writy medievalist)
This afternoon I met [ profile] lakmiseiru at Travelers, where we did some mutual writing support. It was lovely to catch up with her again, after missing her presence at Samhain. She thanked me for posting about the new TSA scanners, as some of those medical cautions apply to her personally. I have a few new links today about the situation.

In one case, a traveler on the way to Canada got a bunch of folks to opt out of the whole thing, so the TSA started just sending people through the usual metal detector.

On the other hand, a journalist filmed a TSA agent groping his three-year-old daughter while the poor kid is screaming and frantic. The link leads to a youtube news report with some footage of the situation that might be triggery for some. Americans have spent years trying to teach their kids to not let strangers touch them to help avoid sexual abuse of children. Do we now have to tell kids that, really, it's okay to let strangers in uniform touch them even if nobody else can? TSA isn't even refusing to hire individuals convicted of sexual assault/harassment unless it was rape, according to [ profile] lysana's Gather article. Just what we need, convicted sexual offenders doing "enhanced patdowns." Do you really want somebody convicted of sexually assaulting someone to stick their hand in your crotch? But oh, it wasn't rape, so that's okay.

One thing I've seen advocated frequently lately is the "Israelification" of security at American airports. On the one hand, a lot of this makes some good sense -- deal with a bomb threat by reducing the potential of any bomb to actually harm anyone, not by evacuating the entire damned airport. On the other hand, it's not like Israel doesn't assume every Arab or Muslim is a terrorist, and we don't need that at all. Their human rights abuses are a matter of public record. On a third appendage, behavioral profiling means that people who act nervous or "weird" are going to be the ones singled out for strip searches, body cavity searches, and other intrusive procedures. As someone with PTSD who experiences something approaching full-blown anxiety attacks every time I have to cross the border into Canada these days, I can practically guarantee that I and most other folks with anxiety disorders or PTSD are likely to be swept into that net on a regular basis because we're "nervous." I can't say as I'm thrilled with that idea in the least.

Combine all this with people advocating a National Opt-Out Day on Wednesday, November 24th, the day before Thanksgiving, on one of the heaviest travel days of the year, and we could be looking at a complete collapse of air travel over the period of a couple of days. At the very least, travel that day is likely to be even more time-consuming and annoying than usual. With any luck, this sort of thing will start to hurt airline pocketbooks when people refuse to fly or cause immense delays of flights due to TSA's practices. If you do travel by air and you do feel you've been mistreated, the ACLU is taking a survey, and you can report your experience there, and the TSA's own website has this to say about reporting civil rights abuses, for all that's worth:

How can you report a civil rights or civil liberties complaint? There are a number of ways in which you can report a concern. You can pursue any of the following steps.

During travel: While you are still at the checkpoint, you can ask to speak with a supervisor about the incident. You can also ask to speak with the Customer Service Manager for the airport. Depending on the time of day during which you are traveling or the size of the airport, the Customer Service Manager may not be readily accessible to you at the airport.

After traveling: You may contact the External Compliance Division of TSA's Office of Civil Rights and Liberties to file a complaint.

Our mailing address is:
Transportation Security Administration
Office of Civil Rights and Liberties (TSA-6)
External Compliance Division
601 S. 12th Street
Arlington, VA 20598
Our email address is:

You may also contact the Department of Homeland Security's Office for Civil Rights and Civil Liberties to file a complaint. The Department's procedures for filing and handling complaints can be found at:

At any rate, things don't look like they're going to be calming down anytime soon, so if you have any other choices for travel, I'd strongly suggest you exercise them.

I spent a couple of hours with [ profile] lakmiseiru aside from our TSA discussion. Not only did we chat and have chai together, we both got a little writing done. I started out today at about 250-ish words and ended at just over 2,000, so I feel like I've been productive. We started out at Travelers, then moved over to Kaladi when Travelers closed. I ended up driving all over looking for parking and ended up on 11th near the John St. end of Cal Anderson park, so I had rather a walk to get down to Kaladi. When they closed at 8:30, I said goodnight to her and dropped in at Elliott Bay Books to hang out a little longer and see if I could crank out just a bit more writing. It felt pretty good to sit in the cafe there; it's a pleasant atmosphere, and being in a bookshop is always a happymaking thing for me.

I'm not terribly pleased with what I have so far for the essay, but at least it's getting some of this set down. I put in placeholder footnotes and I need to look up the references and to plug in quotes. I got a request from [ profile] mael_brigde asking if she could see the article when I'm done, and I said I'd send it to her before I did the final editing stuff to see what she thought. That'll be a week or two yet, though, I suspect. The way I'm feeling about it right now, I'll be sending it off to [ profile] alfrecht and asking him for advice before I'm satisfied with how it's working, but that will be when it's closer to finished as well.

I'm feeling way too busy and overwhelmed this week. I'll probably be spending the next two evening poking at my writing too, hoping to get something more together before SteamCon.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Illya "Missed it by this much")
The show rocked. Really. I had a fantastic time. [ profile] nathan_fhtagn played one song with Ego Likeness, who were really very good. (The steampunk violin, however, did not make an appearance.) Chant, a guy named Brandon, was a percussionist/singer from Austin who seriously rocked the house. I thought he was fantastic, and he joined Ego Likeness for a couple of numbers too. Even the opening band, Pill Brigade (a local growly death metal band consisting of three guys I'm not convinced were old enough to get into the bar) weren't bad. I've heard a hell of a lot worse on the stage at El Corazon.

The crowd tonight was tiny -- maybe 15 of us, tops, but it was a Sunday night and none of these were big name bands, so that's not too surprising. I danced and hung out a little with Nathan and Libby and briefly saw [ profile] willowbl00.

The fail on my part was pretty colossal though. I went to enter the bar and the guy said, "I can't let you in, your driver's license is expired." It expired in March. First thing tomorrow when I drag my ass out of bed, I'm off to the DMV to renew the damned thing. I had no idea. I've been in at least half a dozen bars where I've had to show ID to get in, and none of them even noticed. I'm pretty sure they only looked at the birth date. Anyway, I didn't get to have a drink tonight and I'm feeling like a complete and utter idiot. At least I've been a safe driver. *headdesk*

The Great Deleting over on FB went by without incident, so yay for that.

All being said and done, I had a fantastic evening, but man I feel like a complete dork.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Illya "Missed it by this much")
Some charmingly cowardly anonymous Christian posted a comment to my post about Dan Savage with a list of biblical verses about God hating things. Said Christian ended its comment with:

"Do a word search of hate and synonyms and all forms of the word; the Bible is clear: God hates the vast majority of people.

Those are not billions of Martians in hell, dummy!"

Given that there are no Martians (aside from [ profile] martianmooncrab, of course) and that I'm not exactly given to believe in hell, this is a completely nonsensical statement. But really, why would I want to be a part of a religion where hate is the main focus? This sort of thing isn't exactly going to be a compelling argument for anyone to actually want to join, is it?

Oh, wait, maybe it is. If you're a bigot and an asshole.

This is why the "delete comment" option exists.
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I update the software for the MacBook with 10.6.3 and all of my mail has disappeared. I've been trying to install 10.6.4 that I downloaded from online and it's telling me I don't have enough memory. I've dumped a ton of stuff I haven't used in forever or things that are archived on websites and still don't have enough memory. I can try rebooting 10.5.x from my backup drive tomorrow but I think I'm going to leave the beast on so that I don't mess with anything else until I've done the reboot.

This is giving me a massive evil headache.

I am not pleased.

ETA: Was finally able to force quit the mail program and restart it, which restored the mailboxes. *whew*
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Wilde Sin)
It seems that Steven Akins has written to [ profile] northwestpass about Lebor Feasa Runda, not actually dealing with criticisms of the book, but accusing me and others of "jealousy" about the competition his falsified manuscript will allegedly provide to our work. Because, of course, someone who is queer, liberal, of mixed cultural/racial origin, or has a vagina can't possibly have a useful opinion or be motivated by anything other than jealousy. *eyeroll*

Akins, dude. Seriously not jealous here. I have zero need to be jealous of a forgery or of anyone making ludicrous claims of a Real Live Genuine Irish Pagan Bible Written By Pre-Christian Druids. Two hundred years ago you might have gotten away with it but that ship has sailed, old chap. Modern scholarship will sink you and jealousy has nothing whatsoever to do with it. Honesty, however, is what's in question here. I tell people very clearly where I'm getting things from historical sources, what those sources are, and where I'm getting it from inspiration and my own head, thanks. You could do us the courtesy of doing the same.

Akins equates his NeoNaziism with a "conservative" opinion. You know, last I looked, genuine conservative political positions per se didn't have anything in particular to do with racism or sexism or homophobia. At any rate, [ profile] northwestpass has posted a lovely response to Akins on his LJ wherein he tackles the ad hominem stuff with dignity, logic, and grace. Thank you, Brendan. You do us all proud here!
erynn: Gaelic merman image (not my problem weirded out)
[ profile] alfrecht has posted a deconstruction and academic smackdown of the ludicrous forgery by Akins over in [ profile] cr_r. A link has been posted over on the Mystic Wicks forum. One person has dismissed it because [ profile] alfrecht "has not read the book." The fact is, two posted chapters and the posted introduction are more than enough to make mincemeat of the whole thing without having to purchase it.

You don't have to taste rotting meat to know it's rotten, folks. You can smell it coming.

Akins has been banned from the Mystic Wicks forum at this point. IMO, anyone who is more interested in giving any "benefit of the doubt" to a person affiliated with Stormfront than listening to a professional academic's opinion on a text isn't worth listening to.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (extra meds)
Some folks have been wondering what kind of stuff is in the Lebor Feasa Runda. The introduction, detailing the pseudohistory of Nazis and magicians and ogam-stave books that allegedly led to its discovery has been posted on several websites including Stormfront. The Order of Siabran Druids appears to be one of Akins's tools and talks at some length about the material in the book, including crappy fake stories about Brigid trapped in the otherworld by Cerna for the winter after eating rowan berries from Cerna's rowan tree (oh, and they're the parents of all humans, apparently), something about Net being the father of the Gods who married Domnannn who was the body of the earth, the usual Neopagan four elements with spirit transcending above them, Dagda being called by the mistranslated "All-father" title, Tír na n-Óg sinking beneath the waves like Atlantis to become Tír fo Thuinn, and other lovely whacknuttery.

There's nothing else on the page but a subscription for their Yahoogroup and a contact address, but if you want to know what kind of bullshit Akins is passing off, this is a good place to start.


Apr. 22nd, 2007 10:53 pm
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Forgot my power cord at [ profile] alfrecht's place. I don't have enough gas to get back up there to pick it up myself. His sister, who's heading back down to Seattle tomorrow morning, will be stopping at a hotel a mile or two from my house at about 7am. I have to meet her there to get it. *sigh* That's what I get for being stupid.

Finished editing the preface, though. We also went out to Washington Park for a bit, down to the beach and out at the top of the ridge. Very nice and a lovely day for it. Spent time talking Celtic shop. Yay!

Memeage. baa. )


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