erynn: Gaelic merman image (Magical Sigils)
Today I hauled [ profile] gra_is_stor and M back to Seattle then met [ profile] thewronghands and [ profile] mimerki very briefly at Remedy Teas to deliver a copy of [ profile] dpaxson's The Way of the Oracle (signed of course) to TWH. Immediately having done that, I headed back north to pick up [ profile] ingvisson and a hard drive enclosure, which it turned out I didn't actually need, due to the fact that the drive I already have did in fact have a USB2 port on it and I had a cable in one of my boxes that I could use.

Stuff and things were transferred, but I haven't yet been able to move my old mail to my new computer. I've got the mailboxes, but none of the contents. The computer itself currently has two conflicting admin accounts, and the two are talking to one another only minimally, so I may have to erase the new computer entirely, transfer the information, and then reinstall OSX Lion and the extra bits that [ profile] lwood had given me in order for everything to work together harmoniously and without two admin accounts snarking at each other across the great divide.

I got teriyaki chicken for the two of us while we futzed with things and poked at manuals, then I took the unused drive case I'd got in California back to the local Best Buy for my money back, and hauled [ profile] ingvisson back to his place, whereupon I came home and synched the new phone with my iTunes so that it has everything on it that it's supposed to. I'll deal with synching the iPad tomorrow.

The cloud did in fact eventually download the email that I'd saved onto my iPad, so that bit works, but I'm still kind of flustered about the potential loss of all my other emails and the information in them. We'll see what happens. I still have the old computer here, deciding to hang onto it until the entire transfer is dealt with, then I'll give it to [ profile] ingvisson, as it will be a fairly significant upgrade to his system.

I'm still busy trying to adjust the settings on this critter so that it does what it's supposed to. Some of the new OS's settings and habits are a little odd to me, but I'll adjust. I'm just glad I have some time to myself in the next few days. I am so entirely peopled out I can hardly handle it. Tomorrow is my flamekeeping shift. That should help me settle back in a little more. Getting back into my ritual routine should be a comfort. I need to do some work in the incubation chamber as well, as Himself noted to me during the Echtra, Immram and Aisling workshop. I didn't really get into journeyspace beyond being told to hit the incubation chamber when I got home; I was too distracted by the room and the people to try to go deep, but the workshop wasn't designed for folks like me, it was designed around beginners to journeying, and I think for that it did a pretty good job.
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Here's the notice from the editor:

The book is currently available through CreateSpace, and will be available on Amazon (and Amazon UK) shortly. Digital versions will also be available through Smashwords in short order.

The book contains my first short story!
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Magical Sigils)
I went in today to have Garuda's oil changed and was told that the rear brakes had worn down to only 2mm of brake lining left, so I had those replaced today. They also said the struts and rear shocks need some work (leaky bits and wearing out), but that will be a rather more expensive fix, and I'll wait on that. Next month I'll get one part of it done, then in October I'll deal with the other bit, to spread the costs out a bit. I do have a credit card specifically to deal with car stuff, so that helps, and they usually give me six months same as cash for paying them off. I usually manage to do that, so there haven't been any interest expenses; this pleases me greatly. I'm just glad I can actually afford to do this stuff when it needs doing.

The mechanic on duty today was a new guy I hadn't seen before and he said that Garuda was in really good shape for a car his age. He says he wants to get an Echo for his girlfriend because they're pretty much bulletproof and they get good gas mileage. I told him I'd been pretty happy with mine over the years but was happy to hear that a professional thought I'd made a good choice on my car.

In book news today, I got an email noting that The Scribing Ibis, a fiction anthology for Thoth, will probably be available sometime late next week. I have my first published fiction piece in it and will let folks know as soon as it's available for sale. This is another devotional volume from Bibliotheca Alexandrina, as was Queen of the Great Below, where I had a poem series published last year.

I tossed together some angel hair pasta this evening sauteed with fresh basil, mozzerella cheese, organic tomato, pine nuts, and a touch of truffle oil tonight for dinner. It turned out very nicely and I've got some left over in the fridge to zap tomorrow before I head down to Seattle. There's another free movie in Cal Anderson Park tomorrow evening, and it looks like a hilariously bad musical. I'll be meeting [ profile] gra_is_stor again and swooping her back here with me for our steampunk weekend so that we can set out early for the Edmonds/Kingston ferry early the next morning. I'm still not entirely clear on when and where we'll be meeting up with [ profile] alfrecht on the other side. He hasn't been able to find out about bus transfers from Port Townsend to Port Angeles. I'm hoping we won't have to make the detour through Port Townsend on the way in, but we'll do it if there's no way for him to get from point a to point b by bus.

Arrangements have been made for the next door neighbor to look after the DoDC+3 on Saturday and Sunday until I get home. I'm going to try to get on the project of dealing with September's schmooze readings on Monday after I'm back from the peninsula. I'm really looking forward to the weekend, though I haven't yet figured out what I'll be wearing for the show. I'll deal with that tomorrow at some point.

Since I now have an address for the sib, I forwarded all his mail to him. I'm glad to finally have that done.

I don't know if I'll have time to post anything while I'm away, but the motel does have free wifi. We'll see what happens.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (It's raining)
I slept very badly last night, but managed to feel somewhat better by the time I got up about 2pm this afternoon. I had taken a zomig for the migraine, but it only made me feel worse. Not so much the headache itself, which it didn't help at all, but dizziness and vague nausea and an exacerbation of my body pain pretty much everywhere. I don't think I'll be repeating that experiment.

Since the blood pressure meds didn't do a damned thing to head off the migraine, I haven't taken one again today and I haven't been feeling nearly as fried as I was while I was taking it. Again, I have to talk to my doctor about all of this, but the meds she had me on weren't doing a damned thing to help. I don't need to be taking shit that just makes me feel worse. Quite frankly, I'd rather have my blood pressure in the high-normal range than not be able to function.

I hadn't been planning to go out today, but between running out of dog food and someone noting that Fred Meyer had a sale on microfleece flannel sheets for $20 any size (I have a king size bed, so they're usually pretty expensive), I decided I could haul my ass out and do at least a little shopping. I got new sheets and tossed them in the laundry when I got home, and also got food for the pupulator, as well as some groceries. This does, however, mean I'll be changing the sheets for something warmer before I go to bed tonight.

Tonight I made a cauliflower and chickpea curry with my spoils. The remains are in the fridge. I now have juice again as well. SJ sent home some gingerbread with me last night that I had nibbles of today as well.

I also had a couple of writy things happen today. I signed the contract for my fiction piece for the Thoth anthology from Bibliotheca Alexandrina this afternoon and sent it back, and I also got a query from a researcher at a university in Brisbane who is doing a chapter on what she's calling the "Cyber Celtic Diaspora" for a publication on "Pop Pagans." She wanted to quote from one of my old online pieces. I said sure, if she'd send me her piece when she finished. She said that she would. I have no idea what she's planning on saying. I'm not sure whether to expect bemusement or mocking or some vague semblance of respect. At least she asked.

Anyway, with the Thoth anthology, that's two publications that should be coming out this year so far with contributions from me and it's not even mid-January yet. I doubt it's going to be a huge year for publications, but I have to say it's not a bad start.

Email today also brought a note about a lecture at the UW this Tuesday evening. From the Poets West newsletter:

Tuesday, January 11 at 6:30 p.m.
UW Campus, Kane Hall, Room 120
Special Walker-Ames Lecture by Paolo Valesio, Professor of Italian Literature- Columbia University entitled "On Mysticism & Modern Italian Poetry." Event is free and open to the public. To guarantee your seat please register here.

I signed up to go. It sounds like it'll be fun.

Wednesday, shrinkage and the schmooze group's organizational meeting.
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I thoroughly enjoyed my visit to the shrine today. I took [ profile] alfrecht's gift along and he and his mom did arrive, so I was able to pass it along to him. As predicted, he was quite pleased with it. The gift was a small book printed in Ulaanbataar about Mongolian wolves, from wolf hunters and the history of wolves in Mongolia, to recounting folktales of them and their ancestral relationship to the Mongolian people. Also at the ceremony were [ profile] mimerki and [ profile] varina8, whom I will most likely see again Tuesday at dinner with [ profile] thewronghands.

Part of the ceremony today was making mochi. I've been to the ceremony a couple of times but today was the first time I actually took a whack (literally) at helping with the work myself. It was fun, but my arms ached afterwards. Still, there's nothing at all like fresh mochi that you've just pounded the crap out of yourself. I stuck around long enough to get one from the second batch as well, which was made with mugwort. The taste is distinctive and I do like the flavor of mugwort mochi. It's very different than what you get in a grocery store (if you live in a place where you can get mochi at a grocery store at all).

I'd not slept very well last night, having got to bed about 4am. I rose around 9am to get my shower and pull myself together enough to drive out to the shrine. Bad weather had been predicted, though the rain was not nearly as heavy in my area as I had expected. The Pilchuck river, at the shrine, was in moderate flood stage and progressed to major flood stage by the end of the day (I was long gone by then), expected to crest and begin receding again by tomorrow morning. While the mochi making was going on, I saw at least half a dozen sizable logs and snags go zipping past on the current.

When I got home, I got some posole started, with blue corn and some chicken instead of lamb. I set it in the crock pot and let it go. I've discovered it makes a lot less mess if I tuck a toothpick between the lid and the edge of the pot so that the condensation has somewhere to go, otherwise I had tended to get a sizable puddle under the crockpot itself. When I got up at 7 this evening, dinner was ready and the place smelled wonderful. I stuck two portions that were left into the freezer for another day.

After I'd eaten, I lit up the altar for my flamekeeping shift. I had briefly considered giving it a pass, as I'm still feeling extremely exhausted, but the liturgy is short and I felt much better for having taken the time to actually do the ritual. Once that was settled, I dropped into SL for a little while and attended a poetry reading, where I read two poems. One thing that I find disconcerting is that even if I'm sitting at my computer with the mic on, I get the shakes when I read, just like I do when I'm on stage. It was so bad that the tremors in my hands made it a little difficult to scroll down the file I was reading from.

I really wish I didn't react that way, but it's part of the reason why when I've generally done performance (singing and whatnot) I've preferred to be part of an ensemble rather than a solo performer. Stage fright is painful. I get that to a certain extent when I'm speaking or teaching at conferences, as well, but I do feel that what I do is important enough to persevere through the difficulty. I can't say that I particularly have fun when I do those things, but I do enjoy singing, and I also enjoy sharing my work and my knowledge with others. It's just so much more comfortable for me when I'm in a small group of people I know than when I'm in a room full of strangers -- even if the room is a virtual one.

I've been reading more of Sharon Astyk's book today and got to the point where she's talking about population issues and how difficult they are to discuss with any rationality. Her writing on underground economies makes so much sense, given how much of it I see around me on a day to day basis. So many of my friends are un- or under-employed but still have to make ends meet somehow, and they participate in everything from making art to growing food to cleaning houses in order to keep body and soul together, without being a part of the tax-base.

It's fascinating reading, though I'm constantly asking myself what, aside from reduction of my direct energy needs and uses, I can do as a person with physical limitations that make it hard for me to do physical things on a regular basis. So much emphasis gets placed on "move to the country, grow a garden." I can't move to the country for a wide variety of reasons. I can grow a little bit in containers but even that sometimes is hard on me. The seal on the dishwasher is leaking again and I'm pretty much giving up in frustrating and going to move on to just doing a few dishes at a time by hand and sticking them in the disher to drip dry.

Monday I can take a down day, thankfully. Tuesday is VA group and dinner with [ profile] thewronghands and her crew. Wednesday is shrinkage. Friday is Stian's birthday party -- I got the invite for that this evening.

I'll need at some point to call the vet and make an appointment to have the DoDC+3 examined. He was charging up and down the hallway again with his moose and it was a heartening sight, despite that he will likely always have part of his ribs sticking out a bit from his chest now. He's doing well and is pretty much back to his normal self.

Life goes on, despite everything humans do to mess things up.
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I finished up Bitel's Land of Women today, thank all the gods. Notes have been made and I ran off to read fanfic to scrub the taste of it out of my brain.

Lacking energy for much of anything else, I toddled over to Frida's, a Mexican place down the road that [ profile] ogam went to and liked while he was here. I figured that if he liked it, and he's from El Paso, it would probably be pretty good. It was. I had a chicken breast stuffed with anaheim chiles and cheese, topped with an avocado sauce that was quite lovely. Nice and tender, with a good balance of flavors. There was a sort of cole slaw that was slightly sweet and citrusy. The only real disappointment on the plate was the mixed veggies, which looked like it was probably a frozen mix. Bleh. I would have expected better from a place claiming to be "gourmet" Mexican. I had a sangria, which I was sort of expecting in a wine glass, but it came in one of those frou frou glasses; the only thing lacking for girlie-drink status was the little paper parasol. That said, it was reasonably tasty. They ran a tray of desserts by me that looked like they might have been the product of the French bakery next to my place, but I passed on it, given that I have way too much baklava still here at home.

While I was nibbling on dinner, I made some brief organizational notes for the Brigid flamekeeping book. I'm really very much at the "these are the topics I should probably cover" stage of the whole thing and will probably make several such lists before I get to actually writing anything. This is particularly the case given how in the middle of things I am with research for the Queering the Flame essay.

In other writy news, apparently the Thoth anthology I mentioned last week does currently have an editor and she has taken a peek at the short story I posted here and said she definitely wants it for the anthology when the call for papers is announced, so yay!

I sent off an email to [ profile] lwood about [ profile] dpaxson's book signing at Edge, asking if a time or other details had been arranged so that I can actually pass the word about it. I'm waiting to hear back, probably late tonight or sometime tomorrow. I'll let people know as soon as I do.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Seshat)
A while ago (a year or more, I think) there had been a call out from Neos Alexandria for works of fiction themed around Thoth/Djehuty. The project stumbled, a hard drive crash ate everything the editor had received, and the volume was shelved, unfinished. I'd written a piece for it, which I rather liked, and since the volume hasn't currently got an editor and is effectively in limbo, I thought I'd post it here for folks. This is about the only non-fanfic fiction I've ever written, and it's in an entirely different style than I usually employ.

Anyway, here's the story.

Birth )


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