erynn: Gaelic merman image (OBEY THE FIST!)
I had a good session with my shrink today and got a lot of angry flailing done. The reason I had a lot of angry flailing was because the neurology clinic called me up a little after 1pm and said "oh the doc who is seeing you wants to see one of her regular patients instead so can you come in tomorrow at 10am to see a different doc?" If it had been a medical emergency, I might understand, but it was not in any way presented as that. I explained in great detail that I had zero control over my own transportation and that rescheduling with no notice at all like this was impossible because it involved not just me but whoever it was that was supposed to be driving me to the VA. And that one of the friends who drives me to these things had his car break down so I did not have alternative transport. And that I lived in Everett. And that I'd had to sell my fucking car because I can no longer drive myself. We will not even mention how neither I nor the people who drive me everywhere are morning people.

I told them that if they'd called me last week about rescheduling I might actually have been able to do something about it. The clerk mumbled and said they'd see what could be done and they'd get back to me. After I finished up at the travel office at about 4:15 this afternoon, I called the neurology clinic and the clerk said "oh, yeah, well we've left the appointment at 2pm." Nice of them to let me know.

There was a great deal of fury and rage, but things are back to what passes for normal and I won't have to wait another couple of months to get into neurology. The doc, however, is going to hear from me when I see her tomorrow. They insist that we are supposed to give them 24 hours notice if we are not coming or if we need to change our appointment. I did not get even that much time. I don't care if she sees me and does an evaluation and passes me on to somebody else, but I could not just drop things and go "oh yeah, I will now disrupt the life of the person who is doing me a huge favor by driving me 25 miles to come to this appointment on no notice, thank you very much."

Aside from that, I barely made it to my shrink appointment on time, and there was some kerfuffle about getting me home after the appointment that meant I took the 510 bus from downtown Seattle so that I would not be arriving here after midnight instead of the usual time. Anyway I got home about 7:30 and tried to deal with my woozy head. Nothing else got done today, but at least I managed to get through the day.

So anyway, tomorrow is neurology at 2pm, and then there will be a Bach lute concert in the evening. Maybe Friday I will get some more packing and some writing done.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Ogma)
I spent a goodly chunk of this evening delving about in books, looking up potential healing deities and other figures, and found quite a number listed here and there. I'm still chasing down some others. I found a note that may be of interest to [ profile] alfrecht and will be typing up a quick quote and sending it off to him in a little bit.

In pursuit of some of my research I have had cause to attempt to read Táin Bó Flidhais: "The Mayo Táin" by Stephen Dunford. I have a sneaking suspicion that he stabbed a thesaurus and let it bleed out onto the pages. It isn't pretty. It gets the story across, but his language is labored and not at all imitative of Early and Middle Irish tales. He cannot resist using some verbal detritus or other when a simple (or even a poetic) word will do. Here, for your delectation, is a sample sentence from this overwrought monstrosity:

Then, as her bosom throbbed and heaved with the quick deleterious pulsation and palsy of grief, and with her fair and beautiful face blanched with streaming tears, her ululating yowls of lamentation echoing united and multitudinous across the landscape, falling and rising in lingering cadences, Flidhais commenced a doleful and remorseful dirge in which she ruefully recalled and recounted every worthy action of her deceased husband and of his hallowed and atavistic progenitors.

As you can see, not much to recommend this version. It is, mercifully, slim.

[ profile] gra_is_stor's mom and one of her sisters will be in town shortly. Her mom may come to the Abney Park show with us tomorrow, and they will both probably join us on Sunday for the bad movie festival. We'll be viewing the two Dr Phibes movies and Mars Attacks. It should be fun.

Dishes were done. Food was had. Research was compiled. All in all, not a bad day.


Sep. 12th, 2012 01:27 am
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Erynn Steampunk2)
Today was mostly just hanging out doing a little fic writing. I did go over to the AFK tonight; they had venison stew as their special and are going to start doing Tuesdays as their Epic Request nights. Meanwhile, the Air Krakens are talking about finding a different, less noisy, less expensive venue for Tuesday nights. We'll probably do our first experiment with a new place sometime next month, after we've got an idea what people are looking for. We have one suggestion for a place already, so we can start our search there.

Today's mail brought a bill from UW Physicians, who are supposed to send my bill directly to the VA. I've scribbled a note to that effect on the bill and am sending it back to them. I'm not their messenger. I've talked to them about this repeatedly. If they want their money, they can damned well send it to the appropriate address.

Tomorrow I should be able to finish up the outline and notes for the EBC presentation. I need to send off a note to the Steamrats list about the EBC, because I'm pretty certain that at least some of the folks on the list might be interested in attending. I know several of the folks at the AFK this evening were.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (gir explode)
From Leon and Allen:

Dear Fellow Travelers,


Monday June 11, 2012, 7 pm at TRAVELERS – 501 East Pine St.

News has been trickling in that our shop on Capitol Hill has been leased out from under us. Posts are appearing on Gamma Ray Games’ Facebook page, and on the Capitol Hill Blog, that they will be opening in our current space in mid-August. Naturally, I have heard nothing of this from our Landlord yet, but I have little doubt it is true. It looks as if this is the last month for TRAVELERS at 501 East Pine. The question is:


We are calling a meeting, on Monday at 7pm, of the TRAVELERS “family” (you know who you are), all those who love us and want to help TRAVELERS get through the current crisis and go forward. We need volunteers, especially if you can work at least one four-hour shift, one day a week, over the next month. We need to make some money. There are lots of things to do: production, cleaning, kitchen and counter service. We’ll also need help getting everything out of the space, moving it somewhere, cleaning up.

If we only have one month, let’s make it a great month! I’d love to see all the friends, fans and devotees we’ve accumulated over the years stop by. I hope our past employees will come by too, to reminisce about some of the great things that have gone on within these walls. And spend some money while you’re here! We have lots of bills to pay, and we still have lots of amazing things. We may schedule some last event or two, as well, before we bid adieu, so stay tuned… this isn’t over yet.


When I think of all the great things we have done in out 14½ years here, I know we have lots to be proud of. TRAVELERS has been a wonderful place, full of wonderful things. But most important it has been filled with wonderful people. It seemed for years that all roads led to TRAVELERS. We’ve had visits by great spiritual leaders, amazing concerts and performances, brilliant lectures, workshops, art exhibits, and even fashion shows. My mind boggles at all the awesome people it has been our honor and our great pleasure to host. And we have had the opportunity to show our own art, to do public rituals, to cook for you. We never made much money, but in all other ways it has been a huge success. Thank you for being a part of all this and for your support over the years.

Om Namah Shivaya!

Allen and Leon

TRAVELERS TEA CO. – 501 E. PINE STREET – (206) 329-6260 (at least for now)

TRAVELERS THALI HOUSE – 2524 BEACON AVE. S. – (206) 329-1465

This evening I did an IRC chat with the Sisterhood of Avalon folks. It was so much better this time, being able to actually have the tech work properly. There were, at the time when the most people were in, about 20 people there, and some really excellent questions were asked, with good discussion had. I hope that someone has a transcript - if they do I'll see about sharing it, though I can't promise I'll be able to, given this was a SoA chat. I had a really lovely time and it was a great group of women in attendance. Many thanks to [ profile] vyviane for organizing this, particularly at such short notice.

I got email from [ profile] joyful_storm about the pilgrimage and sent her the more detailed itinerary and some of the info I've been collecting about the places, book recommendations, and whatnot that I've been sharing with the pilgrimage list, and she decided she's going to be coming with us. Time has suddenly opened up in her schedule so that she can do this and I'm so very excited to be able to travel with her! It'll be great to have someone from home along with me for that part of the trip. I'm delighted to have a couple of my very favorite people (her and [ profile] ogam) coming along!

Once I got all that stuff settled, I finally write a draft of the opening ritual at the older Brigid's well, involving water, fire, and our meditations with ogam and the three cauldrons. I've sent the draft off to [ profile] vyviane and Jhenah for their approval or edits. We shall see what they have to say.

If I'm sufficiently together tomorrow, I'm going to see about taking Garuda for his oil change, and getting a haircut. I hate how it's all down in my eyes now. It's very very annoying. And Garuda needs the oil change before I head for California.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Failure TRex)
I had Comcast come in and do an installation again. The modem I bought didn't work so I'll take it back to BestBuy and get a new one that should. I'm currently using the Comcast-provided one for a few days. The installer called and was able to come a couple of hours early, but that was unfortunately overshadowed by the fact that I CANNOT SEND SEANET EMAIL FROM MY COMPUTER over Comcast. I spent two hours on the phone with Comcast tech and half an hour or so with Seanet's tech, and nothing is working. I can still happily send emails over the AT&T wireless, but I can't send anything out either hardwired into the Comcast modem or via the wireless router. I'm extremely frustrated by this.

The Comcast tech is supposed to call me back on Saturday (the first day that he's there and I'm actually home while he's in the office) to see about doing more troubleshooting, but we have tried everything. I'm not at all angry with him; he went above and beyond in terms of trying different things in order to help me figure out what the hell is happening here and nothing was working. He was awesome. Sadly, it is definitely a Comcast issue, because I didn't have any trouble sending out email until the Comcast internet was installed. We shall see what happens. If it doesn't work, I'm going to be getting something out of them as a concession for having to use a different wireless account to send email from the email account I've had since 1995 that has never failed me before.

Because of all the time I spent with tech support today, I wasn't able to go for my walk around the lake. It was raining most of the day, though, so I'm not too awfully perturbed, but I do want to make a habit of it.

At about 6:40 I headed over to the AFK and hung out there. One of the Air Krakens came by for a little while, but I spent most of my time talking with Drew and one of the cooks. It was a really pleasant evening, and I must say that on a stressful day, the application of a little alcohol sometimes helps. I do feel much better having had a couple of drinks and will dive back into stress and stupidity on Saturday.

Yesterday's research netted me a street view of the entryway to the campsite I'll be staying at on the Isle of Man, as well as a view of the location for the web cafe in Douglas. I'm feeling more confident being able to have a look around before I go there. While, on the one hand, satellite surveillance is awfully creepy for a lot of reasons, the ability to have the same view as someone standing in the street to look at the entry of a business or the driveway of a campsite half a world away before I actually go there is so immensely helpful. It's weird how tech can be at the same time both wonderful and terrifying.

[ profile] gra_is_stor is here for the evening after her band practice. She's got to pick up an out of town friend tomorrow at the airport at 11, so she'll be leaving before I do tomorrow. She did say, though, that since I picked up the tab for Saturday's showing of Metropolis, she would be willing to spring for tickets to the 70th anniversary showing of Casablanca on Thursday. It's showing at 3 or 4 cinemas around the area, but it's being shown nationwide Thursday evening at 7pm with commentary and behind-the-scenes stuff, sponsored by Turner Classic Movies. It'll probably be pretty cool. She thinks her friend might be willing to come with us, so that would be really nice to see it with them.

Tomorrow, along with shrinkage, is Irish class and there might be further pummeling from Patrick. If that's the case, I hope it doesn't do a number on my shoulder again, like it did last week.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Eggplant)
I tried to post this last night but the intertubes failed me. I will now attempt to reconstruct what I posted because most of this thing was eaten by the Aether Elves.

Overall, the day was a really good one. I got my neck cracked, which helped with the headaches but didn't do much for the shoulders and some particular spots in my neck. Conversations were had with many friends and acquaintances. I went to the Pagans and Media panel, which mostly wasn't actually about media issues at all but rather talked around the Z and transphobia controversy from last year's con.

I grabbed a meal with Gus, had lunch with Vyviane and Jhenah where we planned our day by day itinerary for the pilgrimage, and had dinner with about 10 of my friends and new acquaintainces after the end of [ profile] alfrecht's final workshop of the night.

My own Brigid and Sarasvati workshop went very well, with lots of good questions and discussion. Sadly, my experience was a bit marred by a woman who came up to me afterward; she asked initially if I taught anywhere. I said that I only taught at Pagan events because I didn't have any degrees. That question led to the inevitable question of what I actually do for a living. I noted I live on a VA disability pension, whereupon she declared "you don't look disabled." Things rather went downhill from there, resulting in her insisting that my fibro would go away if I would just have a good cry about 15 times a day and let out all that emotional stress. She was standing way too close and in my face about it, which was making me uncomfortable on top of her wrongheaded insistence that weeping was some sort of miracle cure. She also had the temerity to demand several times that I stand and deliver poetry to her because if I write it, I must be able to instantly produce it or that I had my entire corpus of poems memorized.

I may be a fili in the sense that I am a poet working, in a sense, within the early Gaelic tradition, but that doesn't mean I do on-demand extemporaneous poems for random strangers who have been offending me. It's a much more complicated process than that. There was, of course, also the "I know you better than you know yourself" moment in our conversation where she insisted that I was about to cry and should just let it out -- she could see it behind my eyes and would be oh so honored if I'd release all that emotion in front of her.

The only emotion I was trying not to release at that time was a boot to the fucking head.

When we had to vacate the room for the next setup, she asked if she could have dinner with me and I told her, entirely truthfully, that I was going to another session right afterwards ([ profile] alfrecht's queer Celtic deities session) that happened to be right there as the next session in the same room.

Dinner was, happily, taken up with good friends and a talk with a young Marine from San Diego whom Tagh had been telling about some of my/our work in the Seattle community regarding the warrior rituals and the geilt phenomenon. That, and a concurrent discussion of Pagan history and such, went on until about 2:30am, whereupon I decamped to my room.

This morning, checkout, then going to [ profile] finnchuill's session on Immram, Echtra, and Aisling.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (d'oh!)
I'm still feeling like absolute crap. [ 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 [ 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 (d'oh!)
I think that kind of describes my entire day.

I woke to the news of a $250+ repair for my heater. I found out my wireless was dead. I spent an hour on the phone with ATT and left the house late for my appointment at the VA. I got there just barely on time, after having had to route around a traffic jam. I dashed into the group room panting for breath and frazzled to a pip.

After I got out of the group, I didn't bother to go to the travel office. It would have been too awful to contemplate. I went to Kaladi Brothers and used their internet to post the fic I'd been working on after I caught up with my email. That took me most of an hour, and I finished just in time to run to Greenwood for the CR schmooze business meeting. Where two people were an hour late, but that was okay because I needed time to catch my breath.

After the meeting, I took the DoDC+3 out, downed some leftovers (I'd had two cups of tea, a cup of herbal tea and a scone all day) and headed out to deal with the rest of my intertubes over at the AFK. Where bad karaoke is taking place. I'm done with the stuff I needed to do. I had something actually dinnerlike and a pint of Blackthorn. I'm doing a little better now and getting ready to head home.

I'll probably be back here for at least a little while tomorrow to check email and cope with the world online, but plan on taking advantage of my enforced intertubes fast by working on my stuff for PantheaCon and making some edits to the Imbolc ritual as discussed at the meeting tonight.

Snow is apparently expected in the Seattle area tonight/tomorrow, from what I've heard. It's currently 34f in Everett. I'm hoping the white stuff won't come down. Ugh. That would be sucktastic.

And now, home again. I hope your day was a hella lot better than mine was.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Orpheus Oh Noes!)
I'm at Kaladi Brothers using theirs. My wireless thingummy died a miserable death. ATT is sending me a new one. It'll be here in a day or two, as I paid $15 for the St. Expedite service.

The heater guy called. The replacement is going to cost me over $250. I can't afford that right now, but thankfully the place can still be heated without it, no problem. It will wait.

If you don't hear from me for a couple of days, it's because I haven't been able to get somewhere with tubes.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Bowie's disappointed in you)
Once again, my aethertubes have had complete fail at home. I am at the AFK messing about with stuff that I have to be online to do, before heading back home to attempt something vaguely resembling sleep, given that I have my VA spirituality group tomorrow.

I was informed that [ profile] gra_is_stor now has actual inhabitable furniture at her place, so there will be somewhere comfy to sit instead of perching on really awkward folding chairs or wooden bar stools. This will be happymaking and I will be making the acquaintance of said furniture tomorrow after group. Also, turkey day will be at chez [ profile] gra_is_stor.

The weather today was rainy but not nearly as cold as yesterday. Garuda didn't get frosted over, for instance. I left about half an hour early for my yoga group because one can never be certain how traffic will react in the rain. It was fine, though, thankfully, and I got there in about the usual amount of time. Shrinkage was also today. It was suggested that I might want to talk to my meds doc, as I've been having depressive jags much more frequently recently than has been my usual and Tracy said it might be useful to consider an increase during the winter and dipping back down to current dosage once the weather turns good again, or at least when the time change goes back to more light. This will necessitate a visit to the outpatient PTSD clinic to request a new meds doc, given that mine has departed the VA as of a few months back. I believe I was assigned a new one, but I haven't seen her yet. It's probably about time, and I may well be due for another liver function test just in case.

After the VA, I dropped into Travelers, where I was joined by [ profile] gra_is_stor and then by Jeff and eventually by Charles, though they weren't all in the same place at the same time. There were some conversations about the schmooze and about ritual and whatnot. I'm going to try working on some stuff regarding the juniper use in the group sometime soon, I think.

PantheaCon is starting to announce names of presenters publicly, though beyond that, we're not really supposed to say anything regarding either the sessions or the schedule. They'll let us know when we can do that. I'm kind of confused this year, given that they're announcing things publicly but not wanting us to do the same. Anyway, I'm complying.

Scribbly bits on fic continue apace.
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 [ 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, [ 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 (Feminist dialectic brings 'em)
Scott Olsen, a young Iraq war vet, and a member of Veterans for Peace and Iraq Veterans Against the War, was shot in the head at close range by police with a tear gas canister. He is currently in the hospital with a skull fracture and swelling in his brain. This young man came through two tours in Iraq and was violently assaulted by police while peacefully protesting.

There are stories and video at the following links:

The Bay Citizen

Huffington Post

The New Civil Rights Movement

The Guardian (UK)

In other, unsurprising news, Google reports that from January to June this year, they received at least one request from US law enforcement agencies to remove videos of police brutality. Given the protests that began a month ago, I expect we will see more of these requests happening.

We are having our rights to free assembly removed from us. We are being subjected to unlawful search and seizure at airports when we fly -- an Air Force veteran reports that she was harassed and injured by TSA agents for reading the constitution while being subjected to a search. The rights and protections that our parents and grandparents and great-grandparents fought and sometimes died for in the unions in the 30s and the civil rights movements of the 60s -- a 40 hour work week, health and safety regulations, overtime pay, the right to organize, minimum wage, privacy, safe and legal abortions, birth control -- are being stolen from us. The infrastructure of roads, bridges, schools, parks, and other public works are crumbling and not being repaired or maintained. Environmental protections set up in the 60s and 70s are being dismantled.

Is this really the government we want?

It's not the one I want.

This is what the end of an empire looks like, folks. This is the world we are giving to our kids and their kids. Think about that. Then think about what you can do to change it.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (ow. Robertson Davies)
I didn't do an entry last night because I crashed really early -- about maybe 10pm. I'd been aching too much for tango, though I did get down to Seattle to talk to the class at the alternative school. The kids were interested and asked a lot of questions, which was nice. The time went by quite quickly. I grabbed lunch with the teacher just before class at a restaurant half a block away; the I District is good for that. Restaurants everywhere. I talked about things like the differences between CR and druidism, about Paganism generally, about CR cosmologies and polytheism and animism. I talked a little about the four major holidays that most of us celebrate, and how some people do other holidays as well, and what some of those holidays entail. I discussed a few of the deities, and talked about some of the stories, and how the stories and archaeology and history and law texts and a bunch of other sources inform our practice, from the ways we do ritual to what we value as virtuous.

I headed up to Cap Hill after class, wanting to beat most of the traffic. It didn't take too long to get there. I hung out at Travelers for a bit to meet a couple of writers I met via twitter, and had a nice, though too brief, conversation with them. Just as I was getting ready to text [ profile] gra_is_stor to let her know I was heading up to her place, [ profile] nathan_fhtagn popped in to grab a cup of chai and hung out to talk with me for about twenty minutes. He'd just got back from a show in Massachusetts with Abney Park. We talked about music and the state of the world and how we decide what makes life meaningful. He says when he's done making music, he'll probably be a high school music teacher; I think it's an admirable thing to do.

When I got up to [ profile] gra_is_stor's place, we hung out there for a while with her roommate and played a card game, then headed back up to my place. I'll be bringing her back down to Seattle on Saturday night, when we go to one of her friend's birthday party in the south end of Seattle. It should be after most of the traffic craziness. Seattle has everything from an AIDS walk to university and professional football games to an Oktoberfest to Obama visiting this weekend and it's going to be absolutely insane trying to get anywhere during daylight hours.

It's back to hot, summery weather (sunny and about 80-ish) today. Last night was much warmer outside than I had expected when I had to drag my carcass out of bed to walk the dog about 3am. I have to walk down to the store in a little while to get a bag of doggie kibble for the DoDC+3, but I'll take it slow.

I have an appointment for the exterminator to come out and deal with ant things next Tuesday afternoon. The Comcast check never arrived and when I called the company, they told me I might get it by the beginning of October, which basically means the guy on the phone who promised it to me by yesterday was lying through his teeth. The bill for my annual tit squish was sent to me instead of the VA, so I also had to call the clinic and have them straighten that out. I can just toss the bill, because they will generate a new one and send it off to the VA for me, so that's taken care of at least.

On the "that's cool" side of things, Copper Canyon Press and Elliot Bay Books are sponsoring a reading by a couple of poets from China for a release of an anthology of contemporary Chinese poetry Thursday the 29th at 7pm at the Seattle Asian Art Museum. It looks like it should be fun and interesting. Poets Xi Chuan and Zhou Zan will be kicking off a six-city tour here that evening. Locations aside from Seattle are in Port Townsend, WA (the home of Copper Canyon Press), Chicago, Iowa City, New York City, and Washington, DC. The reading is free, so if you're in the area and you like poetry, you might consider attending.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (writy pooped)
I finally got to bed last night at about 6am. Got up about 3pm feeling like a week-dead flounder. Said fishy state continues apace.

My capacity to give a fuck about anything right now is riding at about absolute zero kelvin.

That is all.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Bowie's disappointed in you)
In doing a google on my ogam book, I found that there are about half a dozen torrents for downloading it. I have no idea if any of the files are actually complete, but I've emailed the service where my book is allegedly being hosted and asked them to remove the files, as well as emailing Storm and [ profile] lupabitch to alert them to the situation.

It's not like I make a lot of money on this. If you value small presses and good quality work, please don't download small press books from sites like this. I didn't authorize this, nor did my publisher. Everyone's struggling in this economy and even a few actual book sales help a lot.

ETA: [ profile] lupabitch says the files are all viruses and other electronic ickies, as are the other Immanion/Megalithica titles she found there. Sadly, a Polish website has got one of her books uploaded. I think she's waiting for a resolution on that one.
erynn: Gaelic merman image (Navy seal)
I wrote up a further discussion of DADT and the hypocrisy of Sec. State Hillary Clinton offering a video statement for "It Gets Better" on a day intended to show solidarity with queer youth. You can find it here.
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.


Jan. 21st, 2009 02:22 am
erynn: Gaelic merman image (cthulhu ONOES!)
Apparently, according to Stevie Akins o' That Ilk, racist wanker and author of Lebor Feasa Runda, I'm an "uber-dyke." Damn, and here I thought being married to guys three times and liking men as well as women disqualified me from the running.

This was back in December. I'm doing insomnia again and was ego-Googling. I found it on like page 29 of my browsing. I'm still laughing. Uber-dyke. *snerk* If I was an uber-dyke, I should think I'd be getting a hell of a lot more dates with the ladies of my acquaintance.

*snuggles [ profile] lwood*
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Ah, the folly in some people's lives. Apparently Clannada na Gadelica, formerly famous for lovely attitudes including racism, virulent anti-feminism, and other idiocy, are now attempting to claim they own the "copyright" to the word Brythonic. My, that's going to be news to scholars and copyright attorneys the world over, given that you cannot copyright a word or a short phrase like a title. They've sent a couple of menacing "cease and desist" orders to a druidic website that was soliciting for articles on Brythonic topics and it's just getting crazier. Given that they claim to be "Gaelic Traditionalists" I wonder why they think they have claim to anything Brythonic at all, it being the wrong linguistic and cultural grouping.
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[ profile] alfrecht and I went down to Seattle yesterday where we engaged in a successful Táin Leabhar Suzzallo. I got a lot of stair climbing exercise, which I'm in desperate need of as my imperialist expansion continues apace. After that we headed off to Travelers for an evening meditation/breathwork class. How not to sell a meditation course... )


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