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May 29th, 2008
08:51 am - Colour the Grey, baby
I belong to a group of magicians called (variously) "N14" and "ColourTheGrey". The goals of the group are many (primarily having to do with magically advancing human rights and new hope without the fear of nuclear war, imminent environmental destruction and the false promise of wealth-in-the-future-brings-happiness), and there are still about 84 members of the email list (which saw several hundred messages per month during the WTO protests of a few years ago).
Today, the ADF Office received this little gem of spam:
Tired? The world is grey? Can't see sunshine?
Take this <spam link removed>
(Girlfriends not attached!)
I've always found spam interesting, really. Here, we have something that promises to open your eyes to colour and sunlight, to enliven you. But, in the end, it's up to you to go out and do something with it (otherwise the girlfriends, I suppose, *would* be attached).
It's the Chaote's truest dream, right there in a little spammy pill offering.
The dreams of N14 are good ones, beautiful things full of colour and life. I know that most people look at Chaos Magic as if it's all just gloom and tentacles, child-like chest-pounding and bird-flipping stick-it's. N14 is what I grew up on as a Chaote, though: it was my deepest magical experience.
Perhaps it's time I write of it more fully, rather than selfishly remembering the glow.
The world needs more Chaotes willing to go the extra mile.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: "The Hangout Gang", -JB
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May 6th, 2008
12:48 pm - Lectures, rites, and festivals . . .
I was fortunate enough to be asked to give a presentation on ADF and Discoridanism yesterday. This meant that I got to talk about two of my favourite things ever during my lunch hour. I was very pleased.
Dr. Urban asked me in to speak on these things to his class, which is doing an entire quarter on "Neo-Paganism, Witchcraft, and Satanism". The next class meeting is on Chaos Magic and Play, and I had a wonderful discussion with the class (well, I enjoyed it. . . I hope they did too. . .)
I'm spending the next few days working with the ADF Dedicant Path Documentation, trying to work up a monthly schedule for Grove Meetings. I'm also working on the outline for the next few Druid Moon rites, since I realized that as I head out to Desert Magic, I'm leaving ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) shawneen_bear and tanrinia without much guidance, and because we're still feeling this out, I want to make sure that we get that guidance in place in the future.
This next rite is a lovely fire ritual, so I'm excited to see what they come up with.
It's odd, but with Desert Magic right around the corner (I literally leave from work tomorrow to go to the airport) I find myself most excited about Summerland coming up in August. . .
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: "Tampico Trauma", -JB
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February 8th, 2008
05:54 pm - Church Crumbling
 I have watched with interest as the UK press has sensationalized comments by Archbishop Rowan Williams recently, particularly with headlines like today's "Archbishop of Canterbury argues for Islamic law in Britain" and the "Archbishop says nativity 'a legend'" (of course, Fox News got in on the fun with that second one, so it's not just the Brits).
What interests me most, though is that something like either of those (which are obviously just completely out of context headlines) would cause some Pagans to leave an organization, if the head of that Org did that.
I imagine that the thought of leaving their church (as an organization) very, very rarely crosses the mind of a Christian, particularly someone born and raised in that faith. Christians seem, in general, far more likely to hold onto their denominational identity than Pagans do. Even in the case of a major break (such as the Anglican Communion has recently experienced, with American churches joining communion with Nigerian churches or the Worldwide Anglican Communion), rarely will they leave their denomination over something so small as a difference in belief, politics, or who gets to be ordained.
Pagans, in general, are an interesting mix of "joiners" and "leavers." We join organizations like they're sweet candy, and we leave them like they're so many wrappers. This may have something to do with the little, tiny ponds we swim in, or it might have more to do with the general protestantism of Neo-Paganism, where every person is their own priest and just as able to contact the divine as the next guy wearing a dress. Whatever it is, it interests me terribly.
If a Pagan church didn't ordain women, the Pagans would leave. If Skip (ADF's Archdruid) said the US should adopt Sharia (or was quoted as saying that), people would get huffy and probably decide ADF wasn't for them (and, of course, probably without asking him about it). I have a feeling, too, that this might also be a percentage sort of thing: 200 people leaving the Anglican Communion is a drop in the bucket compared to 200 people leaving ADF.
It may also be a question of the amount of work someone wants to put into an organization that they feel doesn't match with their path any longer: becoming "unchurched" is a lot harder than not renewing your ADF dues or ceasing to attend coven functions: you actually have to actively work at it (I still get notices from a number of churches I belonged to as a kid, here and there around the Midwest. . . ADF, PSA, and N14 are as easy to stop hearing from as unsubscribing from a mailing list; the Christian churches would take active contact to stop their missives. . . I can't even simply move without them finding me).
Anyway, it's interesting to watch conflict within a church from several angles in several different churches. It could be an interesting spectator sport: "Church Crumbling" is what I imagine it would be called.
I need some popcorn now. . .
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: "Rancho Deluxe", -JB
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July 16th, 2007
06:14 pm - I'm Okay.
Have faith, and you will be okay.
Have faith, and you will be okay.
Have faith, and you will be okay.
There are no words, no words except the ones above, that can describe the complete 180° my life just made.
There's a magical working to be discussed in the very, very, very near future, I think.
My life changed today. And I can, indeed, take credit for it.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/smile.gif) shocked
Current Music: "Landfall", -JB
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February 16th, 2007
10:12 am - Ritual for others, and seeing how it affects me. . .
For the most part, I've never really been in a position to be doing rituals for others. I've always invited them along, or asked them to do a part, or offered to do a part to them (you know, when the situation called for it).
Recently, though, I've found myself in a position where workings and rituals can't be performed by the person who needs it, and so I become their proxy. It's deepening my magical and spiritual work on the one hand, and on the other it's opening my eyes to whole new pantheons and ways of looking at the world.
Recently, I've been working a lot with Irish deities, a group that has never really gotten along well with me (with some notable exceptions). This alone is an interesting experience, but approaching a deity you have never had a relationship with is somewhat strange. I often feel like I should produce a letter of introduction, something from the person who I'm representing, but that's not always possible, either.
But there's no real discomfort, so much as there is real strangeness to it. Fortunately, the Chaote in me thrives on that sort of feeling, and the Priest sort of goes along for the ride. It works out well in the end, I think.
It also may be very helpful that I've worked with some of the weirdest, most indescribably terrifying deities and religions out there. I mean, sure: I'd rather work with Cthulhu than Kali any day, but how scary can Kali really be when you've seen that dream-encrusted eye in R'lyeh open slowly and stare right through you? A bunch of arms and a couple of human skulls ain't got nothin' on that experience.
The process of working for others, though, presents a unique problem that I have always had an eye on: time spent on others reduces time spent on the self. This aspect, in particular, where I am increasing the amount of religious work I do for others, could have a detrimental effect on how much religious work I do for myself.
But, I think, it is awareness of this potential and a strong sense of what I need that will keep me from feeling that effect.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/confused.gif) curious
Current Music: "Dreamsicle", -JB
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January 24th, 2007
11:48 am - Magic and some new DVD's . . . plus some storytelling
 "Come, come to my house," reads one section in the Semitic language that is supposed to be the snake's mother speaking, trying to lure him out of the tomb. In another passage, the snake is addressed as if he is a lover with "Turn aside, O my beloved." Classic, this text is, in terms of magical inscriptions. It may be the oldest text in a Semitic language, and, of course, it's magical.
Of course, the researchers are wild about its age and its connection with pre-Cannanite linguistics, which is all well and good, but it's magic, Baby!
Modern magic isn't like its grandaddy. It's been reformatted in a lot of ways to reflect that moderns don't really feel like they can (or, perhaps, should) affect reality in amazing ways. The ancient world's magic involved such creative things as masquarading as Moses (the greatest of Jewish magicians), pretending to be archangels and commanding the legions of lower-order angels to do piddly tasks, and making women "burn until they come to me." In the above example, the magician masquarades as the snake's mother and then as his lover in order to cause the snakes to leave.
In all, ancient magicians sure talked a lot of shit.
Modern magicians don't really do this. We tend to focus on change on a really small scale (generally within ourselves) or a really amazingly huge scale (e.g. changing the world so that it's got more "positive energy" floating around in it). Our results are not measurable, nor are they often testable. We avoid using magic to find things, obtain love (all the ethical "love spells are bad" dogma is amazing), and hurl fireballs down the street.
We talk in very . . . uncertain terms about what our magic can do, or will do. If asked to measure our success, we often don't produce a lot of tangible evidence, or we dodge the question entirely by saying, "Magic is too important to be used for experimentation."
I sometimes wonder: is this because we have little faith in our magic, or because we are afraid of what might happen if it actually worked?
Or is modern magic just not as strong, useful, or (possibly) egotistical as ancient magic? Which then begs the question: is it then inferior or superior to ancient magic, and can we even make that comparison bear fruit?
( On a totally different subject: Bruce Campbell, Jennifer Garner, and Lewis Carrol. . . )
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: curious
Current Music: "Nautical Wheelers", -JB
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December 15th, 2006
10:38 am - Book shopping for myself and the Grove
Last night, I went to Borders, since the Grove liturgy meeting got canceled.
There, I picked up three things:
- The Dreams in the Witch House and Other Weird Stories by H.P. Lovecraft
- A Moleskine notebook for a project I'm working on
- A blank book to replace (if necessary) our current Grove sign-in books.
The first book, of course, is self-explanitory. The entry I wrote yesterday, along with the amazingly fruitful (and still on-going) discussion in the comments with ferrelux should sum up most everything I have to say about that book.
The second book I picked up because I realized that I really don't journal enough. Part of that is because I never have paper when I want to. What I would like to start doing is taking quick notes that read something like this:
12/15/06; AM
religious: 3
magical: 5
chaos magical: 7
Druidic: 4
Discordian: 2 I want to indicate how I feel, on a scale of 1-10, about my worldview: when is religion, magic, chaos, and any other factor at its highest? Can I chart it over time? Does the cycle vary by time of month, phase of moon, or day of week? If I can grab these vital stats, I think I can get an interesting outlook on things.
The third book stems from the idea that we might have lost our sign-in books for the Grove. Which is mostly okay: they'll turn up, I'm sure, eventually. I'm working on the theory that someone accidentally took them home at the last rite and will bring them back. But rather than see this as a net loss, I want to look at it as a net gain: we can do things we have never done in the past, things that we really ought to be doing. I sent this email to my scribe the other day:
If we are still missing the sign-in books on Saturday, I think I'd like to pick up a new one.
I have just realized that we can turn the loss into an opportunity for growth:
The book should be a sign-in book for each rite, as it has been.
But after each rite, we should pass the book to a) the person who took the omen and have them write out the omen, b) the person who led the rite to write out how they think it went, and c) the SD (or another member if the SD led the rite) to give their impressions.
I think we could get a lot more out of the rites if we did that, plus we'd find ourselves with a solid history.
Presuming, of course, that we didn't lose the damn books again. :) As I was thinking more about this, some things dawned on me: we can generally model it after the Book of Ceaderlight and the Book of Sassafras.
There is a lot going on in my mind now about this, but again, we can turn loss into real gain for the Grove. I'll show the Grove the book I bought on Sunday at the Yule rite. It really is nice and well-bound. Plus, if we ever need to scan it in, it'll lay flat enough to do that.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Music: "Makin' Music for Money", -JB
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December 14th, 2006
01:45 pm - Seeking the Sunset City
Altogether, it was not well to meddle with the Elder Ones; and if they persistently denied all access to the marvelous sunset city, it were better not to seek that city.
-H.P. Lovecraft, The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath I've been reading the stories Lovecraft references in The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath and remembering why the Cthulhu mythos interests me so deeply. This started when I picked up a copy of Phil Hine's Pseudonomicon and started reading again. I like Hine's work, really, even if it is more than a little weird sometimes.
Last night I read Pickman's Model and The Cats of Ulthar. I started on The Other Gods and will likely finish that tonight. Also on the list is Celephais. None of these are long stories (The Cats of Ulthar is the shorest), but I am hoping to understand The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath a bit better through reading them, and perhaps one day seek the sunset city on my own.
I am not sure I can explain why Lovecraft's horrors fascinate me so, but they do, probably because Cthulhu, Yog-sothoth, and Shub Niggaruth are not, to me, "real" entities, but rather embodiments of real things that we as humans have not and never will explain. They are not "real" like my gods are, even when I work directly with (or, as the case is more likely, succumb to) them, which is rare in its own right.
Really, it was Hine's article Cthulhu Madness that sparked this interest. Each step into the mythos creates a thirst for a deeper step. The mythos explains things perfectly: the age of a place, the depths of what humans are capable of, and the raw power of primeval nature. In this mythos, answers are not given. In this mythos, answers are felt. Cthulhu does not bring madness; he brings clarity and perspective that are otherwise inaccessible. It is the clarity and perspective that is gained that others believe to be madness.
I like to think of my interest as more sophistocated than the teenager who buys the paperback Necronomicon and tries to scare his parents or friends with it. I don't know whether it actually is. Working with Lovecraftian mythos is strange, in that it draws you in. The world as Lovecraft describes it doesn't make sense to those outside of it, who never enter it. Slipping into the mythos has been described to me as "stupid", "immature", "poorly thought through", and "frightening."
The thing about the Lovecraftian mythos, though, is that it doesn't have any power over those who don't choose to step into its world. When Lovecraft bumps against your world, you can escape easily, so long as you, personally, don't take that first step into the darkness. It's an easy dismissal, an offhand acknowledgement of its fictive and imature nature. It can be written off as simple stupidity or weirdness. Nothing can force you into the Lovecraftian mythos; indeed, the sanity of Thurber, who viewed Pickman's model, is not truly in danger: he avoided the madness merely by refusing to take that first step.
Entering the mythos is something that is done voluntarily. You cannot and will not be dragged in. In every story, as in every initiation into every mystery, everything begins with a voluntary step.
In other news, perhaps Slepnir was a deer, not a horse?
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/thinking.gif) thoughtful
Current Music: "Nautical Wheelers", -JB
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October 30th, 2006
05:36 pm - There it is.
There's the change I need to make. I can see it clearly.
I've been having trouble with something in particular recently, regarding this paradigm shift I've been working out (details are forthcoming, really).
And today, I saw that I'm afraid of the shift in some ways. In others, I'm not at all. I see its utility and its necessity, and I see the way the shift could go without it, and that's also attractive in its own right.
Esus, guide me to cut the right branches, to cut them the right length, and to cut them with the knowledge that I have to. This shift isn't chaos magic. It's a reunderstanding of myself, a deeper hope, a stronger dream. It is acceptance and strong movement at once. It is like standing in the middle of a violent storm, and seeing all the ways things can go, and knowing you have to choose, that the storm won't stop until you give it direction, that it will continue to consume you.
What makes us happy is not always what is best for us.
What is best for us doesn't always make us happy.
The doors that open match the doors that close, and things move to make sense in ways you never expected.
I know, I'll get some crap for being vague.
But I find it clear. I really do.
And that, alone, is scary. But I've learned nothing in my relationship with Esus if I haven't learned that sometimes, the scary is what you really need to do, because it's the best thing.
The trick is doing the scary stuff right.
That couldn't be me in the gorilla disguise. . .
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: "This Hotel Room", -JB
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October 26th, 2006
05:36 pm - A pocket full of gold coins. . .
Today, I found myself with a pocket full of gold coins.
(This often happens when one leaves the post office.)
A sneaky, mischevious grin tugged at the corners of my mouth and sparkled in my eye as I left, though, because I could think only one thought:
"I am a Chaote, and I have a pocket full of gold coins."
My question to you all, all the people on my flist, is this:
"If you were a Chaote, and you had a pocket full of gold coins, what would you do?"
I'd make it a poll, but something tells me some answers might be longer than 255 characters. . .
(feel free to tell me, too, if this scene seems as . . . dangerous/mischevious/frightening to you as it does to me)
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Presents to Send You", -JB
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October 15th, 2006
02:15 pm - Back to the Waypoint
So yeah: I made it back to Chicago last night.
Now, it's back to Columbus. I guess I am coming back.
On my trip, though, I learned a lot, shifted my paradigm, and brought something back for singingwren.
Sorry, singingwren, but you'll have to wait until I put up an entry tomorrow. . . I have an entry just for you, locked and loaded.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Silver Wings", -JB
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October 4th, 2006
10:21 am - Dreamsicle, and shifts
Tell my story
Pain and glory
Guess my occupation
Free and easy
Warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
The song "Dreamsicle" has always reminded me of deedeehopskotch in particular.
Today, it speaks to me on a deeper level, particularly about things to change, ways to change them, and a paradigm shift I need to make to survive.
And when I chose the current usericon ("Danger: Paradigm shift ahead") last night, I had no idea that I would end up doing just that this morning.
Guess my occupation. . .
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: piratical
Current Music: "Dreamsicle", -JB
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September 12th, 2006
08:03 am - This Entry Does Not Exist.
erienc asked me if I was happy. It was not my answer that scared me, it was the assurance with which I could say it. I was not. And I told her that flat out.
I am exceedingly unhappy right now. There are some central causes of this, and I know what they are. The problem is, the idea of changing those central causes so that they are no longer causing this is making me ever more unhappy.
I'd complain about it and say that I don't know what to do about it, but that's not the case.
I'd like, though, to have the time and the space to work through each issue one at a time, in my own order, as I think they need to be addressed. I don't want offers of help or even to be asked what these causes are. I don't even want to be treated like I'm unhappy. Mostly, I want this journal entry to be written, but to be dead: it doesn't actually exist.
Why do I want to go that route? Why do I want to pretend that things that are so damn real to me just. . . aren't? Because that's how I work through things. I know who I can go to and what I can go to them for, so there's no worries that I am slogging through things alone: I have the best friends, religious community, and family a guy could ask for.
So yeah: this entry isn't here, you aren't reading it, and I'm the same guy when you see me next as when you last saw me.
It isn't a mask of happiness. . . It is happiness you see on my face.
And you know that last statement is true: it's the statement a happy MJD would say, and there's no question of that. MJD's don't live in denial: for us, there is no such place. There is only the reality we live in, and that reality is made up of things we accept.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: busy
Current Music: "Trying to Reason with Hurricane Season", -JB
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September 1st, 2006
01:46 am - From my scratchpad
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Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/wink.gif) weird
Current Music: "Wonder Why We Ever Go Home", -JB
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June 27th, 2006
11:35 am - divination, anyone?
"No, Solomon, it was a good dream. But the game wasn't over."
"It never is," Solomon said. "So let's go to work."-A Salty Piece of Land, p. 179 Today's Buffett Oracle is as follows: 140. Once you see that no one really wins, then the magic begins.
My random Chaos Working for the day is "Today or tomorrow, find a way to meet someone new. Learn something interesting about that person, believing that there is no such thing as a boring person."
And I'm thinking about a baseball game.
I think that today's agenda is obvious to me.
I would really like to add in another oracle. I'm on the lookout for one to put in. Anyone got ideas of where to find one, or perhaps an oracle I can create on my own? I have a runic one in the works, but it's proving more difficult than I'd hoped.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Love in Decline", -JB
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June 14th, 2006
11:43 am - CM Gen updated
In the past two days, partially thanks to singingwren, I've updated the Chaos Working Generator on my site with about 20 or 25 new workings.
Enjoy :)
Oh, yeah: and I'm working on my own variant of The Star Ruby, to go with my Variant of the Gnostic Thunderbolt. Mostly just for fun.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Peanut Butter Conspiracy", -JB
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June 12th, 2006
12:01 am - A little madness now and then. . .
I know what Lovecraft heard. I heard it, too. It spoke to me on the rocks as I stood above the Atlantic, waves breaking fifteen feet below. I heard the Call.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: refreshed
Current Music: "Come Monday", - JB
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May 2nd, 2006
08:16 am - Get out and vote!
Anyone know a good spell for cleansing?
I had to declare a political party when I went in to vote. I'd like to banish the bad mojo that I can feel hanging around me.
I feel all. . . dirty now.
*shivers*
Please provide any banishing spells in the comments. . . Tongues that rest firmly in a cheek are more than welcome :)
Remember, people with "I Voted" stickers are officially sexy, in my book.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/classic/sad.gif) dirty
Current Music: "Today's Message", -JB
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April 10th, 2006
01:23 pm - Focused Intent
Today's lesson is in focused intent.
When I left for lunch, wandering down toward the Union, I realized that, while I had my copy of OL to proof, I didn't have anything to write down corrections. Too far from my office to go back and not near enough to High Street to go buy a pen, I remembered an exercise from Prometheus Rising designed to show you that reality can changed simply by believing that things could occur.
This particular exercise involved believing that you'd find quarters every time you went out on the street. By visualizing, believing, and seeking, you would notice a higher number of coins than usual, and I believe that RAW left it up to us to decide whether there actually were more coins or whether you were just noticing more of the ones that were already there.
I took this particular exercise and modified it a bit, seeking to find a writing instrument before I made it to the Union. I visualized my empty pocket having a generic writing utensil in it, and visualized writing with one.
I wasn't too picky about what kind of writing utensil I'd find: a pen, pencil, or crayon would be fine: just something I could underline and circle stuff with.
About midway across the Oval, I found my writing utensil, but I also found out just how dumb it was not to focus your intent properly.
There, lying in the grass, was a big, fat, pink piece of sidewalk chalk.
Not very useful for proofreading and marking up paper.
I gave the chalk a kick and re-evaluated my intent. Now, I wanted a pen. And I had half as much time as I did to find the chalk, because I was over halfway to the Union. So I continued to visualize and think and look.
I crossed College Ave., and as I rounded the last corner to the Union, I noticed something in the dirt: a black and grey pen with little UPS symbols in red. I picked it up, dusted it off, and scribbled in a corner of my OL copy.
And it wrote. In solid, bold ink.
I thought about my intentions, and the focus I had on them, and realized that sometimes, you need to enchant for exactly what you want, not a ballpark idea. Sometimes, no matter how little you care about exactly what you get, you realise once you have it that what you got doesn't do what you want.
So if you want it, be clear, or you simply won't get it.
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Honey Do", -JB
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April 7th, 2006
04:54 pm - Thinkin' about women
I spent my lunch hour sleeping out on a bench in front of Baker. I was, honestly, truly, totally going to study up on amulets for my presentation at Desert Magic. . . One can never know enough about a subject like amulets.
Instead, though, I spent my hour lying on the bench, snoozing and daydreaming. I daydreamed about lots of things, but none of the things I daydreamed about were related to my amulets workshop, even though my "pillow" was a copy of the Greek Magical Papyri in Translation. (We're praying for osmosis here.)
These daydreams were, I think, entirely related to women: ones I know, ones I'd like to get to know better, and ones I just don't know enough about. Then, of course, there are the women that I cannot stop thinking about. I imagine some of those women might be surprised at how much I think about 'em, what they mean to me, and how they mean it. :)
When I think of my friends, most guys walk into my mind, hang out, and leave. Girls, well, they hang around and make themselves comfortable. I should explain that better some other time.
It doesn't help that I saw someone I wish I'd asked out 8 years ago today. That's probably the central reason for the thought process.
But for now, that particular bit of information is staying under my hat. I'm very busy at work. (Fortunately, true to form, everything after this sentence was written before I came to work today, though some editing has been done in the few minutes of downtime I get.)
( Thinking about women and dating )
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Gypsies in the Palace", -JB
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