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April 28th, 2009


07:15 pm - *speechless*
Holy crap. I just located a copy of an article by Anne Ross called "Esus Et Les Trios <<Grues>>" in Études Celtique 1960. . . Yes, that's "Esus and the Three Cranes." Not only does it contain a photo of the other side of the Esus relief at Trier, but it also includes another set of reliefs and pieces that she thinks are relevant.

Of course, I will have to translate the French before I can figure out what the hell she's talking about, but holy crap. . .

And I was just trying (and failing) to locate a suggested article from [info]Ceisiwr Serith when I stumbled on this!
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Current Music: "Southern Cross", -JB

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February 12th, 2009


09:33 am - Magical Girdles and Herculean Labours
Some may recall that I located a reference to a Roman military belt that is fitted with gold plates depicting the deeds of Hercules in a German text. I have had a thing for the Twelve Labours since I found statutes of eight of them at the Hofburg Imperial Palace in Vienna in 2005.

Well, I've located the plates and, indeed, they're clearly Hercules (as a matter of note, I prefer the name "Heracles," but this is a Roman belt, after all. . .).

Roman Hercules Belt


Clearly depicted are Cerberus (who I prefer to call "Spot"), the Stag, and the Girdle. I don't believe there's enough of the lower-left piece to figure out which one it might be, though since the guy holding the club doesn't appear to be wearing a lion skin, perhaps it's the Nemean Lion (a Labour that would make sense on a soldier's belt).

I can just imagine the feeling of power this soldier must have felt, wearing this belt into battle. It was like he was enacting the mythic drama of Hercules, and I suspect that the belt also reminded him that the duty of being a soldier was not without labour and work, as well, but that even the most basic task could be heroic, if done by the right person. It's a fabulous piece, and I wish more if it were still intact.

I love my library system here at OSU.

Pics from Vienna behind the cut )
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Current Mood: awake
Current Music: "Rancho Deluxe", -JB

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September 10th, 2008


06:35 pm - Ooh, a reason to check out a book written in German. . .
Apparently, there is a Roman military belt that is fitted with gold plates depicting the deeds of Hercules, found in a Germanic cemetery at Kemnitz. And I'm pretty sure there's a picture.

I think I can find it in the following source:

Geisler, H., 1973: Ein Adelsgrab auf dem germanischen Urnengräbergeld bei Kemnitz, Kr. Potsdam-Land, Zeitschrift für Archäologie 7, 279-298.
So, of course, I've ordered it from the library.

I'm really curious to see how it looks, to find out how it was done. I certainly hope that there are pictures of this thing.

Yeah, these are the kind of things that excite me.
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Current Mood: [mood icon] calm
Current Music: "Volcano", -JB

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August 29th, 2008


02:27 pm - Oh, so that's what suffrage was about!
"I am especially proud to say, in the week we celebrate the anniversary of women's suffrage, [she is] a devoted wife and a mother of five."
    -Senator McCain, about Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin

Between 6:30 and 7:00 minutes into this video.

I didn't know suffrage was about being devoted to your husband and popping out babies. . .
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Current Mood: [mood icon] blank
Current Music: "Duke's on Sunday", -JB

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10:10 am - Discordians on ID, the lost Principia, and the JFK assasination!
Years before Creationism became Intelligent Design and began to fill the heads of our children with unscientific rot that masqueraded as science, Discordians were fighting the good fight against ID with their own myths and stories.

There is a copy of the Principia Discordia in the JFK Collection from the HSCA. It was placed there because one of the founders of Discordianism, Thornley, was investigated as part of the conspiracy to kill JFK (by virtue of having served with Oswald and writing two books on him. . . one of those books being written before the assassination).

It's an old edition, one that contains the myth that was supposed to precede Starbuck's Pebbles in the Principia, but was somehow left out. This edition is something like the Dead Sea Scrolls or the Nag Hammadi library of Discordianism, and I'll bet that very few of you even knew it existed. Honestly, almost no Discordians had ever seen these writings until the HSCA files were declassified in 1992, and it took a few years beyond that for Rev. [info]drjon to dig it out.

Even the title is different. Discordians, of course, know their holy book as "The Principia Discordia: Or, How I Found the Goddess and What I Did To Her When I Found Her". The title of this version of the Principia is, "The Principia Discordia: Or, How the West Was Lost."

For those interested, though, please take a few minutes to peruse the complete scan (minus two pages that simply do not exist) of this original~ish Principia Discordia.

And, because we *all* need to read the original myth that went along with Starbuck's Pebbles that debunks ID in a religious context. . . read on! )
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Current Music: "Take Another Road", -JB

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April 2nd, 2008


08:45 am - The Fire on Our Hearth - A Devotional of Three Cranes Grove, ADF
The Fire on Our Hearth - A Devotional of Three Cranes Grove, ADFThree Cranes Grove, ADF, is proud to release our first book, entitled The Fire on Our Hearth - A Devotional of Three Cranes Grove, ADF.

Thirteen different people are represented in the pages of this book, only three of whom are not current Grove members. The first sixty pages are prayers for all occasions (the bulk of which are original to this book, though a couple have been published elsewhere). There are also eight chants that were created by Three Cranes members which are not on the ADF website or available through other means.

Significant events from our history are recorded, too: not only in our Grove poem, "Clutiā Trion Garanonon," but also in the evocations and rituals included: the poetic drama of last year's ComFest, the Ritual for Healing after Hurricane Katrina, the prayers to Belenos at Summerset, and our Grove Inception Statement are all included.

Prayers don't only appear in English, either: there are a few prayers in Latin and a couple in Spanish, too (translations provided)! There's also a table for translation of the Coligny Calendar month names into English.

In short, The Fire on Our Hearth does an excellent job of capturing the Voice of Three Cranes.

Rev. Kirk Thomas, ADF's Vice Archdruid, supplied us with a marvelous quote for the back of the book, saying, "This is a great book for solitaries, new Groves and Protogroves interested in investigating new rites and traditions for their personal and grove practices." He also informs me that he has submitted a review to Oak Leaves!

You can purchase The Fire on Our Hearth at the Three Cranes CafePress site, or via this direct link. We expect to bring copies to the ADF Festivals that Cranes attend, too, but don't wait: get them while they're hot!

The book is $16.99 from CafePress. Please do help support our Grove: the profit from this book all goes back to the Grove for ritual space rentals, ritual gear purchases, and all those little things that just aren't free when you're running a church. And thank you in advance for your support, as well!

This book is not available on my CafePress site, but only on the Grove's CafePress site.
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Current Music: "Coconut Telegraph", -JB

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October 25th, 2007


09:46 am - Walking the Path Again: Virtues (courage)
There is a page about lost, stolen, or destroyed Victoria Cross medals (the UK's equivalent to the Congressional Medal of Honor). One in particular caught my eye:

"The loss of Samuel Harvey's Victoria Cross in the 1920s are variously believed to be: swapped for beer in a pub; lost in a wood near Ipswich whilst returning home from a pub; or possibly Harvey sold his Victoria Cross privately. There have been no sightings of the VC since."

I guess I'd rather swap mine for a beer than have my kids loose it in a field while playing "soldiers," like Duncan Home's VC was. . .

I was re-reading Medal of Honor and VC citations last night as I was working on my Nine Virtues essays, hoping to get a better feel for the virtue of "courage." Courage, of course, is different now than it was. The inscription on the monument to Periclean citizen-warriors at Yale University sums up our modern idea of courage best, I think: "Courage disdains fame, and wins it."

And yet, the ancient world (particularly the IE world) was very strongly centered on the immortality of fame. I might almost be willing to argue that the IE example is best described as, "Courage wins fame, and revels in it."

It is an interesting issue for me to consider. I love re-doing my Dedicant Path documentation, particularly since I did my work before the change in requirements in 2003/2004.

Every time I sit down to re-work my DP, I find that I am learning more from the process. It's an excellent Path for those who take it seriously: easy enough that if you want a hoop to jump through, you can use it as that; but if you're serious about the work, and you want to gain deeply from it, the DP can be as challenging and rewarding as you want it to be.
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Current Mood: working
Current Music: "No Woman, No Cry", -JB

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July 9th, 2007


02:47 pm - And On the Sixth Night, the Druids Harvested the All-Heal
So, I spent last night working on this ritual.

The Grove requested that we do more rituals at our last business meeting. I am, of course, happy to oblige them, and so I started doing research.

One of the specific requests was that we start doing rituals based on the cycles of the moon. Somehow, I had the brilliant idea of doing a sixth night of the new moon ritual.

Of course, this meant digging through sources, since I was suddenly of the idea that maybe I should try and have some real grounding in what happened in Gaul on said night.

So a problem arose: the original rite, according to Pliny, involves a golden sickle and sacrificing two bulls. As I can't afford a golden sickle and blood sacrifice just really isn't my cup 'o meat (especially a holocaust sacrifice, as it appears was done), I've had to find a way to take the spirit of the rite and translate it into a more modern ritual.

Fortunately for me, I'm feeling inspired recently.

A bit on the process )

So as I worked on the ritual, I decided that the purpose would be two-fold:
  1. It would be our welcoming ceremony for new Grove members
  2. It would also do more inner work (trance and potentially ecstatic work) and help create a stronger Grove identity
I also decided that I would work outside the usual ADF Core Order of Ritual. Because this isn't a High Day ritual, I'm under no constraints, and while I have the COoR to work with for general ideas of structure, I'm completely free to exit it and abuse it (as, I feel, is proper for a list of items).

The rite itself will involve four key things: 1) Gaulish names for months (and variations on themes for them, such as Cantlos [song month] in September/October; this is an adaption from Kondratiev); 2) A more central role for Garanus, the Crane, in our Grove's hearth religion; 3) mistletoe, and actually giving it a strong functionality within our Grove; and 4) an actual mystery that simply can't be described (partially because I am not sure if I'm able to do it yet, though it's all worked out in my head).

I'm doing this whole "welcome to the Grove" thing without any oaths or real ritual terror; I'm not as interested as some folk (and traditions) are in hazing new members, no matter how much in fun it might be to the guy with the knife. Really, I just want us to affirm, ritually, our identity as Grove members, and to give some tangible benefit to those who join.

I'll have to find someone, at some point, to go over this liturgy with me and discuss it. I find, though, that I can't bounce ideas off people in my Grove, because if I'm going to try and work mystery and mysticism into a ritual, the element of surprise is crucial. It interests me how much I truly rely on their feedback in our usual rites, and how much I notice when I don't have it available.

At the next Liturgy Meeting (this Thursday), I'll get more verbose about my plans when I speak to the Grove. But, as a taste, I want all our current members to go through this as a "Grove welcoming", too, so that we obtain that shared experience.

Now, I just need one thing: a source for sprigs of mistletoe. Part of the issue is that I need them before August, when we will do our first of these rites: that's well before the holiday season (where you can sometimes get ahold of it).

Does anyone have a source for sprigs of mistletoe?

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Current Mood: productive
Current Music: "Frank and Lola", -JB

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July 2nd, 2007


01:53 pm - Wondering Why We Ever Go Home: Greece, 2007
Journal Entry 11

04/12/07
Athens War Museum


sorry: this particular entry was just me drawing a horse-drawn pillbox
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May 22nd, 2007


10:11 am - Wondering Why We Ever Go Home: Greece, 2007
Journal Entry 7

04/10/07
1:20 PM
Thermopylae

You inspire me.
I remember you.
I know your story.
Sleep in blessed rest.
Your duty is done.
I stood on the burial mound where two hundred and ninety-eight Spartans (and many other Greeks, forgotten in time and multi-million dollar films) lie buried, surveying the landscape.

A lot has changed in 2,500 years: the sea is now over a mile from the Hot Gates, and a road runs a bare 30 meters from the edge of the wall that once ended in the Aegean.

But the topography is unmistakable.

The mountains to the left are obviously impassable, and it is obvious why the God-King Xerxes himself felt so powerless against them that he did not force his army to march over them before the traitor revealed the trail.

Looking out across the same view the Greeks must have seen, it is easy to understand why this pass seemed like an ideal place to meet the Persians (and years later the Romans and the Germans). To men as tough as the Spartans, trained from age 7 (or before), this was obviously the best place to kill the troops of the Eastern God-Emperor: there was nowhere for the enemy to hide.


View from the burial mound
to the north and west along the coast

The modern site does not have many maps: initially, we could find none. From the top of the Greek burial-mound, though, there was a trail. Hoping to find the old wall, I started down it with [info]zylch.

While we could no wall (only a flower truly caught my eye), we did get a startling view of the mountains as they must have looked so many years ago: the road and the roofs of houses were gone from our sight, and even the sound of traffic was dampened.

We later discovered that we had traveled for a short time on the traitorous goat path, left ingloriously undefended by the Phoicans.

When we returned to the burial mound, I was disappointed to have not found the wall. Still, I look some time to offer and pray to the dead buried beneath me.

And on my descent, there it was.

In what appeared to be a construction site, 100 meters from the base of the mound, I saw the wall. As I wondered how I could possibly have walked by it, I pointed it out with excitement to [info]zylch, and convinced her to come with me.

I came up to it, stood on it, and looked around it. The wall is obviously reconstructed, but its position is obviously correct, as are its formation and size.

Here stood the men who I have held in awe and reverence for twelve years. Here they brushed out their long hair, singing as they were surrounded by certain death. Here, they fought over the body of a king descended from Herakles, fated to die that Sparta may live. Here, at this wall, Western warfare was defined.

Here, the Spartans were obedient to their laws.

And now, we had to go. Next stop: the oracle that doomed either a city or one of her kings. Delphi.


The Phocian Wall

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March 29th, 2007


06:31 pm - Going back to an old lover. . .
I find it interesting that, according to everyone I've spoken to in the military, Bernard Fall's Street Without Joy is no longer read in either OCS or ROTC courses. It was required reading in my Vietnam War class, and I picked it up again because I just didn't have the time to really absorb it the first time through.

And all I can say is, "Wow."

I understand better now, my father's constant insistence that this Iraq war is nothing like Vietnam. He's completely right. Reading about the destruction of Groupement Mobile No. 100 (GM 100) alone shows the relief sharply. (Of course, this doesn't make Iraq right, but I expect that comparisons to Vietnam are going to bug me worse than Sept. 11th's comparisons to Pearl Harbor.) Road 19, Mang Yang Pass, and Chu-Dreh Pass are like nothing we have seen in Iraq.

When we became involved in engagement in Vietnam, after the French left, Street Without Joy was required reading. It described the French debacle perfectly, explaining why better armoured and armed troops were at a serious disadvantage to an army that walked everywhere, carried everything on its back, and had few outside sources of supply. "The picture he draws is not a pleasant one," the foreward to the book reads. "He presents for critical inspection two widely divergent military philosophies, one built on the mobility of the individual soldier, the other resting on the mobility of armies." And there was the central, pivotal point that Fall makes.

Had Fall not died in 1967, victim of a Vietcong explosive on the Street Without Joy, I wonder what he would have said about the fall of Saigon in 1975.

I know it would not have been kind, regarding our policies.

But I find myself happy to have picked this book up. I've been in religious studies, a love of mine that has come from my need and want to understand what I'm doing as a priest, too long. I needed to get back to my roots, my love of military history, a love long forgotten and gathering dust on the shelves.

It is, of course, just a past love, one that will return to the shelves soon in favour of more religious studies work. But for now, I needed it.

Now, the object is to finish the last 150 pages of this book before next Thursday, so I can take something lighter and easier to carry to Greece.
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Current Mood: [mood icon] contemplative
Current Music: "Live is Just a Tire Swing", -JB

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March 12th, 2007


08:15 am - Thermopylae, the Delphic Oracle, and Other Tidbits
Because of the popularity of the movie 300 and the fact that I've now seen it twice and been amused by how Frank Miller represented the history (and, admittedly, appreciated the revalorizing of the myth of Thermopylae), I figured that I would provide the three Delphic oracles that particularly focus on the situation at the Hot Gates. (I just happen to have the collected Oracles on my desk):
"People of Sparta, either your city is destroyed by the Persians or it is not, and Lakedaimon will mourn a dead king of the Haraklid line. For the might of bulls and lions will not stay the enemy in battle; he has Zeus' might. And I say that he will not stop until he has destroyed one of these two." -Q152, Oracle of Delphi to the Spartans, regarding the Persian invasion (481/480 BC) [Herodotus, 7.220.3-4]

"Do not stay; fly to the ends of the earth, leaving your houses and city. For the whole body is unsound; nothing is left. Fire and war destroy it. Many fortresses will be destroyed, not yours alone. Many temples will burn, and blood drips upon their roofs, presaging inevitable evil. Leave the adyton and be ready for woes." -Q146, Oracle of Delphi to the Athenians, regarding the Persian invasion of the Hellas (481/480 BC)

"Pallas cannot appease Zeus with her many prayers. But I shall tell you this immovable decree: all Attica will be taken, but Zeus grants Athena a wooden wall that shall alone be untaken and will help you and your children. Do not await the onset of cavalry and infantry from the continent at your ease, but turn about and leave. You will face them sometime again. O divine Salamis, you will lose many children of men either at sowing time or at harvest." -Q147, Oracle of Delphi to the Athenians, regarding Oracle Q146 (481/480 BC)¹
Other items of possible interest, regarding the battle itself:

Quotes and anecdotes; no spoilers but a bit of history )

¹ - Source: Fonternrose, Joseph. The Delphic Oracle: Its responses and Operations With a Catalogue of Responses. University of California Press. 1981
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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. . . )
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December 7th, 2006


01:02 pm - Paying the dues and reading about infantry warfare
Crap: I have to re-buy the Pals book now. He added a theorist.

Eight Theories on Religion

What used to be "Seven Theories on Religion" is now "Eight Theories on Religion". Personally, I liked the flow to the title better when there were only seven theorists, but whatever, right? I found out about the change when updating my Amazon.com wishlist this morning. (Figured if I posted it yesterday, I should bring it up to date.)

I paid my OSU parking fine today. $25 they charged me for being at an expired meter just before I left for Walking With Fire this year. I consider it the cost of doing research, because the OSU Center for Epigraphy Studies was so helpful. They even let me make several hundred copies at no charge, so escaping with only a $25 parking fine is well worth it, I think.

I spent some time this morning remembering, which is what one is supposed to do today.

I have recently been re-reading The Western Way of War: Infantry Battle in Classical Greece by Victor Davis Hanson, a man I heard speak about the battle of Delium, one of the most horrific battles in history and the first recorded example of fratricide in battle. I still shudder thinking about his description of the Athenian realization that they were killing each other.

The thing about Hanson's book (and others like it) is that it does not focus on strategy or tactics, but on what the individual experienced: why he fought, how tactics and strategy influenced the experience of battle, and the way these things focused themselves directly into theory of war that the west embraced and still holds as the highest form of combat.

It's books like this that got me into military history. Well, books like this and Stan Czaplak, but that's a whole other story.
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Current Music: "West Nashville Grand Ballroom Gown", -JB

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July 11th, 2006


08:48 am - A quick review of the last 168 hours or so.
  1. Saw Pirates twice, despite not being so happy with it the first time.
  2. Received a picture from a very hot girl with "chronarchy" written across her chest (I think I finally made it big in the Internet world).
  3. Found and transcribed two commentaries on Lucan's Pharsalia.
  4. Found (but didn't transcribe yet) the Adnotationes super Lucanum.
  5. Began translations and putting said commentaries online as a public service (and because it's nice to have 'em handy).
  6. Had a conversation with Eris that hasn't been transcribed yet.
  7. Made a joke about cornering the market on paisley socks.
  8. Had my cell phone refuse to dial, drop connections, and generally act like a bitch about 30% of the time.
  9. Emailed an author about a corrected citation.
  10. Slept in a bed that was not my own (twice).
  11. Slept in my own bed (twice).
  12. Slept on various couches (every other night).
  13. Sang in the shower.

As an FYI, no the post yesterday wasn't directed specifically. I just. . . figured I needed to say something about my dropping off the face of the earth on occasion.

And my newest goal with LJ? Get all the information into all the fields on the update screen before the words "Autosaved draft" appear on the page. I almost had it this time.
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Current Mood: [mood icon] amused
Current Music: "Happy Christmas (War is Over)", -JB

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July 3rd, 2006


09:53 am - Deforestation and Erysichthon
I was startled, when reading an article called "Lucan's Caesar and the Sacred Grove: Deforestation and Enlightenment in Antiquity" that describes the episode of desecration of the sacred grove by Caesar and what it means. Kinda cool article, and some copies will likely be made for a few people. What startled me, though, was that it referenced me to a passage in Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VIII, lines 738-884, the story of Erysichthon, who cuts down a sacred tree.

Get this: Erysichthon cuts into the sacred tree, and blood flows out "like a fountain from the neck of a great bull, who falls before the altars of the gods."

If there were cranes involved, too, I'd die. Literally, I'd be dead and gone of shock. But there are no cranes, so I'm guessing it's just an interesting, poetic coincidence.

But for a moment, I wondered.

(I think I'm going to suggest this passage for the "piety" and "nature awareness" requirements in the DP. . .)

Before anyone says anything anti-Roman, there's no actual evidence that Caesar destroyed any groves. Just an FYI, because we have a popular tradition in Neo-Paganism saying he did.
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09:35 am - More on the Commentaries
I know you've all been waiting and waiting and waiting for this.

Commenta Bernensia and the commentary of Arnulfus Aurelianensis on Lucan's Pharsalia

I'll be spending my lunch hour analyzing the text and comparing to ensure that no typos were made (I've already caught a couple).

The Adnotationum will take a bit more time. I have to do some descipherment before I can post them, but they'll be on the same page, as they're apparently part of the Commenta Bernensia. Also, I have found part of an unpublished manuscript by Hugutio called Magnae Derivationes that I have a selection from to read through.

I'm working through the translations, but they're not easy for me.

I'm also going to write a short biography of Arnulf when I get a few minutes, as I think it really sheds some light on these texts.

Yeah, I'm really, really getting into this stuff. Sorry: I gotta have something to obsess over for the next week, until . . . Well, until something else happens. . .

*laughs*

Yes, and that's all you get: one obsession at a time.
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June 29th, 2006


08:43 am - Esus, gettin' down with the Africans
Does anyone have access to the publication: L'Année épigraphique

I need the following source:

AE 1985, 00934
Province: Mauretania Caesariensis
Location: Cherchell / Caesarea

And I need it badly.

There appears to be an inscription to Esus in Mauretania Caesariensis.

That's Algeria, baby. We're talking about an inscription for a Gaulish deity in North Africa.

So please, those of you who go to college and/or work in academic circles: check your library's journal section.

This is vitally important. Thank you for your time. :)

Edit:I have it! More once I go through it.

But this is very, very promising.
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Current Music: "Distantly in Love", -JB

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June 21st, 2006


08:50 am - WWF, a lesson in pseudo-history, and some real history
A couple of things that came up at Walking With Fire ought to be noted.

We went to America's Stonehenge (biggest fraud ever!) one day, and there was a large map on the wall about all the "explorers" who have been sent around the world. A couple caught our eye: Prince Madoc, a Welshman who discovered America in 1170 and settled in Kentucky; and Sir Henry Sinclair, a Templar Knight who discovered Nova Scotia in 1397.

All we had when looking at the maps were the names, so I wrote them down in hopes of eventually figuring out who they were. And wouldn't you know it, the Internet has come through again.

Also, we came across a memorial to Captain James Mugford in Marblehead, who was killed on May 17, 1776. His grave was at the top of Old Burial Hill, on a monument that describes his ship, the Franklin (60 tons and four 4-pound guns), and the capture of the HMS Hope, a 300 ton, 10 gun ship. The Hope was one of the most valuable prizes of the revolution, amounting to about $1,349,343.15 in prize money.

Captain Mugford had been pressed into service on a British frigate, where he learned of the Hope's arrival and destination. His wife managed to get him released from his impressment by indicating that they were only recently married and that she needed the support. He immediately boarded a fishing ship called the Franklin, outfitted the ship for battle, and got his own crew (he had not received an actual commission at this point, only applied for it, which makes him technically a pirate, and the prize money was never properly paid out).

When the Hope appeared, he sailed alongside her, still pretending to be a fishing boat. He then grappled the English ship, called his crew from below decks, and boarded her. Then he sailed off to Boston with her.

All this was done within sight of the British fleet anchroed at Nantasket Roads.

The siezure of the powder on the Hope also prevented the British, at Nantasket Roads, from opposing Washington's entry to Boston in March 1776 (the British had evacuated, and were partially pending the supply of powder from the ship to counterattack). Washington also had only nine rounds of powder to each man at this point, and could never have repelled the British, had they attacked.

Two days after the siezure, the Franklin was sailing through Sherley Gut alongside the USS Lady Washington and was attacked by a number of British ships (about 100 or so men in 12 or 13 ships, compared to the 21 men on the Franklin and 7 men on the Lady Washington). Mugford was mortally wounded, the only loss of life on the American side, his last words being an answer to the question, "Are you wounded?"

"Yes, but don’t let the enemy know the situation, and if I die act as if I were alive and am still commanding."

The Franklin escaped, and Mugford was buried with full military honours on Old Burial Hill.

A good description can be found about half-way down this page, utilizing primary sources to describe the battle in which Mugford lost his life (search on "May 17" to find the specific spot). Apparently, before he died, Mugford personally cut off the hands of about 5 pirates trying to board.

A couple of sources.
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February 28th, 2006


09:15 am - A scandal at Beirut University
In Beirut, there was once a scandal in which students began to practice magic at the university. They used books that contained
"certain drawings of perverse demons, barbaric names and harmful, presumptuous commands replete with arrogance and quite fit for demons; certain of the incantations were attributed to Zoroaster the magus, others to Ostanes the magician, others yet to Manetho.

The books taught the following spells:
  • How one can set cities in turmoil, making the populace rise up and array fathers against their sons and grandsons.
  • By what means one might break up legitimate marriages and cohabitations.
  • How one might win over a woman who wishes to live in chastity to illicit love.
  • How one might attempt adultery and murder.
  • How one might commit theft.
  • In what manner one can compel judges to deliver a sentence of acquittal."

-Zachary, Life of Severus.


I wish we had scandals like that at OSU.
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