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July 9th, 2008
11:32 am - Jimmy's around more than usual, it seems *snickers* Good interview with Jimmy, which has a wonderful quote:
Buffett, describing himself as "an old hippie" and "Southern radical," says now, "I'm an Obama person."
"Everybody knows my politics [he campaigned for Jimmy Carter and Al Gore and has played twice at Bill Clinton birthday parties]. But half my audience is Republicans — and that's OK. People should be communicating, which is the biggest factor to me."
He has been opposed to the war in Iraq since the beginning. "Anybody who makes policy in this country oughta have to walk by the Vietnam memorial on the way to work," Buffett says.
So why not vote for Vietnam vet John McCain? "I respect John McCain, but it's old stuff. John McCain is older than I am!" "People should be communicating." Yep, that says it all, right there. Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: amused Current Music: "A Pirate Looks at Forty", -JB
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July 7th, 2008
03:44 pm - Jimmy Buffett, on World Peace A lot of people like to post lyrics to songs. I can't read them very well (long story, having to do with blunt-force trauma to the head), so I generally skip them.
As I was listening to the music today, though, an old Buffett piece came up. It's called "Today's Message," and you can find it on Feeding Frenzy. It's done, of course, in a sermon-style (with backups and the audience singing "hallelujah's" and "amen's" in the background). For reference, this album was released in 1990, so that gives some historical perspective. Here's my favourite section:
"And world peace? I've got an answer for world peace. We take the money that it'd cost us to build just one B-1 bomber, you know that one that doesn't work? We change it into five dollar bills. We put all of this money into bags and we fly over the Atlantic Ocean, past Europe (because they're getting their shit together anyway). We drop this money on the Russian people. All those little tiny pictures of Abraham Lincoln come tumblin' down out of the sky.
I want them to feel those sawbucks in their hands. You know how your money feels when you accidentally leave it in your blue jeans and you take it out and it's all warm and soft, oooh!
Well we let those Russian people hang on to that money for about a week and then we fly back over there. We fill our airplanes full of mail order catalogs from L.L. Bean. From up in Columbus, Sporty's Pilot Shop. And Victoria's Secret!
The Russian people have this money in their hand, the catalogs come down. They look at those pictures on the opening pages of the Victoria's Secret catalog. (Not back in the outdoor section: you know what I'm talking about, right?)
They got the money, they got the catalogs: they're going to get the idea. They send all the money back to us to buy the stuff. We have full employment. There's world peace, and the Russians have crotch-less underwear through the twenty-first century!" Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Music: "Coconut Telegraph", -JB
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April 29th, 2008
05:19 pm - Vision "For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that would be;" -Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "Locksley Hall"
Four months ago, I was given the opportunity to take on a new role within my unit at Ohio State. Right now, the position is interim, as a new Chief Information Officer needs to be hired before the position I'm currently filling can be officially filled (this position reports directly to the CIO). A CIO has been selected, and has (it seems) accepted her new role with OSU, so I expect to know more about whether this position can become permanent in June or July.
Yesterday, I received a payraise to reflect new responsibilities. That was nice, but not at all what this entry is about. Instead, it's about Vision.
Vision is something I have come to think much about recently. Running a Grove required vision, and being the Grove Priest for 3CG seems to require it even more. This new job requires vision, and even the debate over whether to accept the new responsibilities or to go to Colorado involved much intense soul-searching and testing of possible options, with one solid and sure path finally appearing before me. My life has been consumed by vision in the past six months.
As I go into this job in particular, dealing with many different kinds of people and entities, I find that I'm developing vision almost like one would develop a muscle: though constant use, pushing its limits, and working hard to keep it in good working order.
I have found myself slowing down, taking stock, and deliberating a lot more with myself. My choices are certainly better than they used to be, and my understanding of the long-term effects of my actions is clearer and more defined. I have seen my actions bear more fruit than they have in the past, and understood how they work over time. I have watched tiny seeds of action and thought grow into strong young trees that have weathered fierce storms.
Vision has an interesting effect on the individual, as well: it makes them more confident, happier, and responsive. I've noticed it within myself, too. I know what I want, I know I will achieve it, and I know what actions I need to take to obtain that goal. I am more often achieving said goals, and I am reaching that achievement in manners that are far more concerned with virtue than previous means I have used.
Vision brings knowledge and joy. The joy it brings is as deep as the joy of ignorance, but the breadth of this vision-joy is wider than the broad earth that supports the mountains and nourishes the trees, not slim like the path of a rock dropped in the ocean of ignorance.
I don't consider myself "visionary," nor do I think of my self as always "acting with vision." But I do find myself seeing more, and interpreting what I see in better, more complete ways. It is like walking past a bright, spring green tree against a deep blue, empty sky and saying, "I have never seen those colours before in my life, but I know them well, and they are natural together."
"The true voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes; in seeing the universe through the eyes of another, one hundred others—in seeing the hundred universes that each of them sees." -Marcel Proust (1871 - 1922), "Remembrance of Things Past" Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: awake Current Music: "Wonder Why We Ever Go Home", -JB
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March 2nd, 2008
08:01 pm - Yeah, whatever. I have a 3CG blog to write tonight! I haven't been around much. More on that eventually, but I'm not currently able to read my fList. This was floating around some time ago. I have no idea what's "uncomfortable" about the following "uncomfortable survey."
( survey! )
Re: what I referenced in the title, I'm still writing weekly in "Leaves of the Willow" for the Grove. LJ feed at 3cg_blog. There will be an update tonight. Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: busy Current Music: "No Woman, No Cry", -JB
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February 5th, 2008
11:24 pm - A kiss in the sun
"I feel, when I kiss you, how recklessly my soul leans forward at my lips, as if to step across." - Plato, 4th Century BCE My hand brushed her cheek lightly, yet firmly. I remember catching her somewhat off-guard, but not so much that anyone else would have noticed. My other hand was on her shoulder, drawing her closer and sliding back to encircle her.
There was something about that day in May, too. It was bright and warm, and both of us were far from our troubles. Not that we would have noticed, had they been closer: those troubles could not possibly have crossed our minds at that time.
I remember thinking, "I wonder if someone will see, if they might tell someone. I wonder if someone we know will spread the word." And then I remember thinking, "I don't care."
And then our lips touched, and I drew her in closer. Her new hat brushed my ear roughly, and I pulled her tighter. I felt a grin that rose from deep within me come to the surface, that burst out of me and broke the kiss, and I stood there looking into her eyes, grinning, and then laughing.
It wasn't our first kiss, and it would not be our last, but it was a kiss I will always remember. I was thinking about it as I drove home today, as I sometimes do. The thought is always out of the blue, always at an odd time.
But it is, and always will be, with me. Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: thankful Current Music: "Dreamsicle", -JB
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November 30th, 2007
11:43 am - Fighting the War on Christmas, Christian soldiers strap on Amulets!
This morning, I noticed that World Net Daily is selling magical amulets to Christians. For those unfamiliar with the site, it's an evangelical Christian "news site" (really, "sensationalist news site" would better describe it, or possibly "tabloid") that claims "uncompromising journalism" and to be "a guardian of liberty," while usually just spewing the usual claptrap that comes from the general right edge of sanity.
Those of you who know my reading habits (and my magical interests) know that I'm really into amulets, and devouring any ancient magical literature I can find. Amulets, ancient Christian magic, and connections to the modern world really interest me deeply, so when I read this article, I recognized what WND was doing immediately.
Here's a quote from the article:
There's one more component of your Christmas-defense kit: It's the "Operation: Just Say 'Merry Christmas' Bracelet." They make great stocking stuffers, but why wait! Make your feelings about Christmas known to one and all. Wear them to pick up the kids, when you buy groceries and when you go to work. They're guaranteed to ward off the evil spirits of the ACLU grinches. If you'd like to purchase one, you can pick up the little bracelets on their site (I've pictured one at the top right for your convenience). Hell, I'd love to find one in my stocking!
The characterizations of the ACLU "grinches" as "evil spirits" caught my eye. I'm reminded of when Christianity was a young religion, and the world was full of demons just waiting in pagan temples to posses some young, nubile and naive Christian. There's an old tale of a pair of Christian night watchmen who would walk past a temple each night, and each morning they required an exorcism, "just in case" the demons had come out of the temple and possessed them.
This isn't any different, really: by wearing this amulet, you can ward off evil spirits. WND has de-humanized the ACLU into something that is dangerous, but they have the answer! They have a nifty little device that you can buy to protect you from these dangerous things, for the power of Christ is best harnessed by a rubber wristband.
Honestly, I'm impressed with the WND's rhetoric here. Just look what they've done to those who carry an ACLU card, and to top that, they've offered a protection scheme to overpower their creation.
On the one hand, I see this as a genuine religious concern for a genuine religious group that has a genuine interest in protecting its congregants from dangerous spirits.
On the other hand, it really sounds like what the Ghostbusters were accused of: "These men are complete snowball artists. They use nerve and sense gases to induce hallucinations. The people think they're seeing ghosts and call these bozos, who conveniently show up to get rid of the problem with a fake electronic light show."
Well, okay: my other hand is sounding reasonable. . .
On a side note, I found out about this little warding kit that they're selling through their article about Alaska Airlines' "discrimination" against heterosexuals. I find it interesting that, in a world where the Religious Right has always sought to keep discrimination on the basis of sexual orientation legal, they're bitching and moaning when they perceive it going the other way (and, of course, it's not discrimination; they can get the same discount just by typing in the code: there're no ticket-counter screenings to determine "fondness for cock," at least, not that I'm aware of. . . But the TSA has been getting a bit more "personal" in searches for years). Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: amused Current Music: "The Wino and I Know", -JB
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October 26th, 2007
11:56 am - Walking the Path Again: Virtues (moderation) In reviewing the virtue of moderation last night, I noticed something interesting: I had trouble really defining it, cosmologically.
Now, I have no trouble understanding many of the other virtues from a cosmological standpoint: integrity is about the maintenance of relationships, piety is about reaffirming (or recreating) the cosmos, perseverance is about drive toward what is right, and hospitality is the central aspect of our ritual work.
I have spent a lot of time in these essays discussing how each of these virtues fits the Rta (or the orlog). I am a bit curious as to why I didn't relate moderation to the Rta as quickly as I have the others. I am feeling very much, at this point, like I have missed a key of moderation, a particular point that will cause me to see the Rta in this virtue.
So far, I think about it, basically, "as creating the fertile ground from which things can grow." There's a sense of quiet excellence that is formed from moderation, one that shines more brightly and more enduringly than the fast-burning excellence that lacks a long-range plan. Moderation creates a position from which things may grow healthfully, rather than recklessly.
I am not sure I like my moderation essay. I need to think more about how moderation affects the cosmos, and how the cosmos exhibits moderation, before I can say that I'm comfortable with the thoughts expressed in the essay.
Perhaps moderation, to me, is a synthesis between the chaos of potential and the ordering of the cosmos. It is maintainable, focuses on the ordinary, and creates excellence from a strong, supported place.
"Sail the main course, sail it in a simple, sturdy craft. Keep her well stocked with short stories and long laughs; Fast enough to get there, but slow enough to see, Moderation seems to be the key!" -Jimmy Buffett, "Barometer Soup" Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Music: "Brand New Country Star", - JB
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October 11th, 2007
08:39 am - "Cuz I'm still on your side, from the bottom of my heart." Some days, I just know I'd be contented to live and die in 3/4 time.
If only I could slow down to that lovely waltz.
"Mademoiselle, voulez-vous danser?" Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Music: "Nautical Wheelers", -JB
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June 14th, 2007
01:17 pm - Aliens in the Nave? How dare they?
Some days, it doesn't pay to be clergy. Particularly when the aliens are invading.
So, apparently, the Anglican church is a bit PO'd about the fact that Sony has produced a game where you have to splatter the walls of Manchester cathedral with alien blood in order to pruge the world of the alien scum.
See the video and read the story in the Times here
Apparently, the game "could not be more at odds with the message of Christian peace and charity." This statement confuses me some, as something tells me that if aliens were in a church of any denomination and trying to eat us, we would not offer them tea and crumpets.
But then, I am not British.
It really seems that the sticking point is that no one asked the clergy at Manchester whether or not Sony could use the nave for a gunfight. To quote the sub-dean, "It is jolly rude of them not to have checked."
One might almost think that it would have been okay, had Sony said, "Pardon me, but we were having a spot of tea and were wondering: would it be okay if we used your cathedral as a space to splatter aliens?"
In other news, the Anglicans have "Right Reverends" and "Very Reverends", but no "Left Reverends" or "Sort-Of Reverends."
Special thanks to Dave at CartoonChurch.Com who both brought the story to my attention, and provided a snappy comic to help explain it. Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: amused Current Music: "Burn That Bridge", -JB
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June 4th, 2007
11:26 am - Amusement in the Brahmanas From the Rigveda Brahmanas, trans. A.B. Keith:
vi.1. Prajapati, being desirous of propagation, underwent penance; from him when heated were born five, Agni, Vayu, Aditya, Candramas, and Usas as fifth. He said to them, 'Do ye also practise fervour.' They consecrated themselves; then when they had consecrated themsleves and had acquired fervour, Usas, offspring of Prajapati, taking the form of an Apsaras, came out in front of them; to her their minds inclined; they poured out seed; they went to Prajapati, their father, and said, 'We have poured out seed; let it not remain here.' Prajapati made a golden bowl, an arrow breadth in height and similar in breadth; in it he poured the seed; then arose he of a thousand eyes, of a thousand feet, with a thousand fitted (arrows). Kausitaki Brahmana, Adhyaya VI.1, describing the birth of Rudra
So, basically, Usas is freakin' hot, because either she was so damn beautiful that her brothers either started masturbating, or they just ejaculated on the spot.
I'm inclined to go with the latter. You know, from context. Totally. Yeah, that's it. Context. Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: amused Current Music: "A Pirate Looks at Forty", -JB
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March 27th, 2007
06:40 pm - Take it Back "We ain't stealin', we're just takin' back; very simple plan of attack: It's our job and a labour of love; take it home to the up-above. . ."
Damnit, Norman: why you gotta be such a role model?
There are a few books you need to read if you want to really "get" me. No one who hasn't read them has ever really understood why I make a lot of the choices I do.
- Don't Stop the Carnvial by Herman Wouk - I am Norman Paperman on my best days
- Peter Pan by J. M. Barrie - "Peter Pan would understand his schemes, dreams and ploys"
- The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry - It's the sword in the stone, don't you see?
- Where Is Joe Merchant? by Jimmy Buffett - Frank Bama and I are kindred spirits, with the same problems and the same god-damned resolution issues.
- A Salty Piece of Land by Jimmy Buffett - That wasn't Tully Mars checking in. It was me. I hope I check out half as fortunately as he did.
That's the required reading for the course that is "WTF-MJD 101"
There's also some optional reading, as well as a set of required films and songs you need to hear, but you gotta get through the above first. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to find a copy of Peter Pan in Scarlet before PSA tonight. I'm suddenly in need of a certain fix.
"We ask ourselves when we get in a fix, "What would Popeye do in a tight spot like this?" He'd race for his true love and easily win it, in an old spinach can with a mast stuck in it!" Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: amused Current Music: "Take It Back", -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 27th, 2006
04:14 pm - Damn lyric poets always talking about the freakin' "human experience" or some shit. . . I recently managed to re-locate the mixed Cake CD that sarahdipity418 sent me once. I've been looking for it for nearly a year, and, of course, it turned out to be right where I imagined it would be.
I have realized how much I missed Cake. Such good (and amusing) songs as "Short Skirt/Long Jacket", "Building a Religion" and "Italian Leather Sofa" are songs that just don't get enough airplay.
But a song caught my attention last night.
But when you speak to her, Her eyes light up, The music spills right into your cup. The minstrels play and the waitress brings ice. There are pies on a carousel, Have a slice. But watch out: She ain't no good for you. "Goddamnit," I thought. "Why does every lyricist and musician feel the need to speak to me directly about this shit?"
And then I went on with my drive home, and went to the zoo for the third time in four days. Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Music: "Jimmy Dreams", -JB
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December 5th, 2006
10:58 am - Traveling, dinner, and adding in more training to ADF
"Gods do not, generally, have a lot to say, but what they do say is worth listening to." -Phil Hine, Pseudonomicon Last night's Feast of Saint Barbara went well: I managed not only to cook enough food for everyone but also to do it in a timely manner. Tina, Maggie, tesinth, and singingwren all joined me for dinner, and I think I managed to get enough things that people liked that everyone ate their fill.
Of course, I cooked things I can't pronounce (or spell), but that's what makes it an adventure.
It appears that the ADF Initiate Program will be up and running in the very near future. . . I'm excited to see how this program is received by the general membership. We'll have a bare-bones study guide up and available as well as all the courses. It's just pending a confirmation of approval from the ADF Council of Lore.
Oh, and Greece. . . I have my itinerary set (April 6-14, 2007), I just have to make sure it happens right in my office. . . There's some conflicting vacation to work out between myself and a co-worker, but I don't think it's major. Then I need to find a cheap flight. . . At the moment, things aren't looking too promising on that front. Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: amused Current Music: "Kick It In Second Wind", -JB
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November 22nd, 2006
02:48 pm - Thanksgiving and festivals Seminary is the last occasion most students will have to fret about the perils of excessive clergy power.
-"Relocating The Clergy Ego" by Dan Hotchkiss
Why is it that each Thanksgiving recently, the first person to say "Happy Thanksgiving" to me is not an American?
Last year, it was a nice Austrian waitress who served me Hungarian goulash (as we sat under Mernunnos, a weird antlered mermaid) in a restaurant in Salzburg at Walking With Fire.
This year, it was a lovely girl with a thick accent from Mexico City who happened into my office. She was one of those girls who can just. . . light up the room. I love it when they're my customers, and moreso when they're nice and wish me a good holiday.
Granted, about twenty minutes ago an angry (American) customer told someone on the phone that I was personally responsible for Thanksgiving not occurring this year, but I'm going to go out on a limb and say that doesn't count.
Today, it seems, has been a day to encounter beauty. I saw another girl today I may write about.
And I learned something about myself today, too. I may share later.
The workshop I'd like to offer on next year's festival circuit?
"Things No One Tells You About Being Clergy"
I've only been clergy for two and a half months, and I can already speak for an hour on this topic.
Now, back to work: it's almost time for a four-day weekend away from everyone. I love the holidays. . . Everyone finally leaves me alone :)
And I have a penny with a starfish on it in my pocket. . . Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: amused Current Music: "Domino College", -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 17th, 2006
05:51 pm - Fins up! My favourite part of Mitty's wedding was explaining the story behind the song "Fins" to Jen, who was a bit confused (and amused) by everyone in the room putting their hands over their heads and leaning left and right when the song came on at the reception.
( for those with no idea what I mean, mobile pic behind the cut )
I missed telling the story behind some of those songs. I should really do it more often.
I'm currently working on a post for my website about this paradigm shift that features Jen pretty prominently. I like her. I should ask Mitty for some contact info for her sometime.
Try as you might to avoid the hoodoo, sooner or later we're all in the stew. . .
I think I need to get someone to make me some callaloo. Any takers?
We got Crab and pigtail Squid ink and fish scale Okra and daheen leaves Chitchat and chatter Fill up the platter With a garnish of pure make believe Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: amused Current Music: "Margaritaville", -JB
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October 16th, 2006
04:12 pm - Buffett busted? Some folks recently (though I can't remember who) asked me about Jimmy Buffett's recent drug bust for trafficking Ecstasy.
I didn't hear about it, but I did find this today:
Jimmy Buffett's statement on the bust
I was seeking some new quotes from the new album for the Buffett Oracle. Those should be added around the end of my lunch hour.
I admit, I'm more inclined to buy Buffett's explaination than the New York Post's. . . Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: amused Current Music: "A Pirate Looks at Forty", -JB
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October 6th, 2006
05:33 pm - Life in the Briar Patch But livin' in the briar patch ain't what it appears Sooner or later you've gotta face your fears I heard it from the parrot verbalizin' in the tree I heard it in the song line of the aborigone.
Seems like everyone knows it but me, ya know? *grins*
Then again, the "fears" aren't really what I'm worried about, here in the briar patch.
Today's Buffett Oracle is remarkably apt, given how I intend to spend my weekend:
191. You've got to make a sacrifice. This weekend is following the suggestion from mazisexton that I spend it in "prayer, offerings, reflecting, and conversing with the Devas."
Beginning tomorrow morning, it's all work and no play, sunrise on Saturday until sunset on Sunday. Maybe sunrise on Monday, too. I haven't decided.
I have a lot to make up for. First, there's the crap I need to purge from who I am. Then there are the two nights in a row of "missed" sunset devotionals:
- Wednesday night: I was two minutes early finishing my devotional.
- Thursday night: I was in town but not at my altar at sundown, and I didn't have my travel altar with me
So you see, they're not really "misses," so much as "not done to my satisfaction."
More info on those devotionals will be available when I update this week's Liturgy Journal on Monday (or as soon as I can thereafter). Let's just say that I've been creative, and it hasn't been good for me. (Last week's entry is up, and it's a long one, and includes some info about the Clergy Retreat, though it's mostly about my crazy schedule and the devotionals I've imposed on my life.)
There will be no ADF work over this weekend, just me maintaining my altar space and working with the Spirits of Place, the Ancestors, and the Shining Ones. And I expect to do some trancework, too.
But today, I got the weirdest compliment ever on my work: "This might possibly be good work, Mike. If it works."
I'm still deciphering that.
I'm turning off the waterfall, the tourists can go home. I feel it's time to travel, take time to write a poem, Time to seek some therapy: I'm going walkabout. Answers are the easy part, questions raise the doubt Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: "Off to See the Lizard", -JB
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October 5th, 2006
10:24 am - Stranded on a Sandbar Today's Buffett Oracle reads:
181. Quit acting so blasé. I'm feelin' good today. Ideas are fermenting and coming up. I'm working on this shift I want to make. At least for now, things are on the upswing, not the fasttrack to hell that they were on :)
Just gotta find my way off the sandbar.
Climb to the top of the island tonight, Sit beneath the cashew tree. I want to count the stars, Lights on the cars That are shinin' up and down on me. . . Sure, I'm stranded on this sandbar, but there are worse places I can be. Just gotta let the tide come in and move me off. It's comin'. Current Location: Southeast of Disorder Current Mood: patient Current Music: "Stranded on a Sandbar", -JB
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