June 26th, 2006


Movie watchin'

"I must see this move [The Man Who Would Be King] that has such an effect on you," Ix-Nay said. "It seems that movies, to gringos, are like myths to the Mayans. But this is not India, Tully. This is Belize."
-A Salty Piece of Land, p. 220
I expect, in the near future, to find a copy of "The Man Who Would be King" and watch it.

Would anyone be intersted?

Finding the threads I need

He said he was fascinated with the idea of spring break, and he had actually witnessed the ritual once in Cancun. He described it as a wet T-shirt contest where skimpily clad coeds danced in circles while men in baggy bathing suits doused them with giant water guns. "And they call us pagans?"
-A Salty Piece of Land, p. 248
On Saturday morning, I came upon a crew doing a religious service for the Pride Parade. What caught my eye was the fact that they were all wearing long, white robes. One even had a hood.

Sure, they weren't Pagan, but who says you have to be a Druid to wear white?

So I wandered up and asked them where they got their duds.

It turns out that there's a local religious supply store here in Columbus, and one of the priests gave me the name of the shop: Generations Religious Gifts & Church Supply down on Grandview and Rt. 33.

So today I stopped in during lunch and had a look around.

I really should have been one of those high-church Grand Muckety-Mucks or whatever they call them. They had so many cool things that priests could wear in ritual! They even carry some of those silly hats that bishops wear! They had a little bit of everything, but I found what I was looking for: a white, hooded robe with no decoration.

Unlike robes designed by Neo-Pagans (presubably to look as silly as possible and to exponentially increase the chance of setting your altar and robes on fire), these robes had reasonably sized sleeves that were not too close nor too far from the wrist. 2000 years of working a liturgy goes a long way in practical design.

I have not bought the robe yet: it runs $130 or so and I don't have that kind of cash to splurge on something that I won't need for another 6 weeks. Besides, I might find something nicer.

The only issue with the robe is that it's designed to be worn under something else more elaborate. It's thus very thin and somewhat see-through. This doesn't particularly bother me, but I'll have to find some shoes to go with my white dress pants now, as I expect that, with such . . . visibility, it would be a good idea to have something on under it when standing in front of a fire.

Of course, wearing white underneath doesn't necessarily help what might be visible when it rains. . .

Wet Druid Robe Contest!


Women and water are in short supply. . .

Sandra gave me a quick scan, and I felt that thing that women can do to you with just a glance. It is like having an emotional x-ray. Women can pass some kind of energy through a man's body using no high-tech, state-of-the-art gamma scanner but only their eyes.
-A Salty Piece of Land, p. 249
Ah, women. They're wonderful creatures. You'll note that I'm looking to get a few quotes from the book I recently finished thrown up. I like them, is why. They're fun to read and often they describe things perfectly. Right now, I'm thinking about women and the strange things they do.

I was listening in the car a few weeks ago (at this point. . . I'm slow at updating) to a song called "Something Like That" by Tim McGraw. A particular line stuck out at me:

I worked so hard for that first kiss

And the lyric enlivened me.

I think, on some level, I remembered how hard I've worked for so many kisses I never managed to get. I go back and forth on an almost hourly basis about women right now. It's interesting to sit inside my head and listen to what I'm doing, and realize that I have no idea.

Nothing was working. It is simply not in the genes of a heterosexual man in the tropics during spring break to throw two beautiful, barely dressed, very forward women in the posession of a joint of killer weed out of his life.
-A Salty Piece of Land, p. 259
While I'll let anyone with weed walk out of my life without too much complaint, speaking generally, I identified well with Tully Mars throughout the entire book, A Salty Piece of Land. The guy had real girl troubles. Poor kid.

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Also recently, I was listening to the song, "Settle for a Slow Down" by Dierks Bentley. I got into a discussion about whether the song was a sad one, or a happy one. Go ahead and read the lyrics (or listen to the song, if you have taste and like this artist enough to own a CD of his). I'll wait.

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Finally, today I received two Dove chocolates. They come with little sayings in the wrappers: the first was, "Write a Love Letter." The second was, "Naughty can be Nice."

I believe I now have an assignment.