October 30th, 2006


FireFox, a ritual, and plumbing!

The FireFox conversion has gone excrutiatingly poorly so far. While I solved the issue of getting my bookmarks to work, FireFox has failed one huge test: I cannot log into one of the main sites I need in order to do my work (for those co-workers scoring at home: the Name Change Tracker). I'm still working on this one, and I imagine that if I can't figure it out, someone downstairs can, but I'd like a browser that magically worked right the first time.

Last night's ritual went amazingly well. I'm going to need to tap singingwren for more of these things. She's better at it than I am.

As I was going through stuff for the ritual yesterday morning, though, I found my grandfather's pocketknife, one that I had been despairing over losing for nearly a year. To find that just before a ritual celebrating the ancestors may have had something to do with the way the rite went for me.

Though high on the list of amusements in that rite was when the ranger asked about road_trip_judi. He looked rather disappointed when tanrinia informed him that she wouldn't be there.

The plumbing in the house is, well, bad news. In my attempt to fix it, I may have made things slightly worse. At least, though, water is now flowing down the drains, rather than down into the basement bathroom. For the most part. On good days.

But the center of the problem seems to be a backwards bit of piping. tesinth pointed this out to me the first time we had issues, and I haven't had the time, money, or ability to replace it. Now, it's become urgent, so no matter what, it's getting replaced.

The backwards pipe

I spent part of my morning taking pictures of the piece that needs to be fixed so that I can make sure I have the right parts. I made it worse last night by possibly cracking it open with the auger (yes, I am brilliant, though in my defense it may already have been cracked), so that backwards T-Y needs to get replaced pronto. So far as I can tell, all the way down the line from there it's clear.

So here's to hoping that I can manage this one :)

A cursed place and ghosts

I don't read Fark.Com enough anymore, but today I noticed that there was a link (from yesterday) about The World's Most Cursed Places.

Imagine my surprise when number 2, "Mooney's Mansion," turned out to be right across the street from where I used to live, the house being in Walhalla ravine here in Columbus.

According to the site, "The legend of Mooney's mansion is that of a Dr. Mooney who lived with his wife and children in one of the homes high atop Walhalla sometime in the 1920s or 1950s(depending on the story teller). He allegedly killed his family with an axe. The murderous act is reenacted nightly and can be seen through the windows of Mooney's Mansion."

The way I heard it, of course, is different. The bridge in the picture figured into the story, which said that some man who lost his lover or something like that threw himself off the bridge and hanged himself there and that he still haunted the ravine.

I later heard a version of the story where the statues in the yard of that house were said to come alive in the light of the full moon. I find it particularly striking to think about the lion's head on the front of the house coming to life and snarling at all who approach.

Of course, I do not believe in ghosts. But I have seen them at Walhalla Ravine.
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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. . .