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Ár nDraíocht Féin
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January 23rd, 2006

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06:00 pm - Boy, I got crap done. . .
This past weekend, I admit, I dropped off the face of the earth. My appologies. It'll happen again, but not today. I got stuff done, though. Many goals were met. . .

1. Book and pack for trip to Atlanta to see erienc.
2. Take a girl to see a bad movie.
3. Dream a dream that should not be dreamed in preparation to launch Wikinomi.Com.
4. Do taxes and land a windfall refund.
5. Ask my friends what the Buffett line: "I like to be in touch with what makes me scream" means (Comment, yo?)
6. Get to the top of healing_coyote's list (which list will be left to the imagination).
7. Decide on whether to LJ whore next month to get someone to buy me a paid account for the next year.
8. Finish a paper, some reading, and a bibliography for tomorrow's class.
9. Be inspired by a Golden Delicious Apple on my desk. . . My gods, you can't imagine what those particular fruits can do to me.
10. Consider a Jungian approach to Aztec human sacrifice (even if the very thought makes me ill and completely disrespects the Aztec culture).
11. Wake up next to. . .
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: "Tin Cup Chalice", -JB

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Date:January 23rd, 2006 11:12 pm (UTC)
"I like to be in touch with what makes me scream."

Maybe it's as simple as understanding what you really fear?
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Date:January 23rd, 2006 11:15 pm (UTC)
Could be. It's from the song, "Vampires, Mummies and the Holy Ghost", which has some good lyrics. If nothing else, the song is amusing.

I vaguely recall being terrified of the Holy Ghost when I was a kid, now that I think about it.
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Date:January 23rd, 2006 11:25 pm (UTC)
Weird. I interpreted the "screaming" part as being a good thing.

I have a weird saying among my friends...I like to know what their passions are, and usually they get confused when I ask that, so then I ask "What makes you go, 'oh, oh!'" (Sounds sexual, but doesn't have to be). For me it's wet grass on bare feet and orange sorbet, but it's different for everyone...ha.

But anyway. That's how I interpreted that lyric, although I've never heard the song. :)
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Date:January 23rd, 2006 11:30 pm (UTC)
A number of people, I think, would attach such an interpretation. It's interesting to think about it in isolation from the song, and (personally) helpful to do so, as well.

Actually, wet grass on bare feet and orange sorbet sounds pretty darn good. . .
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Date:January 23rd, 2006 11:27 pm (UTC)
"I like to be in touch with what makes me scream"

Personally, I have a very...different interpretation than dmartin has. But then again...the gods I worship are primarily Vanic ones. ;-)

Decide on whether to LJ whore next month to get someone to buy me a paid account for the next year.

What? You mean you've stopped whoring? Oh gods no, we can't have that.... ;-)
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Date:January 23rd, 2006 11:31 pm (UTC)
I like dmartin's simplicity in this response, because such simplicity is deceptive. And yeah, Vanic deities might just lead to a slightly different interpretation. . .

It's not so much that I've stopped whoring, as I wanted to decide what two whore for, you know.
Date:January 23rd, 2006 11:40 pm (UTC)
Go home. :P
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Date:January 23rd, 2006 11:47 pm (UTC)
I can't! Aztecs, cosmovision, and human sacrifice all have me rooted to my chair!
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Date:January 23rd, 2006 11:54 pm (UTC)
Diego Duran, in trying to analyze why Aztecs sacrifice humans, compares it with the Communion:
Let the reader note how cleverly this diabolical rite imitates that of our Holy Church, which orders us to receive the True Body. . . of our Lord . . . at Eastertide. . . From these things two observations can be made: either (as I have stated) our Holy Christian Religion was known in this land or the devil, our cursed adversary, forced the indians to imitate the ceremonies of the Christian Catholic religion in his own service and cult, being thus adored and served.
In reading through various explainations of this phenomenon, no one has really run with Duran and said, "Hey, maybe there's an archetypal festival or rite that they're working with!"

Of course, I despise Jung's theory of archetypes. . . it reduces things needlessly and carelessly, and generally just rubs me wrong. But here, perhaps it's a nifty, useful way of looking at this process. Who knows? I won't until I try it :)
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Date:January 24th, 2006 02:43 am (UTC)
I like the checkboxes. I tried to uncheck a few (perhaps undoing all of your hardwork for the day), but (un)fortunately that doesn't seem to work. :)

In other news, it appears that you have almost completely returned to your old flirtatious ways with the ladies?
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Date:January 24th, 2006 02:54 am (UTC)


Dunno, I figure he woke up next to a cat.
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Date:January 24th, 2006 04:52 am (UTC)


I am so happy just to have made someone's list :)
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Date:January 24th, 2006 02:31 pm (UTC)

Re: swooning

Oh, you're on a list. Don't worry about that. . .
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Date:January 24th, 2006 04:56 am (UTC)
Maybe it's for those of us that really don't scream very often. I can't even REMEMBER the last time I screamed. Maybe on a rollercoaster? But that's more like shouting and going "WHEEEEEE!" or "FUUUUUUCK!", not screaming.

Buffett could be saying I should figure out why it is I never seem to scream!

Oh, and PS: I thought hte Holy Ghost was scary too. XD
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Date:January 24th, 2006 02:33 pm (UTC)
Ghosts are scary, no matter what.
Date:January 24th, 2006 09:18 am (UTC)
I like to be in touch with what makes me scream

Sexual stuff, on the surface.

I'm too tired to look beneath the surface at the moment.
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Date:January 24th, 2006 02:33 pm (UTC)
Surfaces are strange things. . . looking under them can be quite. . . informative. And scary. And difficult.

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