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| Wednesday, July 8th, 2009 | | 5:09 pm |
Tornado Warnings for Worcester County & The State of the Lawn Address
Well, that's what the blurb on NPR news was an hour or two ago. I haven't posted for awhile. Things have been mostly ok since Beltane thus far. I've been getting back into projects and work-related problem solving since then. Like the rest of New England, Wormtown has been pretty damp since Summer Solstice. I dislike yard work, so it's a valid excuse to ignore the encroaching green for extended periods of time. However, there is a point where it goes from scruffy to downright unattractive, and I go into fits of non-shirking behavior. Yesterday I got out the loppers and trimmers and pruned the Japanese Weeping Cherry. The Iris greens R. put in last year are thriving- no flowers yet. The mint is going fine, as is the mugwort. There's a bunch of purposefully planted unknowns I can't identify. I'll have to ask my girlfriend to tell me their names, and then I'll tag them with stakes. In back, the lambsquarters are plentiful, but many are riddled with insect holes. I may thin them out. Dun dun dun!!! | | Saturday, June 13th, 2009 | | 8:58 pm |
Having a comfortable day.
I've had a quiet and comfortable day. I spent most of it in the quiet of my living room, assembling my newest line of drinking horns. This is an "economy model". Small horn, simplified strap assembly. The dye mixes came out very nicely... It is so nice to have a really sturdy coffee table and a small yet comfortable couch. Tomorrow I will be approaching Mr. Buffing Machine. (He's a "Mister" 'cos he broke another crafter's fingers *twice* before I bought him... He's got 3/4 horsepower, and does not suffer foolishness at all.) I have a few carved horns to polish. | | Monday, June 8th, 2009 | | 4:54 pm |
| | Saturday, May 23rd, 2009 | | 7:00 pm |
Bak....bin bizy
After closing the shop for the evening, I went out into the parking lot and picked a handful of wild spinach to eat as part of my dinner. I shredded some turkey kilbasa, and ate them with the greens I picked and some mustard with two slices of bread. I might re-heat some baked yam later. I have been in a holding pattern for a few days. I've been thinking about my various minor medical adventures in the past few months, the Babylon's Temple project and wonder where the heck my life is going to go in the next two months. Will I still be doing the same thing for a living (such as I do)? What will my journey with Ms. B bring ? Who will I be by the end of the summer ? I don't know whether I'm better off seeking the company of others outside of my professional life, or mostly keeping to myself. Balance may not be all it's cracked up to be...... | | Monday, April 27th, 2009 | | 6:43 pm |
Slouching up to the Stilletos....
The last few weeks have not been Fabulous. However, there have been breaks in the clouds. The results of my very first cancer screening were negative. I have another month to go from the time I get back from this weekend to see an end to the trouble involving my business and the State. There is hope, slim or otherwise. Two of the cats are ill, but it looks like they will get better. Again, stressful but there may be a light at the end of the tunnel that isn't a train. In two days I will be leaving for FSA Beltane. I will be running a Temple space in honor of Babylon, The Great Mystery. It's time to put aside the worry lines for eyeliner, and kick off the Doc Martens and zip up the go-go boots! See you in the Funny Pages! | | Tuesday, April 14th, 2009 | | 9:43 pm |
Geek Out: Calling all Occultists!
'K! I'm looking for a readable translation of the Book of Enoch, or commentary on the story behind the Nephilim. Accompanying commentary is fine. Thanks, Baphy | | 9:40 pm |
I. Feel. Stupid.
I feel stupid. I just checked my friends list, and I realized that two people I was keeping in touch with despite difficulties in the past had unfriended me. In the words of Butthead , "Uhhh... Whoa". I. Feel.
Stupid.
| | Friday, April 10th, 2009 | | 11:47 am |
A Month Colored by Shades of Grey
I woke up this morning at around 8am. This is a perfectly reasonable hour for me. This gives me enough time to kick my brain into gear, eat a nice breakfast, and take care of pre-store hour errands. When I first wake up, I like to stretch my body out a bit in order to see how everything is moving. I have found that checking in with my body first thing is helpful. Then I close my eyes, and for lack of a better way of putting it, take a mental inventory. To continue along this line, I did not care for something I perceived. The easiest way to explain what it was that I found troubling is to "set a metaphor". Let us say that my mind, upon first waking up, is like a bedroom with a window that is large enough to let in a significant amount of sunlight. When I worke up this morning, and visualized this room, I noticed that there was a thin but highly visble layer of what seemed to be fine, grey ash on most of the furniture, and in little piles sporadically portioned in sections over the carpet. Most disturbingly, there was even a narrow grey heap across the foot of my bed. While I could see the light of the sun streaming in through the window, I also noted a fine dry soot meandring among the beams. I woke up with what I and some other people I know call "a case of the greys" or "greyness". Like volcanic ash, it's deceptively fine and at first, insubstantial looking. Utterly silent. Unfortunately, it's insiduous. If left unchecked, it gets everywhere in my "house". It affects my work, my ability to concentrate... how my food tastes, my sese of security in my relationships.
While this is not the first time I have awoken with a "case of the greys" , the grey is not my friend. I need to find a way to vaccum that shit up. It interferes with my ability to take care of myself properly, relate to other people and have a productive life.
The conditions are fairly optimal for the greyness to enter my house and gather.
It's been a difficult months worth of days to process. In the beginning of it, a medical professional sent me a letter and told me that it would be a good idea to come back into his office and get checked out for a form of cancer in the next 8 weeks. If things go well, the suspect cells will not continue to mutate, and minor surgery can be used to remove them from my body before they convince surronding cells that they should defect to Project Mutate as well.
A week ago, I recieved disturbing news that I didn't know what to do with, and I still don't. Everyone makes errors in judgement from time to time. I'm no exception to that- that's why I haven't decided what recieving that news means. The problem was the timing. If I had recieved the unfortunate news right after the information was released, I would feel very differently. I feel like I could have made some small shifts in my thinking and behavior to accomodate it. When I recieved it, a significant period of time had passed. I still can try and accomodate this news, but now it's got this miasma of doubt and uncertainty around it. I haven't figured out what that delay indicates about my value to this other person, and how deeply I can trust that individual. Is it wise to trust someone to serve and protect you, if that person showed reluctance to do right by others that are higher on that individuals priority list?
Two days ago I recieved a call from a State Employee. That State Employee's utterance was short and sharp. He's decided to give me two months to comply with a demand from the state, or I will be out of a job. No, not a job, my career. Even the word "career" seems inadequate. I'm going to do my damndest to not lose this fight, but it's going to take a solution that I haven't come up with yet.
So yeah. My mind is now prime real estate for Grey. It's insiduous, as I mentioned. Without filtration, it gets into car engines and chokes them. It makes food inedible. It can make the air unbreathable. I intellectually understand that things in my sphere could be much, much worse, but I still have enough perspective to know that The Grey is warping my ability to see.
And breathe.
| | Sunday, March 29th, 2009 | | 6:34 pm |
Checking in at the end of the month...
This computer is really low on RAM, so I am not going online as much as usually do. No more upgrading is possible, so I am probably getting a replacement soon. Meanwhile, been busy with the yearly medical checkups, going through all of the boxes in various rooms and occasionally finishing a project here and there. For about a week, I've been laid fairly low with a bout of cold or flu. I have a check up with my GP this week anyway, so I'll be able to find out if it bronchitis or not. I spent most of today in bed listening to the radio. Tonight I will be finishing a few more preliminary drawings for a complex leather piece depicting the Norse Nine Worlds. Pencils to sharpen..ever more tea to drink. | | Monday, March 23rd, 2009 | | 2:25 pm |
Lots of silly running about....
Many things have been going on in the last couple of whatevers since I last posted. Where do I start? I had an A-OK time at Winterstar in Akron Ohio in February. The majority of my presentations I made were well attended. I met a lovely Santera from OH who was kind enough to do an "improptu consulta" for me that turned out to be rather helpful. I came back, and of course, was promptly sick with another upper resp infection for another week. More recently I have been putting a lot of time and effort towards unpacking and organizing the many MANY boxes, bags and other assorted things that have been cluttering my business and apartment since the building was rennovated about a year ago. The excavation is still going on. I found some of my lost tools, a few costuming items and lots, and lots of notes on all sorts of things. I've also done some basement sorting as well. The process has been going on for at least two weeks. I haven't delayed this project or quit yet, which has been a problem in the past. Staying orderly and organized is not my strong point. I actually may have room for the dance pole to be set up in the Babylon & Baphomet room in the not-too distant. FSA Beltane is coming up in the not-too-distant. I need to switch gears from the "planning stage" into the actualization stage" for v1 of Babylon's Temple. I need to confirm and schedule staff where possible and start readying my gear, and do my best to help my student get his end of the operation in order. I've been doing my best to get input from other people who have had experience running erotic/spiritual oriented spaces as part of a wider gathering in the past year. The Boss Lady, of course, has been fairly clear on what She'd like to see done and how She'd like things to be run. I'm doing my best with the resources I have at hand when it comes to managing the space, phys obs, and limited availability of possible staff to help me run the not-so-erotic parts of the Temple. The funny thing is, the proposal hasn't even been officially approved yet, but it would be foolish to put this off until things are trully "set in stone". I sent in the proposals for Babylon's Temple and about 9 workshops. It will be interesting to see what gets approved this year. It's all fairly exiting. | | Wednesday, March 4th, 2009 | | 7:42 pm |
Solace in Sogginess....
I'm tired. Ten+ trips up the stairs to the3rd floor to haul out abandoned property. Only cleared about half the stuff. Got all that I hauled sorted. The trash was *nasty*. Soiled diapers, rotten cat litter (really- I'm talking *moldy* poop here), and much old food waste. I had to re-bag a bunch of it because our city has special yellow bags to pick up trash in. There are about 8 bags worth of donatable clothes and shoes in 30 gallon bags too. I'm kinda grossed out. Between the fecal element and the old damp cigarettes, I am not up to cooking tonight. I'm taking a good long bath instead. I have about 16 more bags of stuff to go. One of the remaining trash bags upstairs is split & unrepairable. It too, smells sickly sweet of rot. That smell is hard to get out of my sinuses. | | 7:16 pm |
Runeset Pic
 Here's a Futhork Runeset I produced for a Mengloth's Market customer. The wood is poplar. I like that the grain is visible. | | Thursday, February 12th, 2009 | | 12:57 am |
Mr. Lincoln, I've been thinkin'....
I've been busy lately. Weekend before last I visited a student in MD. The week following I was sick. I seem to be suddenly "more than half way better" today. This weekend I'm presenting at Winterstar. I've been feeling a bit melancolic lately. My heart's been aching a bit. Could be seasonal. Could be thinking too much. My life is not so bad as all that at all- intellectually I can recognize that, which at least means I can still think outside of the funk, I guess. I went to the library today. I've been trying to read a little more lately. I've been reading a few works on Abraham Lincoln. I happen to be fond of him as a historical figure- very interesting reading. This one is full of psychological conjecture. What's making it extra entertaining, is someone's left clearly opinioned notes in the margins. So the *three* of us will share our thoughts (the author, myself and this other reader) over coffee and breakfast in a few hours time. Ciao for now, Baphy | | Tuesday, January 20th, 2009 | | 11:21 am |
State of The She Dragon on Inauguration (sp) Day
I was at the Sci-fi/Fantasy con Arisia throughout most of the weekend. This was a fairly painless gig. I have to check the final numbers, but I think I may have just about broke even this year. In about a week I should be on my way to visit a student in the DC area. I haven't gone on a trip for this purpose since 2007. Mid February I will be making an appearance at Winterstar, a conference held by the same group that puts on Starwood. Meanwhile, I should be home / in shop for awhile. I'm somewhat tired right now. I tackled the snow removal this morning before opening the shop. Fortunately, while not in top condition & need of repair, it still runs. I was able to get the driveway and paths in service again in fairly short order. I'll have to clean up the end of the driveway manually as the plows have been by a few times. | | Tuesday, December 30th, 2008 | | 11:42 am |
Separating Truth From Fiction: Crossposted Across the Web
Hey All: A few days ago, a customer comes into my shop and tells me that his carving teacher told him that spirit and oil dyes have already been banned in California, and that Oil and Spirit dyes are going to be banned in 2009 nationwide. This sounded incredibly unfeasible, as NONE of the suppliers I use have said boo about any such thing, and there is bubkus on the subject when I do Google searches. Now, I called the carving instructor who works at a local place, and he insisted what I had been told was true. Then I called Fiebing. The rep from Fiebing told me that this was absolute bunk, and that some reps from companies like Tandy were feeding folks a line of bull in order to push their own products. I'd really like to see some documentation on this before I believe one word of it. | | Thursday, December 25th, 2008 | | 12:18 pm |
Making a List... Checking it Twice.
Hey All. I'm putting together a list of folks who might be interested in participating in an e-mail discussion about "Initiatory Rite Design". If I already communicated with you about this, that's cool- I probably will remember to put you on the list. If you aren't sure, reply here, send an e-mail. I'm going to naively presume that if you are a person that "doesn't practice" (BDSM scene work, Pagan Spirituality, or have interest in ritual design or some kind of combo) That you will not really have a reason to participate. The purpose of the list is to exchange ideas, discussion and civilized debate that will "feed into" work I am currently doing. I need a "Think Tank". If you aren't sure if I'd want your input, please feel free to raise your hand anyway, with the understanding that I may decline. Thanks, The Pink Sphinx of Babylon | | Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008 | | 12:12 pm |
3+6=9 : "All Sexed Up and Retard Strong"
Yesterday was my birthday. I celebrated with a roast beef sandwich, a bowl of hot & sour soup, a can of Coke-a-Cola and a few chapters of Diamond Days. The day itself wasn't too bad, but not a great triumph either. I somehow got my computer to function again, but managed to break the new snow thrower for the house. I also discovered that Crybaby has an absessed wound in his ear, which he won't let me drain, so a vet will have to do it. I was very pleased when I called my partners in Herne's Town, and they sang The Birthday Song to me. I got every note, and a few they invented soley in honor of the occasion. I also got to talk with Sunastria while in the bath, which made me feel all snuggly inside even as the water became tepid. I finally got in touch with my friend Shane and made him laugh too. He's a good person who I am very fond of. I hope to some day be as resourceful and helpful as he is. Glowroper posted a very nice birthday greeting in his LJ for me, which turned out to be just the right thing to lift my mood this afternoon too. The photo above was taken by Adrian Welsh moons ago. I still look like that, but with more visible lines in my face when I look in the mirror. Thinking upon that picture reminded me of an incident that occurred at a festival I was presenting at a few years back. I had the opportunity to get a reading from the creator of the Nybor Tarot. It was an odd sort of reading- the actual "text" of the reading was decent, but the commentary seemed, at times, all balls and no juice. At one point, he was trying to give me business advice in the way of how I should conduct consultations. He picked up my hands, and said that they showed signs of manual labor rather than smoothness and feminity, *and that I should cover them with gloves*(which would give me an aura of mystery anyway). He ended that reading by planting a smacker on my lips. I tolerated this and simply kept them pressed shut, as I concluded it was probably bad form to klop an elder on the kopf, and no true harm was intended or done. This morning I thought about my hands, now tipped with acrylic nails and more distinctly lined with sinew and vein than ever before. The acrylic has made it possible for this dragon to have longer, shinier, more colorful claws and brought a prior life-long habit of worrying and chewing them to a close. The backs of them are lightly etched with scratches and tiny gouges. This is par for the course- the result of working bare handed with tools, wood, sand paper,( etc.) and herding cats. 3+6=9... 9 is three 3s, The Hermit in the Waite Tarot Deck. I'm not big on the whole "Tarot Trump of the Year" bit, but I find myself thinking about it anyway. (When you are a hammer... nail.. that whole thing,)The typical associations with the Hermit look like this one from http://www.rider-waite-tarot.com/page/2/: "9 - The Hermit - withdrawal from society, working alone, inner search" if anyone has anything to add to that, please feel free to comment. -SheDragon Out. | | Thursday, December 11th, 2008 | | 1:20 pm |
Audition #1: Nominally Successful
My first Exotic Dance audition went all right. It was *fast*. I was grateful that I had a former dancer to get advice from. The DJ played some Marylin Manson for me (YESSS!) and some Korn, and was able to draw some tip money. The MoD (manager on duty) asked for contact info and my hours of availablity, so I figure that I must have been at least half way decent. I had time for a little pole work, a little tumbling, some floor work and managed not to get caught in any clothing. TA-DA!!!! The whole thing without the cab ride was about 20 minutes tops. Got to check out the backstage scene- it was interesting. Cell-phone drama a-plenty. I made D. another Manwich this morning. Need to get ms. B some more wine. Next step: getting some hours or another audition. | | Wednesday, December 10th, 2008 | | 2:39 am |
Naked.
Well.. I will probably be very busy tomorrow getting ye ducks in order for the audition. I am very nervous- preparation has not gone as smoothly as I would like. However, I found some useable music, I can get the clothes I currently own on and off, and I have someone I can look forward to calling on the phone when I get home. (Insert hand wringing, big-eyed blinky stare, and boo-boo lipped expression of utter trepidation here). | | Monday, December 8th, 2008 | | 10:08 pm |
"Divine Inspiration"
The novena says "Divine Intervention". It's of Divine in a red dress in a wooded area brandishing a pistol. The sandwich is a "Sloppy Joe" (with "Manwich sauce" of course). I will be getting some cigarettes for this altar soon... probably something pretty girly... like Virginia Slims. -Baphy  |
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