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Wednesday, March 30

Limbo

I have a house. I have internet. I have the wireless network set up. The necessities are complete.

I am still on the laptop; it will be several days until I can get into my office-to-be & put together my desk & PC. As a result, I probably won't be posting, or even doing much online. Laptops are convenient, but bloody uncomfortable -- my wrists hate it when I use the laptop.

The move went reasonably smoothly. It rained torrentially on Monday, so we were forced to postpone the move a day, as our driveway was a hundred yards of mud, and I knew that if a semi was even able to get in, it wouldn't get out. On the bright side, it gave us a day of rest, and a day for the contractors to finish up the two bathrooms upstairs & the kitchen.Well, mostly finish the kitchen, anyway.

The cats are not happy with their new home. They will be, but they'll need to adjust.

I am very happy, and very happy to be back in Athens. It's good to be home, but strange -- I still can't believe I don't have to leave. Except to make one final trip to the old house to pick up some last things & the other dog. Carrying seven cats and one dog was enough -- another hundred pounds of husky would have been a bit much.

Saturday, March 26

I'll be back.

Mere moments after I post this, I'll be disassembling my PC. Monday, the movers arrive & take all our carefully boxed belongings to the new house. On Tuesday, the cable people will supposedly hook us up. So sometime before 2006, I'll be back online & returning to regular posting.

Until then, hasta la vaca grande.

Monday, March 14

Moving on

Two weeks from today, I'm moving from here (near Columbus, OH) to Athens, Ohio. While I'm really excited to go home -- although I didn't grow up there, the six years I lived there convinced me that it was home -- I loathe packing & moving. As a result, I'm trying to limit my online time to keep me from avoiding said unpleasant task. So posts here are going to be sporadic for a while.

The other reason I'm moving is that this place is changing, rapidly and painfully. We moved out to Pataskala because we wanted to be in the country, but close to a city. There's a horse barn across the street. We have eight acres of woods; the horse folks have almost a hundred more. There used to be several hundred more wooded acres behind us.

And there's the rub -- "used to be."

Columbus is a rapidly expanding city. Or, rather, it's a continuously metastasizing suburban cancer. When we moved here, there was a single development going on, about four miles away. Now, there are probably eight or ten within two miles, and they've been clear-cutting whatever trees they can. This was not what I signed up for.

Athens is growing -- they have a Wal Mart now, as well as a number of other big box stores -- but it's still in the middle of Appalachia. There's only so much it can grow, so fast. Not so Columbus, which seems to have to end of expansionist appetite.

So we're leaving our beloved woods and gardens to live in town, although our new house is still surrounded by trees. On the other hand, the human climate of Athens is much more congenial; Athens County is one of the bluest counties in Ohio, and has a very strong grass roots sustainable agriculture community. Lots of organic farmers and progressive folks working cooperatively. The downside is that the college is a major party school, and downtown Athens is dominated by bars. And it's in the middle of Appalachia.

But it's still home, and I'm raring to get back to it.

Thursday, March 10

Is Wicca Gnostic?

The actual title of this interesting, and fairly lengthy, post is Are Witches Gnostic? However, the author, Jordan Stratford, is careful to distinguish between Witchcraft and Wicca.

Among the interesting comments made are these:
- Wicca was specifically invented by Gardner to popularize Thelemic Gnosticism (specifically the Gnostic Mass).

- Upon Crowley's death, Lady Freida Harris - the artist of the popular Thoth Tarot - understood Gardner (mistakenly) to be the head of the OTO in Europe. It was viewed by many within Crowley's circle that what Gardner was doing (Wicca) was merely an extension and performance of the Gnostic Mass.

- Gardner's Third Degree Initiation Ritual of the original Wicca is an exact copy of the Gnostic Mass

Honestly, I don't know enough about the history of Thelema & Crowley to say whether or not Stratford is on the level. He does link to an article which outlines the case at considerable length. The essay, called The Secret History of Modern Witchcraft
is a product of some nearly twenty years of research and revision on my part. There are conjectures that might be wrong, and certainly satirical points not intended to be taken at face value, but it is a carefully measured, honest appraisal of the origins of "the old religion" as it has called itself, or Wicca. It is not an attack on a system of religious beliefs.

For those that are interested in such things...enjoy.

Disinfo: Read it and disbelieve

If you don't get the Disinfo newsletter, you should. It's grand.

To make you feel better after reading about Keanu-as-Sinbad, I'm happy to pass along the rumor that
Jon Hansen is in discussions with Cartoon Network to bring 'Tales of Plush Cthulhu' to your digital television screen. This may include a Santa Cthulhu special

But wait...there's more!
Fiona Horne has returned to Los Angeles after filming a special in Palau, Micronesia that included a death-defying battle with a large Plush Cthulhu

If she lost the titanic battle of Fluffie Barbie vs. Plushie Cthulhu ... who would know?

From The World Is Getting More Like Disinformation.

Wednesday, March 9

Nooooooooo!

Keanu Reeves to be Sinbad the Sailor in upcoming movie
"Matrix" movie star Keanu Reeves has signed on to be Sinbad the Sailor, the legendary character from 'The Arabian Nights' in an upcoming movie set in eighth-century China.

China? What, we can't have an Arabic hero?

At least he's not in one of the Beowulf movies. Sinbad already has a storied history of cinematic suckiness.

I suppose it could be worse. He could be Popeye the Sailor.

"Whoa! Spinach."

10 Things I Have Learned,

I just ran across this earlier this morning, but I wanted to make mention of it. These are some pieces of wisdom from Milton Glaser, the designer/illustrator who, among other things, came up with the original 'I [heart] NY" logo.
All I ever wanted to do was to make images and create form. This instinct for form-making seems to be something that is very characteristic of our entire species. It's one of the things that almost defines humankind. I like the idea of cultures that do not have an idea of art as a separate activity from their daily life, such as many African groups, where there isn't a word that approaches the idea of art. They are very interested in containing magic but that is another thing. Among the Balinese, there is no word for art. They just say 'we do things the best that we can.' Which is a nice way to think about what we all do. I am going to tell you everything that I know about the practice of design. It is a sort of collage of bits and pieces that I have assembled over 50 years. It includes a lot of things I've said before but I've repackaged them rather attractively. This is what I've learned.

Now, the obvious followup, from a designer, would seem to be things like, "Don't mix stripes and plaid" or "Day-glo is evil, except when it isn't." But that isn't what Glaser's talking about. In fact, most of what he says applies as much to the art of living as to the specifically visual arts.

I think his piece of advice that struck me the most was, "Doubt is better than certainty."
Everyone always talks about confidence and believing in what you do. I remember once going to a class in Kundalini yoga where the teacher said that, spirituality speaking, if you believed that you had achieved enlightenment you have merely arrived at your limitation. I think that is also true in a more practical sense. Deeply held beliefs of any kind prevent you from being open to experience, which is why I find all firmly held ideological positions questionable. It makes me nervous when someone believes too deeply or too much. I think that being sceptical and questioning all deeply held beliefs is essential. Of course we must know the difference between scepticism and cynicism because cynicism is as much a restriction of one's openness to the world as passionate belief is. They are sort of twins.

That line between skepticism and cynicism is often vanishingly thin. And cynicism has a way of shading into contempt. Gods know I've crossed that line more often than I'd like. Curiosity doesn't necessarily kill the cat physically; jadedness and apathy can be real soul-killers.

"I can't meditate!"

The first thing that actually drew me to mole wasn't the pebble bit, it was this essay about meditation. For years, I said that I couldn't meditate. It was the Number One excuse I used to keep me from trying. I couldn't sit still. I couldn't focus. I couldn't maintain a routine.

Obviously, I finally did decide that I wasn't going to allow that belief to limit me. But I wish I had read this essay years ago, because it probably would have helped make me realize that what I thought was an insurmountable problem, wasn't.
Nowadays people have a different confession to make to me. "I can't meditate," they tell me. The impulse seems much the same. "You may as well know this at once: I'm someone you'll despise. Don't bother trying to teach me. I already know I can't do it." And usually, as with the English confession, [which is, that "I can't write!"] there's a pinch of defiance mixed in: "and you can't make me try to learn it, either."

But in this case I do care. So I usually try to find out what they mean. There are a few people who really can't or shouldn't do quiet meditation -- there are a few conditions, physical and mental, that make it impossible or inadvisable. But these are very rare. Nobody who has confessed to me has referred to such things. What they say is that they sit down, and their minds go crazy; thought piles on thought; their anxiety increases, if anything; and if their minds settle at all, it's only for a moment.

Most experienced meditators will look a little perplexed at this description of meditative failure. "Yes," they'll say, "that's what happens to me, too."

What people usually describe sounds like perfectly good meditation. The problem, apparently, is that they expected something else to happen.

I think it was the combination of avoidance with defiance that struck me. It's like, I knew that meditation would be "good for me," but, like any kid, I wanted to avoid the bitter pills necessary for treatment. Further, that avoidance and defiance made me feel somehow strong inside, even though I knew it was a sham, a dodge.

The last thing I wanted to do was to sit & listen to my thoughts. Listening to the internal dialog of a depressive is less than fun, and I think I was always worried that it would just make the inescapable thought loops that much tighter. It wasn't just that I couldn't control my mind, but that I was its prisoner.
If you've discovered that you can't meditate, you have already learned the first of the only two things meditation has to teach you, to wit, that your mind is not under your control.

And if you want to find out what the second one is, well ... you've got to read the essay.

Back in the Saddle; A Pebble For Your Thoughts?

I seem to have finally kicked this flu thing (again.) Between that & preparing to move, dealing with contractors, etc., I've gotten behind in my posting here. Time to start catching up, because I've got a whole slew of stuff I'm chewing on.

I'll begin with something brief. Dale, over at mole, had a great idea I feel the need to help perpetuate. It's based on the Jewish tradition of placing a pebble on a gravestone as a sign of remembrance. But I'll let him explain:
It certainly touched a cord with me. Very often I'm moved by a post, but I don't know why. Sometimes I'm not sure I really understand it, or maybe I just have nothing useful or intelligible to say in response, but I come up with a comment just to mark the connection. To leave a stone.

So I'm floating this proposed "emoticon", a little letter 'o' in parentheses, as a stone to leave in comments: (o)

Sunday, March 6

Churchy has no pants...Churchy needs no pants!

I love The Rude Pundit. Anyone who can make me laugh, make me think, and go past the line of what I consider cringeworthily vile -- which is pretty impressive in & of itself -- is my hero.

Recently, the Rude One took on Bush's faith based free-for-all. His answer? Founding his own church to get a piece of the pie.
See, the Rude Pundit's church'll be all about helpin' the homeless, educatin' the poor. And the only requirement for membership in the Rude Pundit's church - no one can wear pants. Jesus didn't wear pants. Neither did Moses, Abraham, or any prophets. Allah? Pants-free. And Buddha's diaper doesn't count. Yer Wiccan gods barely wear clothes. In the name of the commonality of all faith, spirit, and religion, no pants allowed. Or skirts. Or long robes. Indoors, 'cause it gets cold outside. It'll be the great equalizer, all that cock and pussy free-floating in the chapel.

While we'll have special good works for the pants-attached homeless, we'll host pantsless dinners for the hungry, pantsless adult education courses ('cause we're not fuckin' pedos - no kids allowed - we grown-ups know how much religion fucks up the kids), and, oh, the services in the chapel, all that singin' and swayin' with no pants. If you work at the church, you cannot wear pants at the office. You need pants? Get a job elsewhere 'cause you obviously don't believe in the mission of the church. You may not have pants, but you'll have one hell of a dental plan. Man, the Pantless Church of Rude Punditry for Jesus, Allah, Et Al will be the givingest fuckin' church the world has ever seen. And, 'cause Churchy wanna get paid, we'll apply for that government money, that Faith-Based and Community Initiative cash, and you know what? If George Bush gets his way, our pants-free worship won't matter one little bit.

Of course, I can't read this without thinking of Star Wars: Pants and, even more so, Lord of the Pants.

Gondor has no pants! Gondor needs no pants!

Giant Steps by Michal Levy

This is just too damned cool. Flash meets Coltrane.

Good Flash animation is rare. This is it.

Friday, March 4

Spacetime for Springers!

Gummitch, named after the main character of several Fritz Leiber stories.



Because the blogosphere needs more cat pictures that include UFOs.

The Cross in Space!

While I'm on a tear of wacky human behaviors inspired by Christian mythology...behold The Cross in Space
The cross will be over You personally! The Cross will be over every Nation on earth! Over Afghanistan! Saudi Arabia! Jerusalem! America! The cross in Space Satellite will be in a Polar orbit from pole to pole. As the earth turns it will pass over every inch of the earth like peeling an apple. The cross will circle the earth every one and a half hours. After launch we can tell you on our site when it will be over you and your nation. We have carried the cross in Every nation. Now we will, God willing have it flying above Every nation! We wave the cross in the face of Satan and proclaim that Jesus is Lord over All the Earth. All glory to God.

Maybe the Satan Wood Drive signs will burst into holy flames as a result of the transformative power of the Circumpolar Cruciform.

It's got to be the cold medicine.

(via Ol Cranky at The Disenchanted Forest, cause she rocks.)

Streets of HELL!!!!

Columbia, MD residents are tired of living with Satan.

This is just hilarious.
The U-shaped street in Columbia was supposed to be named Satin Wood Drive, based on an obscure poem by a whimsical poet. But the devil, it turns out, was in the details.

About 30 years ago, somewhere between the developer's plans and the county's official map, a misplaced letter doomed the residents of Satan Wood Drive.

"You almost feel ostracized, like you're the black sheep of the village," said Jamie Aycock, 31, an electrical engineer who lives on the block in Hickory Ridge Village. "Sometimes they look at me like I'm a devil worshipper."

I lived in Columbia for about three years, and worked at the Columbia Borders. Columbia is one of the country's older planned communities, started in the 50s, and it still bears the scars. While it isn't as purely white as it would like to be, it tries to forget those discolorations (with the possible exception of the wealthy Asians.) It's the creepiest, most artificial place I've ever lived -- and I grew up in Miami, FL.
Residents have adopted a variety of coping mechanisms. A priest who lives on the street sprinkles holy water around his house each year. Another man obscures the name by giving it a French pronunciation. Others simply call it S Street.

But patience has run thin, and the residents of Satan Wood Drive are petitioning Howard County for a name change. They have collected signatures and begun to raise money, hopeful their days as the butt of demonic jokes are coming to an end.

Their biggest obstacle has been getting people to take the problem seriously: At a recent town budget hearing, as the residents made their case, the meeting erupted in guffaws. "They wouldn't think it was so funny if they had to live on the street," muttered Barbara Chapman, who has lived there four years.

You are so wrong, muttering Ms. Chapman. Because, you see, I am not a prisoner of medieval superstition, and I am not so wrapped up in What Other People Think that I am concerned that others might not be able to handle the diabolic power of a street sign. Booga booga.

In fact, I'd have the best Halloween decorations. Ever.

Thursday, March 3

Jack Kerouac and Silver Ravenwolf

"Altho really frankly I think an American zendo with no rules and all the cats talking all day when they feel like it and orgies at night with shaktis would be the best thing . . . ." -- Jack Kerouac, letter to Gary Snyder, 1956, quoted in One Bird, One Stone, by Sean Murphy

Subtitled "108 American Zen Stories," One Bird, One Stone is a loose history of Zen in America, a series of dialogs between teachers and students, and a wide-ranging series of anecdotes about various American Zen practitioners drawn from interviews and archives. It's enjoyable on a number of levels; at the most basic, it's extremely entertaining, showcasing a broad array of personalities and experiences. I find it historically interesting, as well, because I know only somewhat about the history of Buddhism in America. While I knew about the Beats and Alan Watts, I didn't know that a Zen master first visited the States in 1893 for the World Parliament of Religions in Chicago. I'd mentally connected the American Transcendentalists (Emerson, Thoreau) with Buddhism, but I hadn't known that Emerson printed Buddhist texts in his magazine, while Thoreau drew inspiration from the Lotus Sutra for his retreat to Walden.

And, of course, the stories are often enlightening in and of themselves:
An electric news screen has a lot of lightbulbs and shows letters by lighting some of them up . . . . When you look at it from afar, it certainly seems as though the letters are flowing, but when you go up close and look at it, it is just some lightbulbs going on and off, and there is not a single flowing letter. In the same way as that, everything in the universe seeming to exist and seeming to be active is completely untrue. . . .

Everything in the universe is like that.

Yasutani Roshi, One Bird, One Stone, p37
What has struck me the most, however, is how similar, in some ways, the rise of Zen in the 50s and 60s parallels the rise of Paganism since then -- and the differences are just as intriguing.

The way that Kerouac talked about Buddhism, as encapsulated by the quote at the top of the post, sounds very much to me like a Pagan festival. For that matter, the initial view of Zen in the West has a lot in common with Paganism. The first great popularizer of Zen in the West, D.T. Suzuki, although formally trained, consciously transformed traditional Japanese Zen practice. As author Sean Murphy puts it:
Suzuki's eloquent writings about the freedom inherent to Zen, its iconoclasm, distrust of authority, and absence of ritual or dogma, sent a compelling message to an American society whose spiritual traditions appeared to be running out of steam.

Thus have I heard many American Pagans praising their own paths. And, since Paganism is a recent creation (albeit partly based on older forms) there's nothing to gainsay this view. Not so Zen.
Some of these statements, however, have turned out to be, strictly speaking, not entirely accurate -- as many of the Zen boomers discovered when they went on to train with traditional masters and discovered that form and hierarchy were very much in place. . . . Suzuki frequently neglected to mention the essential practice of zazen. Why?

I once asked an American Zen priest, a vocal admirer of Suzuki, what he thought the reason was for these omissions.

"He was trying to invent a new tradition," replied the priest. "He felt that Asian forms had grown stale and the spirit had gone out of the practice. He was trying to save it by creating a new Zen of the West -- a Zen Westerners could handle. That he could handle. And he probably thought trying to get us to actually sit still and be silent was a hopeless mission!"

One Bird, One Stone, p45
As I lay in bed last night, somewhat delirious, all of this went swirling about, keeping me from the sleep I needed. Somehow, Suzuki became Scott Cunningham, and Kerouac became Silver Ravenwolf. Look, Ananda -- fluffy Buddhists!

But, then, the mind whirled on -- if that were some kind of parallel, how come Zen got Kerouac and Ginsberg and Gary Snyder and Philip Whelan and John Cage? What'd Paganism get ... Stevie Nicks & Godsmack?

Of course, I heard the Greek chorus in my head, "Oh, but Pagans are persecuted against. How can we get anything out there, since everyone thinks we're Satanists?" I am sure that no Zen Buddhist, Japanese or American, ever experienced difficulties on account of the fact that the US had just gone to war with Japan. The 50s being a time of great acceptance and all.

Furthermore, Zen does have an actual series of traditions, of discipline, of an aim beyond "what feels right." Some Pagan trads do, some are trying to, but most are stuck in solipsistic ego preening. I used to think that form, discipline, and devotion were traps for the weak, that authority only existed to be resisted. I was so wrong. "Emptiness is not other then form and form is not other then emptiness." I think a stick upside the head, or maybe just a hearty, "Kwatz!" would do them some good.

But that just may be the cold medicine talking.

Wednesday, March 2

Brief update

Well, the success I mentioned in my last post was, indeed, a success.

We closed on our new house on Monday, and spent the night there, and nearly spent the night again last night because of the snowstorm. We came back to ~8" of snow, with drifts that were more than 2' deep. Very exciting.

I'm supposed to leave tomorrow to go the Southwest, the culmination of a dream. Unfortunately, I think that the evil flu -- which already laid me low once this winter -- may be back. I'm supposed to see the doc this afternoon & I'll see what she says.

I didn't get a chance to sit yesterday, which was disappointing, but I did today. I don't like missing days; for one thing, my practice is still so tenuous that it totally throws my groove off, as it were. For another, it's always a struggle for me to change my routine, and even a minor slip-up can cause problems.

If I don't update tomorrow, I'm off to the desert. I may or may not get a chance to update while I'm gone; I'll have my laptop, but I expect I'll be more interested in going & doing than staying in. I'm due to come back late on the 11th.