Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Egyptian Sphinxes & Southern Oracles

Tara, Mom, and I shared a fascinating conversation on ancient Egyptian culture. We brought up The Neverending Story, and how the Southern Oracle is reminiscent of the sphinxes. (You remember: Atreyu must pass through the two "sisters" without fear in his heart -- otherwise their lazer-beam eyes would zap and kill him.)

Then, in my search for a picture of the Southern Oracle, I came across this hilarious spoof on The Neverending Story and Falkor, the flying Luck Dragon. I can't stop smiling:

Friday, September 26, 2008

mood of the week, the pluralized version.




Monday, September 22, 2008

mood of the day

Pin It Forward

Today has been a strange day, in a good way. I awoke from a dream where I was walking through a lovely flower garden; I walked alongside N from work, and we were drawn down a sunlit path toward a metal statue of Saint Francis, who – for some subconscious reason of mine I’m trying to figure out – was Japanese rather than Italian. The whole statue/sculpture (including the fawn next to him) was inspired by Japanese art & culture. I understand why N was with me – she’d just lost her cat during a routine procedure to have him neutered; I’d sent my regrets; Saint Francis is the patron of animals – but I’m not sure about the rest. Well, that’s not true. I have some healthy suspicions, but those fall under the “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” realm of the Nathan Heart Zone.

I ran over a nail and got a flat, too. This didn’t upset me, however. There have been two other instances in Oregon where I’ve gotten flat tires from nails – one on the day I arrived, the next on the day I moved from Corvallis to Portland – so I found it oddly fitting I’d get one today, when so many forces have aligned and converged on this of all days, 2008’s autumn equinox. I didn’t even feel that bad when the tire guys told me I should probably pay for new tires while they were at it, something I’ve had coming for a while. I just went with it, despite my non-desire to fork over the extra dough.

Last week at the dentist, while getting my initial assessment, I met Marie, one of the dental assistants. She commented on my Sleepy Hollow pin, and I almost gave it to her on the spot. Almost. She went on about Ichabod Crane and the Headless Horseman, and I know what that feels like, to be so into a scary tale, its myth throughout time. Over the past week I’ve received two different pins from two different friends: a Beverly Hills, 90210 pin from Robin (with an attached note that said, “Brandon and Dylan are dangerously close to one another”) and one from Glenn that reads, “I’m Particular". Today at my dental cleaning, who should do my cleaning, but good ol’ Marie. I handed her the pin on the spot. We made a “Pin It Forward” (half) joke. Then, while she was doing my cleaning, I just felt this crackling aura/energy from her. Seriously. I have this weird suspicion that Marie and I knew one another in a past life, and that for whatever reason the fates wanted to align us in the dental office. I think she felt it, as well. There were these lovely tendrils of kindness and quirkiness and silence buzzing between us. It was comforting, weird, wonderful.

So many other little things today. Songs on the radio. Encounters at work. The hushed sound of change. I’m liking it.

p.s. I had an amazing weekend, with a luxurious and rare moment of exchanged peacock feathers. For now, I feel like I need to tuck that moment (the whole weekend, actually) into my hoodie's pocket, keep it safe and warm and exciting.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Quote of the Week

"WHEN THE PAWN hits the conflicts he thinks like a king
what he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight
and he’ll win the whole thing 'fore he enters the ring
there’s no body to batter when your mind is your might
so when you go solo, you hold your own hand
and remember that depth is the greatest of heights
and if you know where you stand, then you know where to land
and if you fall it won’t matter, cuz you’ll know that you’re right"

--Fiona Apple
(*the above is the full name of her second album,
commonly referred to as When the Pawn...)

Mood of the Week

Monday, September 15, 2008

'Palin' Comparison

Someone close to me recently wrote this email to her cousin, in response to her cousin's question about what she thought of Sarah Palin. I think it's very well-written, and full of some (controversial) nuggets of wisdom. My friend's given me permission to share it.



I think that the Republicans did a smart thing by picking a woman for a running mate. Too bad it was her. She could set women's rights back a hundred years, but so many people would vote just on the fact that she is a woman without checking out the platform that she represents. I hope the Hillary crowd will vote for someone who will improve women's rights, Obama, vs. someone that is a woman but is a total Bush supporter and will take away more that contribute to women and the middle class.

I am the first to admit that I am not great with all of the details, but it does not take much to realize that the rights of the poor and middle class, women, gays, etc. are in great peril due to the Bush Administration. I would like to see more money spent in the US to improve schools, provide health care, and not cover for the wealthy by huge tax breaks. There is only so much money that people can spend, so why protect the rights of the rich to gain more wealth? The average family cannot even make ends meet, and providing education, health coverage etc. are not possible. What a terrible way to live a life knowing that you can never escape your situation, never take a vacation, never treat your family to a night out, never get a good night’s sleep knowing that your family may not be safe and provided for. People like to mention the amount of crime that is associated with the lower class, but all of that crime together does not come close to the crime of hiring Halliburton, paying mercenaries like Blackwater, and bailing out major corporations with ties to upper class politicians.

When I was in my teens my father told me about a book he read about the Trilateral Agreement where the very rich from around the world came up with a plan to control world wealth; they had already been doing these things for years and years. The plan is that you eliminate the middle class and always have wars; control the banking systems; and do not provide education for the poor. There must always be wars funded by the rich and fought by the poor and middle class. Fund wars, where all the companies that would receive war contracts would be arranged in advance, then the war would be drummed up on any false charges and the rich would reap vast wealth at the cost of the “disposable” poor and middle class. Never educate people so that they do not question what you are doing. Let’s face it, if you work hard all day, are you still going to have enough energy to defend yourself against all of this? No, it is hard enough just to get by day to day. The main goal of the Trilateral Agreement after WWII was that Japan and Germany would be funded, and progress of the middle class of Americans would be brought down financially so as to create only the classes of the rich and poor. Does any of this sound familiar to you? I think about what my dad said all the time, because it is all falling into place, just like he said it would. Tri meaning Asia, Europe and the United States. Just like Rothschild funded Germany in WWII even though they were Jews eliminating the Jews, the wealthy and the religious right now are in the position to control the US.

I feel that the banking crisis is another example of how the poor and middle class can be controlled. If there is a form of funding created that people can use to purchase their American Dream, all kinds of people are going to try to invest in homes and businesses. If you all of a sudden pull all the finances out from under people’s feet, think of all the great investments that will become available for people with money to snatch up for pennies on the dollar. All of the funding regulations were suddenly changed, millions of people are losing their homes and businesses, yet the banks are sticking to the new rules, holding back money from everyone except the ones who already have access to money. It is causing a depression in retail, all areas of the housing industry, auto sales, restaurant businesses, vacation industries, etc. So the rich buy and buy for pennies on the dollar, and the middle class becomes poorer, broadening the gap between the rich and poor.

Who will fund all of this poverty? The middle class, of course, which of course will force their standard of living even lower. I'll bet that after the economy bottoms out, all of a sudden the lending rules and regulations will be changed again so the middle class can be approved for funding once more, and they then can reinvest in the same kind of homes, etc. that they had before but at vastly inflated prices. Thank you, President Bush! We can buy back what was taken away from us and make the rich richer with our own money. So we are not only paying more in taxes to bail out the banking systems, but then we can purchase back our own stuff from the people who took it away in the first place. Of course I am more in tune to feeling this way because I just lost everything in a real estate venture, but time will tell if I am right, wrong, or just nutty. Aren't you sorry you asked my opinion? What do you think of it all?


Friday, September 12, 2008

mood of the week

quote of the day

"It was very much intended as an elegy. There are things dying out as we speak, things that are coming into being. In a deeper metaphysical sense, there is the feeling of growing older and of the world changing and of loss. On the very simple level, the loss of my parents and how the world for me is really a different place--completely different without them. I'd like to think of these four characters--these two backward-looking characters and these two forward-looking characters. Preservationists-people who are trying to conserve the past in some way--George, the gardener, and Dave, whose circus world may be near an end. And there's a sadness, a definite sadness on both their parts. On the other hand, you have a guy who('s) talking about shit-eating rodents, cold-blooded vermin that are perhaps gonna do better than we do in the future. After all, they're less concerned with the individual at the expense of society as a whole. Maybe they'll replace us. And of course it is explicit with the robot guy when he says when the robots leave this building they'll take over. There may not be enough room for us or any other carbon-based life form on the planet. It's not just the end of the circus, it's the end of the carbon-based circus. And Rodney is celebrating it and he's not bemoaning the fact that the world may come to an end. It's 'hey, way to go.' It's something to be embraced rather than feared."

--Errol Morris, director of the documentary Fast, Cheap & Out of Control
(*thanks to Glenn for passing this along)

Thursday, September 11, 2008


This morning I wrote a part of a scene in my novel that involves ships and masts. Then, while getting ready for work (and finding a card for S, who was having a bad day yesterday), I came across Grandma Lilly's birthday card to me, sent in December. Ships were at sea at full mast. I'd forgotten I'd kept this card, her last one to me, since she passed away in early 2008 at age 99.

"Caress" used to be my favorite word. Then, for a long time, it was "Eclipse". Now I'm not sure what it is; I don't think I need to have one; there are literally thousands of words I love to bite into like fresh orange wedges or ice cream. In fact, "crave" (as in craving delicious words) could be a strong contender.

Mom bought a different bar of soap recently -- one we haven't used before -- and the first time I lathered it on its scent wafted out into the shower, strong and familiar; the smell took over the entire bathroom. It took me only a few seconds to realize it's the kind of soap that Grandma Lilly used for as long as I can remember. Her bathroom was that smell, alongside tiny candles and the ruffled shower curtain. She was that smell. It's such a strong memory of mine. Earlier this week I glanced at the bar of soap -- "What brand is it?" I thought to myself -- and, yes, even after being used for several days, its edges softened and mushy now, the soap's brand name could still be read: Caress.

more proof that unicorns exist (and why we need to do our part to protect them)


mood of the morning.

come away melinda

i love this song by uriah heep:


i have great memories of rocking out on my rocking (out) horse to uriah heep's "birds of prey", though it can't compare to this haunting melody about war and a fractured family.

seems fitting i would post the link to this song today, 9/11.

thanks, mom, for introducing this song into my life!

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Sometimes I love being shallow --

-- as is witnessed by my current obsession with Shannen Doherty's return to 90210. I don't even have cable anymore (thus I don't get the CW), but I anxiously await reuniting with Brenda when Season One is released on DVD. Brenda -- you ARE 90210 in my book.

p.s. to Jennie Garth -- I love you, too.

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

8-8-8, 9-9-9, and Eve(s)

I awoke this morning with a very strange feeling: I don't even know how to describe it. Tendrils of my dreams washed over me, little bits about so many people in my life, and there was this poetic melancholy on my skin, hopeful whimsy, shadowed ideals. As dreams do, the feeling(s) faded away over the course of the next few hours, and I can't help but be haunted (in mostly good ways, I think) by what my dreams were revealing. They were spiritual and lustful simultaneously, dark like chocolate is dark -- not the greatest for you, but filled with some aphrodisiac. Delicious.

(My words really don't capture this waking quality whatsoever. But they're all I've got for now!)

Later in the morning I glanced at the wolf calendar on my wall, and noticed that today is 9-9-8, exactly one year -- and thus the eve -- of 9-9-9. Nine is such a spiritual number, three trinities joined, and I can't help but wonder what the next year will hold for me. And of course I look back at this year (the infamous one of 8-8-8, when so much has been deconstructed, when so much has been learned), and now I'm moving past the arc of midway, my heart & soul throbbing with the beginnings of new lessons, greater strengths.

I'm cracking out of eggshells left and right. I'm scared, but the air feels fresh and reinvigorating!

Friday, September 05, 2008

Happy Birthday, Tash!

Today is Tori's daughter's birthday. She's 8. Let's all wish her a good one!

I want to read this book.

"Clara Marsh is an undertaker who doesn't believe in God. She spends her solitary life among the dead, preparing their last baths and bidding them farewell with a bouquet from her own garden. Her carefully structured life shifts when she discovers a neglected little girl, Trecie, playing in the funeral parlor, desperate for a friend.... It changes even more when Detective Mike Sullivan starts questioning her again about a body she prepared three years ago, an unidentified girl found murdered in a nearby strip of woods. Unclaimed by family, the community christened her Precious Doe. When Clara and Mike learn Trecie may be involved with the same people who killed Precious Doe, Clara must choose between the steadfast existence of loneliness and the perils of binding one's life to another."

*Thank you to Scott Heim for the recommendation (www.scottheim.com). He keeps a great blog; you should check it out.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

mood of the morning

Me, Mom, & Coffee

Mom and I are sitting here in the early A.M., drinking coffee, reading, eating breakfast, and getting ready to start our days. It's relaxing, peaceful, goofy, and sweet. She has her TWO pairs of glasses on (and one pair is missing a stem/arm). She's so cute.

....And she just caught me writing about us on my blog:)