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The concert last night was good, even though I can't say I have much appreciation for the Beatles. I understand their importance to history, but the music itself I just don't enjoy that much, either lyrically or melodically.

Spring has definitely arrived, no doubt in my mind-- it's sandals weather pretty much exclusively from here on out,and in addition to the warmth, the air has a different energetic quality on the spirit level, something to do with pushing out, moving with purpose beyond the heavy,crushing stasis of winter. Much as I love the colder months, there's something ineffable about the renewal of the year-- not as hot as summer and late summer, but still awakening us to the possibilities inherent in the turning of the year.
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The concert last night was good, even though I can't say I have much appreciation for the Beatles. I understand their importance to history, but the music itself I just don't enjoy that much, either lyrically or melodically.

Spring has definitely arrived, no doubt in my mind-- it's sandals weather pretty much exclusively from here on out,and in addition to the warmth, the air has a different energetic quality on the spirit level, something to do with pushing out, moving with purpose beyond the heavy,crushing stasis of winter. Much as I love the colder months, there's something ineffable about the renewal of the year-- not as hot as summer and late summer, but still awakening us to the possibilities inherent in the turning of the year.
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Perigree moon less exciting than advertised. V. tired, bedtime now.
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Perigree moon less exciting than advertised. V. tired, bedtime now.
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I had an interesting little epiphany today, to wit: I get along pretty well with Wood CFs, if only because I like to have someone else driving change and herding the cats of humanity; I'm not any good at it and I invariably find the experience frustrating. I have no desire whatsoever to be a leader, and I have a lot of respect for those who have the ability to persuade large groups of people to do anything. The way I work is just to do my part (and a big part that is) and try to make sure that I'm discharging my responsibilities well.

In other news, I am apparently now the assistant librarian at WHTS. Now, if only I could get paid...
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I had an interesting little epiphany today, to wit: I get along pretty well with Wood CFs, if only because I like to have someone else driving change and herding the cats of humanity; I'm not any good at it and I invariably find the experience frustrating. I have no desire whatsoever to be a leader, and I have a lot of respect for those who have the ability to persuade large groups of people to do anything. The way I work is just to do my part (and a big part that is) and try to make sure that I'm discharging my responsibilities well.

In other news, I am apparently now the assistant librarian at WHTS. Now, if only I could get paid...
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The weather's been nutty the past few days, sun then rain then hail then sun and rain and whee. The season seems to have trouble making up its mind as to just what's going on, but I think we're starting to turn the corner to spring. A little more snow would have been nice-- I do love it so, no matter how ridiculously difficult it makes things around here. It makes everything seem like a grand and mysterious adventure, even something so mundane as a walk to the grocery store-- such banal outings take on the overtones of an epic quest in my mind, even though they last only an hour at most before I return to my absurdly cozy apartment. I don't think I'd fare particularly well in a real ice age, but dallying with one (as is all we do here in the PNW) can be quite nice.
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The weather's been nutty the past few days, sun then rain then hail then sun and rain and whee. The season seems to have trouble making up its mind as to just what's going on, but I think we're starting to turn the corner to spring. A little more snow would have been nice-- I do love it so, no matter how ridiculously difficult it makes things around here. It makes everything seem like a grand and mysterious adventure, even something so mundane as a walk to the grocery store-- such banal outings take on the overtones of an epic quest in my mind, even though they last only an hour at most before I return to my absurdly cozy apartment. I don't think I'd fare particularly well in a real ice age, but dallying with one (as is all we do here in the PNW) can be quite nice.
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Biking home from school today, passed by new fire station at 55th and 40th that is pretty much done, as far as I can tell, and has had beauty bark spread across its landscaping; I can't think of anything that more perfectly captures what I think of as the essence of rotten, the chemical bite and the fecal miasma, dry but penetrating and so pungent you can almost taste it.
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Biking home from school today, passed by new fire station at 55th and 40th that is pretty much done, as far as I can tell, and has had beauty bark spread across its landscaping; I can't think of anything that more perfectly captures what I think of as the essence of rotten, the chemical bite and the fecal miasma, dry but penetrating and so pungent you can almost taste it.
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Coming back from Fred Meyer today, I saw the most beautiful pre-sunset show in recent memory: a lower band of brilliant white cloud backlit by the sun, with bright blue sky above, surrounded by slate-blue backing clouds, and superimposed over all of it were low-flying, fast-moving wisps of grayish-white foglike cloud. It was the most perfect visual expression of Metal meeting Water I've ever seen.
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Coming back from Fred Meyer today, I saw the most beautiful pre-sunset show in recent memory: a lower band of brilliant white cloud backlit by the sun, with bright blue sky above, surrounded by slate-blue backing clouds, and superimposed over all of it were low-flying, fast-moving wisps of grayish-white foglike cloud. It was the most perfect visual expression of Metal meeting Water I've ever seen.
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""What do you say we find that bitch and get a little frontier justice?" Blair asks. Sparks zap between their hands before they even shake on it, szzssing at the edge of hearing like a Tesla miracle, and everybody's hair stands straight on end. Birds fall out of the sky, delirious and panicked; storm clouds disperse into strange unreadable glyphs overhead, unheeded; faucets cracked against the coming frost find water running steadily backwards, up into them, hot as blood; an angry Goddess awakes: The Dog Days, they have only just begun.

She looks down from Her frosty throne and holds out hands to either side, blinking away the sun. On the left stands Her greatest lieutenant, Justice; while on Her right Mischief gads about. They take Her hands, and these three make their way into the gallery with a ghostly aberrant prelude: The drum, the fife, the piper. Crows scatter in Her sight, winging high up into the dusty vaults; Her footfalls echo, like strafes and cannon. She reaches out to a black iron lock and it falls away at Her touch; Her handmaidens skip out of the way as a black tidal wave, frothing and loud, is loosed. They are the Dogs of War, too long left to bay and gnaw; they are holy vengeance, and they are legion. How they howl."

Jacob, I love you so goddamned much.
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""What do you say we find that bitch and get a little frontier justice?" Blair asks. Sparks zap between their hands before they even shake on it, szzssing at the edge of hearing like a Tesla miracle, and everybody's hair stands straight on end. Birds fall out of the sky, delirious and panicked; storm clouds disperse into strange unreadable glyphs overhead, unheeded; faucets cracked against the coming frost find water running steadily backwards, up into them, hot as blood; an angry Goddess awakes: The Dog Days, they have only just begun.

She looks down from Her frosty throne and holds out hands to either side, blinking away the sun. On the left stands Her greatest lieutenant, Justice; while on Her right Mischief gads about. They take Her hands, and these three make their way into the gallery with a ghostly aberrant prelude: The drum, the fife, the piper. Crows scatter in Her sight, winging high up into the dusty vaults; Her footfalls echo, like strafes and cannon. She reaches out to a black iron lock and it falls away at Her touch; Her handmaidens skip out of the way as a black tidal wave, frothing and loud, is loosed. They are the Dogs of War, too long left to bay and gnaw; they are holy vengeance, and they are legion. How they howl."

Jacob, I love you so goddamned much.
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The weather has definitely turned to Winter; here, particularly, the dark of the year is very much attuned to Water, the rains and snows filling the world in preparation for Spring. We can see too the greening of the grass, which takes so much less damage in the cold here than it does elsewhere; I've seen in other places how the grass gets brown and brittle under layers of frost and snow, but here, our below-freezing days and even nights are still relatively rare, so we can see the promise of new life even in the midst of death.

It's always seemed to me that there must necessarily be some kind of survival of the spirit after death, if only because if there were not, that would mean that spirit, alone of all the components in nature, is removed from the cycle of life/death/rebirth and renewal that all other forms of life follow. This does not necessarily mean that consciousness survives beyond death, as so many religions are eager to claim, but nevertheless, I think that the energetic qualities that make us us will find homes outside our bodies after those vehicles eventually  break down.
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The weather has definitely turned to Winter; here, particularly, the dark of the year is very much attuned to Water, the rains and snows filling the world in preparation for Spring. We can see too the greening of the grass, which takes so much less damage in the cold here than it does elsewhere; I've seen in other places how the grass gets brown and brittle under layers of frost and snow, but here, our below-freezing days and even nights are still relatively rare, so we can see the promise of new life even in the midst of death.

It's always seemed to me that there must necessarily be some kind of survival of the spirit after death, if only because if there were not, that would mean that spirit, alone of all the components in nature, is removed from the cycle of life/death/rebirth and renewal that all other forms of life follow. This does not necessarily mean that consciousness survives beyond death, as so many religions are eager to claim, but nevertheless, I think that the energetic qualities that make us us will find homes outside our bodies after those vehicles eventually  break down.
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I still struggle with the various relational modes a practitioner might need to employ beyond Earth. The "Mothering" mode just feels so natural to me in a healthcare setting; people usually want to be fixed, after all, and the Earth Mother is best equipped to do that. I can access Fire for compassion and Metal, to an extent, if only to provide authority's remote reassurance; Water and Wood (especially Wood) still elude me. Using anger and shouting for healing just feels so counterintuitive to me.
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I still struggle with the various relational modes a practitioner might need to employ beyond Earth. The "Mothering" mode just feels so natural to me in a healthcare setting; people usually want to be fixed, after all, and the Earth Mother is best equipped to do that. I can access Fire for compassion and Metal, to an extent, if only to provide authority's remote reassurance; Water and Wood (especially Wood) still elude me. Using anger and shouting for healing just feels so counterintuitive to me.
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The weather continues to be truly autumnal, though the air is cold enough to herald the first bite of winter; the differentiation of the two seasons is always a bit difficult here, though this year is forecast to be a bit easier. The forecast is for a very cold and wet winter, which, at this point, I'm looking forward to quite a bit. It never truly seems like winter unless there's snow on the ground.

I've noticed a turning inward among the populace with the cooling and darkening; people seem to have less appetite for socializing when there's less light in the sky. Of course, our school schedules still go by the agricultural calendar despite our not being in any way a majority farming nation, and many businesses have retail concerns centered around Christmas, so it's not surprising that people become more focused of their various work situations than on community-building.
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The weather continues to be truly autumnal, though the air is cold enough to herald the first bite of winter; the differentiation of the two seasons is always a bit difficult here, though this year is forecast to be a bit easier. The forecast is for a very cold and wet winter, which, at this point, I'm looking forward to quite a bit. It never truly seems like winter unless there's snow on the ground.

I've noticed a turning inward among the populace with the cooling and darkening; people seem to have less appetite for socializing when there's less light in the sky. Of course, our school schedules still go by the agricultural calendar despite our not being in any way a majority farming nation, and many businesses have retail concerns centered around Christmas, so it's not surprising that people become more focused of their various work situations than on community-building.

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