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I Aten't Dead

Internet's been sporadic of late--my laptop flatly refuses to function with Deb's network, forcing me to piggyback on unsuspecting wireless networks in the neighborhood, and now at last to go to Mr. Toad's. (I am forced to update Digger via flash-drive and coffee shop. It's like the dark ages!)

Got my car back yesterday. (Sweet, beloved car! How I missed you!) Woke up this morning to the news that my car had been backed into. I went down, looked at the large dent in the back panel, nodded, and said "Ah. Yes. So it has." Still gotta talk to the parties responsible. It's not a huge deal--I plan to drive this car until it falls apart under me, so resale is not a prime concern--but still, I'd like it fixed.

I may have an apartment, or I may not--they're screwin' around on the income verification, because with me being a freelancer, it's hard to verify. I hadn't had a problem at the last place at all, but this one's bein' all uppity about it. I brought in copies of my book contracts and whatnot, but apparently that whole "freelancer" thing is throwing them--they keep confusing an advance with a salary. I'm supposed to talk to the manager, and thus should find out tomorrow morning whether I've got it or not.  It's aggravating, moreso because my credit is so fantastic that they really ought to kiss my toes and beg me to live there.  Assuming they DO finally get their act together, I wouldn't move in until mid-October, but Deb is fabulous and cool so that's not really a problem.

Anticipating another month at Deb's, I went and unpacked some clothes, since I've been living out of a suitcase. This led to the discovery that very few of my dishes survived the trip. All my dinner plates and most of my bowls are smashed. The sole survivors are the two red Fiestaware sets my mother got me a few years ago--that stuff  is like iron. It's kind of a bummer--I had a pretty good chunk of hand-made ceramics collected there. Most of my mugs made it, though, so I am grateful for small favors. Oh, well. I'll start the collection up again in due course. (Any readers of a potterly bent? Want to swap art for bowls? For that matter, any corsetiers in the audience want to do a trade? I keep thinking I need one...)

And the meds MUST be working, because I am dealing with all three of these setbacks with my usual philosophical calm, instead of curling into fetal position and whimpering. (I am coping with the anxiety by turning my gibbering brain to how to decorate my new apartment, a reasonably effective form of self-hypnosis.) Thank you, sweet gods of reason, rationality, and elephants.

On the med front, the side-effects are fading. Less faint of late. Appetite is actually coming back a bit as of yesterday, which is a relief. I wasn't even queasy this morning, which is cause to dance about and sacrifice candy to Ganesh. (I have no idea how one sacrifices candy, mind you. Eating it doesn't seem quite appropriate. Set fire to it? Mail it to the nearest temple? I have some extra Red Vines...)

Anyway, until next time....

I'm glad you're feeling better, even though those events are all events of suckitude. I'm glad some of the ceramics that have sentimental value did survive.

You get you a raspberry liquid filled Cadbury Easter Bunny and holding it on the alter of Ganesh, You open its chest cavity with a ceremonial obsidian blade and allow the red raspberry goo to run out all over the altar.

Red Vines should probably be sliced apart into long strands which are then used to write appropriate runes.

But, but...
that would rune a perfectly good Red Vine!
What a sacrifice...

Find me a couple corsets you like the look of, and we'll work something out;)

If eating it is out of the question, I suggest you get something reasonably melty and fragrant, and melt it in an insense warmer or something along those lines. Once it's melted and smelling tasty, set it in the lap of, or pour it over, your favorite representation; afterwards, meditate accordingly.

Personally, I think it'd be more meaningful to *share* it with your god in some fashion. Perhaps the above ritual accompanied by partaking of some of your own share.

Of course, I'm an atheist and a hedonist, so keep my suggestions in perspective. :)

Note to self: that's not how you spell "incense".

welcome back and we miss you...
and Clark is waiting patiently for a call LOL

make him take ya some place with LOTS of food!

If you're into pottery, check out the eastern part of NC and the Myrtle Beach area. Lots of local, small pottery places on the way.

I dunno, I think Ganesha'd be pleased to see you enjoying candy.

*nod* Kinda, yes. After an offering of food is made, it's considered to be...virtuous? blessed?...due to the god partaking of it spiritually, and eating its physical form is not merely acceptable but encouraged / spiritually-beneficial.

One generally makes the offering by touching it to the lips of a small statue of Ganesh (called a murti, if I recall correctly?)

(Disclaimer: IANAH. However, I have done some research on the topic.)

Glad you're feeling better and the meds are working! Yay for chemistry!

o.o Bowls for art? What kind of bowls are we talking here? cereal/soup bowls, or the artistic kind that don't go near a dishwasher?

You know, I've seen some lovely art projects that made good use of broken crockery...

Shards of Phoenix egg

I am coping with the anxiety by turning my gibbering brain to how to decorate my new apartment, a reasonably effective form of self-hypnosis.

Old things remade to take part in a new life?

Hope the red Fiestaware is new. I spent one summer with a friend whose husband is a physics professor and we'd go to antique stores with a radiation detector looking for old red Fiestaware which is slightly radioactive. He used it to demonstrate something for his students. Boy did we get some strange looks from people in those stores *g*


Also likely to have lead in the glaze if memory serves. Might want to test yours for lead at least.

If I were to translate from ancient Greek animal sacrifice methods - I would burn the wrappers for the candies to Ganesh and then eat the candies.

But I have NO idea how people celebrate Ganesh... burn incense? :)

any corsetiers in the audience want to do a trade? I keep thinking I need one...

...to go with the cowgirl hat, of course. That's why you're thinking you need one...

You're giving me warm... something... with that image, thanks. :)

You win because of the title. Granny Weatherwax rules the universe!

Glad you're on an upswing!

Boy! What a coincidence ! I'm taking advanced ceramics this quarter!*

* Note: I blow at ceramics.

Note: I blow at ceramics.

Shouldn't that be "I blow [at] glassware"? ;)