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wolven7This is going to be Long, so it's sectioned for your conveniene. Here's what you missed:
The use of the word "nature"-- as relating to the physical world's tendency toward organic properties-- has become problematic. "Nature" provides connotations of trees, greenery, ot inescapable tendencies, in the minds of many, whereas that is not always what is meant. By nature we tend to mean all that exists, outside of the agency of humans, forgetting to take into account the fact that humans and all that we touch or with which we work are natural. We build from the materials given to us by creation, and that makes these things of Nature. Natural.
[Bought on reading "Psychology and Religion."]
Dreams of Division, ofbeing/watching Bruce Wayne, and a Joker Clone figuring out that He/I was Batman. The clone was a friend from the police force. Something about using a weighted spring, under water, to be rid of a chained Joker, and me telling Bullock and Gordon that he would always be back.
A party with Selena Kyle, raided by the the Scarecrow. Worst fears realised and masses of swirling black, floswing from Selena's dress. The Scarecrow in the background, but only to show he had brought it on. Ansilary. Waking up.
Something about watching Sci-Fi, Alan Moore marathons on TV; "V For Vendetta" having a special meaning. I''ve had to struggle to get home. Something about Neil's Angels and Visitations being made into a miniseries.
Catching trains and busses as an unusual ordeal. Brushing past![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
damnedsaint and his Christine; stations that only exist in my head, merged with stations that exist other places.
Visitingkitsuchan, who was this girl Alex, from elementary school, whom I could tell had grown up to be a respectable assassin and grifter.
My mother and I watching TV at my great aunt's house, figuring out who the new Joker is. Clues left in eversection of the dreams, collected and put on shelves, by me.
mech_angel, mr_hinzelmann, and selenasaberwind hanging out.
This is what happens when I sleep on the couch in my mother's house, where my father's father's bed used to be, when it was his.
22.52
Just had a conversation with my mother about Alchemy, quantum mechanics, the nature of witchcraft and magic, in which she was trying to understand the differences, and I explained my thoughts. That was very weird.
[My mother is a Baptist minister, for those who don't remember.]
23.32
And now my Dad.
Winding, of course, to politics, and technology. Wikipedia and O'Riley-Spin as magic. Diplomacy as shamanic acts.
7.54
Dreams of threes. Billy losong his memory, as well as Grim, and them trying to kill each other. A second reaper, coming to intervene. Something about old apartments, candy in the freezer and family trees.
9.42
Me and Alton Brown making a show, out in the country. Rural Virginia. Something about sliced strips of meat, him making bacon strips in his barn which was the Purgatory section of the Masquerade. Something about a lovely female assisstant, admiring and worshiping him. Before that, us trying to make a drink involving potentially curdled milk, left in the sun for four hours, rather than sitting on a counter, for 14, and Alton running off to make conversation with ducks, and a hand-held duck calling sock puppet.
Something about running around school, trying to share information with my classmates and professors, trying to keep in contact. But my phone wasn't mine and I had no idea how to find the system information. I gave Dr. McClymond a number that was a combination of mine andmech_angel's. Info-sharing involved swimming thrrough files and past searches on my harddrive, and running into people from Grady High School, around classrooms. Running through the GSU courtyard in a sleeveless shirt, looking for a better shirt, and trying to get in contact with people. It was raining and I saw mendori and paosparti, next to the library and Sparks Hall, by the steps down to Sparks. Sitting down at a small table, there, with mendori sitting in the lap os some other girl, tipping the chair. Over-eager. Too giddy.
[Later]
Translatability: Magic as program plus translation, translation=system of operation (Shamanic, Chaote, &c.), system=coding instructions.
Dreamsof celebity women climbing diners that were also swimming facilities and showing their breasts while fingering themselves. Remarking on the in/offensive nature of some things tobeard and some other people, and it was being covered on the TV news. I went into the diner because it was my Local, and we were shown how it all started.
The girls were 20 feet tall on top of the building, and no one was coming to see them. They started dancing, stripping,having wet t-shirt contests, and people came tosee. The girl whose idea it had been was pulled aside and fired, even though she had brought in the most business. Old couple owned the place, didn't like all the sex. The girl yelling at her replacements.
In an apartment, on the floor, people sleeping all over. Making a deal with the girl who was also #5 from Kids Next Door, older, but younger than she was in the last section. She had this food she invented and I felt guilty about what was going to happen. I'd been showing her her futures and the cost of buying ther stock out, beforehand, was seven million. I offered to just buythe whole load rather than paying damages, but she wasnb't satisfied with the twenty thousand that would get her.. She fell asleep and I started telling her about first lesbian experience in college, and how the girl would be her roomate, drunk, never speaking of it again.
Something about the apartment and diner merging, becoming a factory, making Giant Almond Joy Cookies, without the coconut/almond cream and With actual almonds. Looking over to see that this was an ad. There was another part of the factory where a cat that was a dog was climbing a stepped temple, avoiding the Temple Hounds. Getting to the top, nearly falling over, but being scooped up by the Buddha. Brought to the inner sanctuary. Buddha and a disciple talking, and on this side the Hounds are Monks, meditating. The Disciple is David Caradine plus Clint Eastwood. They talked about the Dog doing the Buddha a favour and living somewhere. Disciple notes something about the difficulty.
Living in an ancient Oriental Mythical village culture, learning the skills to help out in life. I'm wearing my LUXT shirt, and taking my family's money to the Smith, for a new cauldron. The Smith continues my lessons of how to build a fire, as a Thing, part troll, part goblin, comes around the corner of the shop/square, and I know he'll take my money bag, which has my runes in it, because I know his Nature. I've lived this before. He must not see me, or someone else will die. I hide behind the wall, and wait until he turns his back, and I slip past him, to the wood cart where a Child, neither male nor female, to whom I'm related/connected, is already in the process of trying to light it. I remember my fire lessons, from the Smith, and I help the Child light it. The Child says, "The Fire will light because it WANTS to," and smiles. I know that the Thing has my parents in the cauldron and he is screaming because I made it away from him. Things aren't going as they're remembered to. I stoke the fire and go taunt the Thing, luring him away from family, and allowing the Smith to get the wood cart. The cart never caught, but the heat of the fire hardened the large timbres. The Thing goes over to the town square to yell at his Dog, which he hates, and beats, and while he does that, the Smiths flings the cart at him, hoping to pin the Thing to the ground with the wood's sharpness and the cart's weight. The Thing dodges. As it turns, I grab it by the neck to twist and break, but only succeed in turning it for the Smith to grab and I finally see that the Thing has speared the Smith; a spear of the best wood from the cart. The Smith grabs the Thing, shoves the protruding end of the spear through its heart, and falls on top of it. I know that that's the only way to stop it-- holding it in place with the spear through its heart-- and I turn to the townspeople and yell "No one moves them! Ever!" And I change my voice to ell it again: "EVER." The reverberation causes me to echo in the waking world, and I wake myself up
9.30
Stopped outside of Roanoke, for food and gas.
Placebo - [Haemoglobin]--- Last night's dreams were of four-legged baby-seals in the water slope section of the Mario Ice-Water stages, which were also a parking deck, in downtown, during Dragon*Con. Something about a winged black cat whose wings were broken, who I thought wasn't going to get along with Joker, and something about stalking n enemy DarknessShade, through a video game, and killing it to give it consciousness. The cats underwater, also being dogs, wolves, pups.something important in the four legs of the seals, and the fact of the companionship of the animals.
This is what happens when I go to D.C. All my D.C. peeps, I'm sorry we couldn't meet, but I barely had time to see my biological family. (Rasputina - [My Little Shirtwaist Fire]). Standard place-based nostalgia, and the want to see people who probably remember me as "that guy they knew" but who I remember as some of my best friends eer. It's probably my inability to let that go that fucks wiht the nature of my current friendships...
Hm.
Later.
[Nina Gordon - [Straight Outta Compton (N.W.A. Cover)]--- And Crazy ASsed Déjà vu, in regards to the composition of the pager, with the lj cuts. Also, I'm skimming your posts. There are a lot of them.]
The use of the word "nature"-- as relating to the physical world's tendency toward organic properties-- has become problematic. "Nature" provides connotations of trees, greenery, ot inescapable tendencies, in the minds of many, whereas that is not always what is meant. By nature we tend to mean all that exists, outside of the agency of humans, forgetting to take into account the fact that humans and all that we touch or with which we work are natural. We build from the materials given to us by creation, and that makes these things of Nature. Natural.
[Bought on reading "Psychology and Religion."]
Dreams of Division, ofbeing/watching Bruce Wayne, and a Joker Clone figuring out that He/I was Batman. The clone was a friend from the police force. Something about using a weighted spring, under water, to be rid of a chained Joker, and me telling Bullock and Gordon that he would always be back.
A party with Selena Kyle, raided by the the Scarecrow. Worst fears realised and masses of swirling black, floswing from Selena's dress. The Scarecrow in the background, but only to show he had brought it on. Ansilary. Waking up.
Something about watching Sci-Fi, Alan Moore marathons on TV; "V For Vendetta" having a special meaning. I''ve had to struggle to get home. Something about Neil's Angels and Visitations being made into a miniseries.
Catching trains and busses as an unusual ordeal. Brushing past
damnedsaint and his Christine; stations that only exist in my head, merged with stations that exist other places.Visiting
kitsuchan, who was this girl Alex, from elementary school, whom I could tell had grown up to be a respectable assassin and grifter.My mother and I watching TV at my great aunt's house, figuring out who the new Joker is. Clues left in eversection of the dreams, collected and put on shelves, by me.
mech_angel, mr_hinzelmann, and selenasaberwind hanging out.This is what happens when I sleep on the couch in my mother's house, where my father's father's bed used to be, when it was his.
22.52
Just had a conversation with my mother about Alchemy, quantum mechanics, the nature of witchcraft and magic, in which she was trying to understand the differences, and I explained my thoughts. That was very weird.
[My mother is a Baptist minister, for those who don't remember.]
23.32
And now my Dad.
Winding, of course, to politics, and technology. Wikipedia and O'Riley-Spin as magic. Diplomacy as shamanic acts.
7.54
Dreams of threes. Billy losong his memory, as well as Grim, and them trying to kill each other. A second reaper, coming to intervene. Something about old apartments, candy in the freezer and family trees.
9.42
Me and Alton Brown making a show, out in the country. Rural Virginia. Something about sliced strips of meat, him making bacon strips in his barn which was the Purgatory section of the Masquerade. Something about a lovely female assisstant, admiring and worshiping him. Before that, us trying to make a drink involving potentially curdled milk, left in the sun for four hours, rather than sitting on a counter, for 14, and Alton running off to make conversation with ducks, and a hand-held duck calling sock puppet.
Something about running around school, trying to share information with my classmates and professors, trying to keep in contact. But my phone wasn't mine and I had no idea how to find the system information. I gave Dr. McClymond a number that was a combination of mine and
mech_angel's. Info-sharing involved swimming thrrough files and past searches on my harddrive, and running into people from Grady High School, around classrooms. Running through the GSU courtyard in a sleeveless shirt, looking for a better shirt, and trying to get in contact with people. It was raining and I saw mendori and paosparti, next to the library and Sparks Hall, by the steps down to Sparks. Sitting down at a small table, there, with mendori sitting in the lap os some other girl, tipping the chair. Over-eager. Too giddy.[Later]
Translatability: Magic as program plus translation, translation=system of operation (Shamanic, Chaote, &c.), system=coding instructions.
Dreamsof celebity women climbing diners that were also swimming facilities and showing their breasts while fingering themselves. Remarking on the in/offensive nature of some things to
beard and some other people, and it was being covered on the TV news. I went into the diner because it was my Local, and we were shown how it all started.The girls were 20 feet tall on top of the building, and no one was coming to see them. They started dancing, stripping,having wet t-shirt contests, and people came tosee. The girl whose idea it had been was pulled aside and fired, even though she had brought in the most business. Old couple owned the place, didn't like all the sex. The girl yelling at her replacements.
In an apartment, on the floor, people sleeping all over. Making a deal with the girl who was also #5 from Kids Next Door, older, but younger than she was in the last section. She had this food she invented and I felt guilty about what was going to happen. I'd been showing her her futures and the cost of buying ther stock out, beforehand, was seven million. I offered to just buythe whole load rather than paying damages, but she wasnb't satisfied with the twenty thousand that would get her.. She fell asleep and I started telling her about first lesbian experience in college, and how the girl would be her roomate, drunk, never speaking of it again.
Something about the apartment and diner merging, becoming a factory, making Giant Almond Joy Cookies, without the coconut/almond cream and With actual almonds. Looking over to see that this was an ad. There was another part of the factory where a cat that was a dog was climbing a stepped temple, avoiding the Temple Hounds. Getting to the top, nearly falling over, but being scooped up by the Buddha. Brought to the inner sanctuary. Buddha and a disciple talking, and on this side the Hounds are Monks, meditating. The Disciple is David Caradine plus Clint Eastwood. They talked about the Dog doing the Buddha a favour and living somewhere. Disciple notes something about the difficulty.
Living in an ancient Oriental Mythical village culture, learning the skills to help out in life. I'm wearing my LUXT shirt, and taking my family's money to the Smith, for a new cauldron. The Smith continues my lessons of how to build a fire, as a Thing, part troll, part goblin, comes around the corner of the shop/square, and I know he'll take my money bag, which has my runes in it, because I know his Nature. I've lived this before. He must not see me, or someone else will die. I hide behind the wall, and wait until he turns his back, and I slip past him, to the wood cart where a Child, neither male nor female, to whom I'm related/connected, is already in the process of trying to light it. I remember my fire lessons, from the Smith, and I help the Child light it. The Child says, "The Fire will light because it WANTS to," and smiles. I know that the Thing has my parents in the cauldron and he is screaming because I made it away from him. Things aren't going as they're remembered to. I stoke the fire and go taunt the Thing, luring him away from family, and allowing the Smith to get the wood cart. The cart never caught, but the heat of the fire hardened the large timbres. The Thing goes over to the town square to yell at his Dog, which he hates, and beats, and while he does that, the Smiths flings the cart at him, hoping to pin the Thing to the ground with the wood's sharpness and the cart's weight. The Thing dodges. As it turns, I grab it by the neck to twist and break, but only succeed in turning it for the Smith to grab and I finally see that the Thing has speared the Smith; a spear of the best wood from the cart. The Smith grabs the Thing, shoves the protruding end of the spear through its heart, and falls on top of it. I know that that's the only way to stop it-- holding it in place with the spear through its heart-- and I turn to the townspeople and yell "No one moves them! Ever!" And I change my voice to ell it again: "EVER." The reverberation causes me to echo in the waking world, and I wake myself up
9.30
Stopped outside of Roanoke, for food and gas.
Placebo - [Haemoglobin]--- Last night's dreams were of four-legged baby-seals in the water slope section of the Mario Ice-Water stages, which were also a parking deck, in downtown, during Dragon*Con. Something about a winged black cat whose wings were broken, who I thought wasn't going to get along with Joker, and something about stalking n enemy DarknessShade, through a video game, and killing it to give it consciousness. The cats underwater, also being dogs, wolves, pups.something important in the four legs of the seals, and the fact of the companionship of the animals.
This is what happens when I go to D.C. All my D.C. peeps, I'm sorry we couldn't meet, but I barely had time to see my biological family. (Rasputina - [My Little Shirtwaist Fire]). Standard place-based nostalgia, and the want to see people who probably remember me as "that guy they knew" but who I remember as some of my best friends eer. It's probably my inability to let that go that fucks wiht the nature of my current friendships...
Hm.
Later.
[Nina Gordon - [Straight Outta Compton (N.W.A. Cover)]--- And Crazy ASsed Déjà vu, in regards to the composition of the pager, with the lj cuts. Also, I'm skimming your posts. There are a lot of them.]
