a wave on the ocean

a roar of the sea

The Song of Amergin

Red and the Wolf

I am a wind of the sea,
I am a wave of the sea,
I am a sound of the sea,
I am an ox of seven fights,
I am a stag of seven tines,
I am a wild flood on a plain,
I am a wind on deep waters.
I am a shining tear of the sun,
I am a wonder among flowers,
I am a lure from paradise,
I am a hawk on a cliff,
I am a salmon in a pool,
I am a hill where poets walk,
I am the one who forms smoke
from sacred fire,
I am the one
who sets a fire in the head.
I am a boar ruthless and red,
I am a spear that roars for blood,
I am a tide that drags to the death,
I am a breaker threatening doom,
I am an ancient rock atop standing stones.
I am a babe birthing through an unhewn arch.
I am the womb of every holt,
I am the blaze on every hill,
I am the queen of every hive,
I am the shield for every head,
I am the tomb of every hope.
Invoke, People of the Sea,
Invoke the poet that he may
compose a spell for you.
For, I am the one who sets out
letters in the ancient alphabet,
I, who part the combatants,
who arranges the letters
and speaks the secret life giving sounds.
I will approach the encampment of the Sidhe
to seek a cunning poet that together
we may fashion incantations.
I am the wind of the sea,
the wave of the sea,
the sound of the sea.
I am the one who forms smoke
from sacred fire.
I am the blaze on every hill.


July 10th, 2009

And the broom I rode in on!

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I'm going to be doing a bit of cobweb clearing, journal-wise. I like to keep my flist small, and this journal is roughly split between fandom stuff and personal stuff, so anyone I haven't talked to in a while and/or with whom I no longer have common fannish interests is up for the chop. Nothing personal, just keeping things tidy.

As always, feel free to defriend me at will. I don't take it personally, either. I'm a sporadic updater and commenter, so I know I fall off some folks' radars and that's cool.

May 15th, 2008

Let me just say...

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California, FUCK YEAH!

I'm waiting for the 48 states who are lagging way behind to finally step the hell up, and I'd cry tears of pride if my own were the next. Come on, New York.

January 10th, 2008

I know I haven't posted in ages, so forgive me for posting just to vent. Feel free to scroll past.

Background: I have never belonged to a political party before, choosing to remain registered "no party" and, aside from a brief period as a teenager when he was tricked into registering as a Conservative (I'm not kidding), neither has my husband. However, we both decided after much discussion that we wanted to vote in the Democratic primary and that we would take the big (for us) step of registering as Democrats.

So I checked the NYC Board of Elections website last night and learned that any change in party registration won't take effect until after the next general election. When I called the main BoE number this morning, I was told that this is because "people were always changing right before the primaries and they got tired of the paperwork." Oh. Well, then. By all means, please feel free to make all the asinine laws you like. I would hate for my right to participate in the democratic process to cause you any excess paperwork. Gotta watch out for that carpal tunnel syndrome.

So I was talking to my mom (who, despite the fact that she's a Republican and therefore probably won't vote for either of them, is really excited that we have both a female and a black candidate right now--once upon a time, she was a liberal, and little bits surface now and then) and told her about the whole thing. She suggested that I call my borough BoE office rather than the main number to see if maybe the first person I'd spoken to was incorrect, and I was already considering doing that. So I called and listened to the usual five-minute recorded message before I finally got a human, who gave me the same information. She couldn't give me any good reason why, though, so she put me on hold for a supervisor.

...Who picked up and yelled "HELLO!" into my ear so loudly that I had to turn down the volume on my phone, and then spent the next few minutes interrupting me every time I tried to ask my question. She'd listen to the first part ("Why--") and assume that she knew what I was asking. And every time I asked her to let me finish, she'd get louder and louder until she was actually screaming at me, and told me I was being very rude because I was raising my voice to try to get her to hear me and let me finish a damn sentence. Seriously, SCREAMING. She actually told me that she couldn't keep talking to me because I was just so darn rude. I got her name (yeah, she screamed while she was spelling it, too) and hung up. So then I called the League of Women Voters, just so that I could talk to someone in a normal tone of voice and ask my question, and the woman who answered was supremely indifferent about the whole thing and told me, "I have to go, I have another call." I asked in disbelief, "You're hanging up on me?" and she just made a disgusted noise and hung up.

My question, by the way, was: How are voters supposed to know about this law in advance when no one finds out about it until they go looking to change parties/register with a party, and why isn't this law publicized so that we can make changes in enough time? The answers I got ranged from "Well, I guess that's when you find out" (um, duh) to "They probably mention it in the newspaper from time to time" (no, I really don't think that they do) to my personal favorite, "It says that on the registration form! You have to read it! What, you don't read things, you just sign them? YOU HAVE TO READ!" Guess who dropped that last pearl of wisdom in my lap? Yeah, fuck you, Shouty McScreamerson. I registered to vote when I was eighteen years old and haven't had to re-register because I live in the same city. Forgive me if I didn't retain every word of fine print from almost fourteen years ago. Moron.

I actually hung up and sat here at my kitchen table and cried for a few minutes, I was so angry and disappointed.

For the record, on Super Tuesday, my imaginary vote is yours, Mrs. Clinton.

October 22nd, 2007

I feel like I just got run over by a truck, but the truck turned out to be a Transformer, so after it ran me over, it changed into a robot and beat the shit out of me. I guess it was a Decepticon.

September 5th, 2007

like airplane "debris"

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Out of the blue, is what I'm getting at. This post. Hello.

So, we decided to watch the first two seasons of Supernatural while we wait for the next one because it's not going to happen until I can't remember when. And I just want to say that Sam is still a whiny little bitch and Dean is still the man, but my opinion isn't really what this post is about.

See, remember when we first started watching and I said that Mr. Hal and I had developed a sort of tandem crush on Dean? I told S. the same thing when I was trying to get her to watch and she looked at me funny and I said, "Don't worry, it's not that kind of crush." Well. I think I may be wrong. We were watching...uhhh...the one with the haunted painting last night and there was that scene at the beginning where Dean's got a hangover and he's wearing sunglasses and has fallen asleep in the car. And my husband kind of gasped and said, "Dean! In sunglasses!" and I swear, he sounded just like a teenage girl.

He is too cute. And he's got good taste in women and in men. Jensen Ackles really isn't my type, physically speaking, but Dean is about seventeen thousand different and unique kinds of awesome (and JA kicks acting ass).

I have nothing non-Supernatural-related to report. Apartment is pretty, autumn is coming, allergies suck, husbands are adorable.

March 20th, 2007


Red and the Wolf

Hi, Spring! Welcome back! Sorry I can't get all dance-y, but I've got a cold (again) and I'm likely to cough myself right off my feet.

However. Yay!

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