Month: September 2004

In honor of “Little Phil”

Lizzie. please print this or pass on this link to your lovely niece.

The price of which is that she promise to read Edith Hamilton’s

Mythology.

In fact, if the rest of you would read the frigging thing, I wouldn’t have to explain this shite to you all the time, you’d just understand…

Mythology isn’t “old and boring and out of date.” It’s a context. It’s a frame of reference. It’s Jung as opposed to Freud, Dream as opposed to Dogma. Symbolism to complement science. It’s the Independent Cinema of the ancient world, for prechrist’s sake.

Don’t limit yourself, man. A little Classical mythology and a little Shakespeare never killed anyone, eh? Don’t you wish you could say the same with that bloodthirsty gorefest of a bible?

(detritus)(dream)(poetica)(myth)(opinion)(divination)

My word of the day…

…was “feckless.” Feck that. They’ve insulted my intelligence yet once more.

Found a much better word via Neil Gaiman’s Blog:

The word Tulpa is from the Tibetan language and refers to any entity that attains reality solely by the act of imagination. The entity is created entirely within the confines of ones own mind, not drawn out, written down or even verbally described.

If its creator wishes, this “Tulpa Creation” may become physical reality through intense concentration and visualization. However, care must be taken to only bring to reality what is beneficial to the world, lest it’s destruction becomes more problematic than its creation (see related account on Alexandra David-Neel.)

Also during last night’s revelries, I discovered the joys of caramel vodka.

Is it candy? Is it liquor? Who gives a #@%$, it’s good.

Not that I can afford that sort of thing right now.

In fact it’s likely off to the payday loan place for me…