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most literal interpretation applies [Feb. 8th, 2010|07:57 am]


http://8tracks.com/theairinthebranches/she-started-up-again
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my cup runneth over [Feb. 7th, 2010|11:11 am]
In the beginning...the two "natures" or "substances", light and obscurity, good and evil, God and matter, coexisted, separated by a frontier. In the North reigned the Father of Greatness...in the South, the Prince of Darkness...the "disorderly motion" of matter drove the Prince of Darkness toward the upper frontier of his kingdom. Seeing the splendor of light, he is fired by the desire to conquer it. It is then that the Father decides that he will himself repulse the adversary. He...projects from himself, the Mother of Life, who...projects a new hypostasis, the Primordial Man...With his five sons, who are...his "soul" and "armor" made from five lights, the Primordial Man descends to the frontier. He challenges the darkness, but he is conquered, and his sons are devoured by the demons...This defeat marks the beginning of the cosmic "mixture", but at the same time it insures the final triumph of God. For obscurity (matter) now possesses a portion of light...and the Father, preparing its deliverance, at the same time arranges for his definitive victory against darkness. In a second Creation, the Father "evokes" the Living Spirit, which, descending toward obscurity, grasps the hand of the Primordial Man and raises him to his celestial homeland, the Paradise of Lights. Overwhelming the demonic Archontes, the Living Spirit fashions the heavens from their skins, the mountains from their bones, the earth from their flesh and their excretments...In addition, he achieves a first deliverance of light by creating the sun, the moon, and the stars from portions of it that had not suffered too much from contact with obscurity. Finally, the Father proceeds to a last evocation and projects by emanation the Third Messenger. The latter organizes the cosmos into a kind of machine to collect - and...to deliver - the still-captive particles of light. During the first two weeks of the month, the particles rise to the moon, which becomes a full moon; during the second two weeks, light is transferred from the moon to the sun and, finally, to its celestial homeland. But there were still the particles that had been swallowed by the demons. Then the messenger displays himself to the male demons in the form of a dazzling naked virgin, while the female demons see him as a handsome naked young man...fired by desire, the male demons...give forth their semen, and, with it, the light that they had swallowed. Fallen to the ground, their semen gives birth to all the vegetable species. As for the female devils who were already pregnant, at the sight of the handsome young man they give birth to abortions, which, cast onto the ground, eat the buds of trees, thus assimilating the light that they contained. Alarmed by the Third Messenger's tactics, matter, personified as Concupiscence, decides to create a stronger prison around the still-captive particles of light. Two demons, one male, the other female, devour all the abortions in order to absorb the totality of light, and they then couple. Thus Adam and Eve were engendered.
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(no subject) [Feb. 5th, 2010|05:35 pm]
Phil has a cone around his neck. He went in to get neutered and have his teeth worked on today after he had some complications with his prostate and eating problems from inflamed gums (small breed dental issues are common). I've been dreading this day ever since the vet recommended these procedures to me in November; after I got home from dropping him off early this morning, I sat on the front porch in the same position for 3+ hours, unable to motivate myself into thinking about anything besides Phil's welfare and how devastated I'd be if anything went wrong (it's kind of dangerous anesthetizing older dogs, and he needed to be hooked up to IV fluids and a catheter to minimize the risk of organ failure).
Anyways he's home safe now, albeit groggy and shaven and sutured and bandaged. They had to remove most of his front teeth including his canines. I thought that sounded excessive, but I guess they knew what they were doing (if the teeth, which were rotting, were to get infected it could spread to his bloodstream, etc).

I feel like a bundle of raw nerves but I'm sure he's feeling worse. At least we've got the comfort of each other's company again.
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(no subject) [Feb. 4th, 2010|02:40 pm]
I've got so many errands to run but I won't leave the house today; there's something ominous brewing out there. Raging winds nearly swept me up as I tried to bike home from school- I half expected to see the trees torn right out of the ground. Another big earthquake (6.0) hit us just as my last class was letting out (there was a major one last month) -- my professor paused for the duration, then carried on with the rest of his lecture as if nothing had happened. Strange interactions with strangers today, everything feels slightly askew. I woke up at the wrong time and walked onto the porch; the early morning air felt unnaturally warm and dry. What else?
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I love you truly or I love no one [Jan. 28th, 2010|05:17 pm]
then down and down, and down and down, and down and deeper
stoke without sound the blameless flames, you endless sleeper!
through fire below, and fire above, and fire within,
sleep through the things that couldn't have been, if you hadn't've of been
...and when the fire moves away, (fire moves away, son)...
...and why would you say I was the last one?
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(no subject) [Jan. 27th, 2010|07:40 pm]
"If I am not for myself, who will be for me?
And when I am for myself, what am 'I'?
And if not now, when?"
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(no subject) [Jan. 15th, 2010|10:20 pm]
I scored an even 50 on the Machiavelli Personality Test,



and I compiled some of my favorite clips of Peter Capaldi from The Thick Of It, one of the best comedy series I've ever seen. All episodes are on youtube and highly recommended.
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(no subject) [Jan. 7th, 2010|06:31 pm]


awkwardest game show: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E_x2PMq2sZg
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and, [Jan. 1st, 2010|11:01 pm]
http://8tracks.com/theairinthebranches/01-01-10-11-01pm

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The End Of Time [Jan. 1st, 2010|09:30 pm]



The last episode of [the David Tennant era of] Doctor Who aired today. I totally cried. Hard. Partially because David Tennant was leaving the show (and ostensibly my life) forever, partially because the magic of the show seemed to be dying with him, partially because the writer (Russell T. Davies) handled his departure rather weakly and mostly because it's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to.
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(no subject) [Dec. 31st, 2009|11:01 pm]


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01-01-10 [Dec. 31st, 2009|11:10 am]

"On New Year's Eve, 31st Dec 2009 there is going to be a partial lunar eclipse.

The eclipse will be visible throughout Europe, Africa, the Middle East, Asia, Eastern Brazil and Australia.

Canada and the USA will also get to see a glimpse of this eclipse.

This eclipse is special because the blue moon will rise on New Year's eve.

Interestingly, the lunar eclipse will begin when the New Year celebration will be at its peak and continue till 2010 sets."

I've always considered New Year's Eve to be an extension of my birthday, since I was born just after midnight on January 1st. During the final moments of the year it would feel like everyone was counting down to my birthday, and all the celebrating seemed like a worldwide acknowledgement of my coming-into-being. As a result I'm always overcome with a surge of entitlement during this time -- an intoxicating feeling of power, of a dynamism that is my birthright. This is all amplified this year by the eclipsing full moon, the stormy weather outside and the vagaries of premenstruation.
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(no subject) [Dec. 27th, 2009|03:06 pm]
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(no subject) [Dec. 18th, 2009|03:46 pm]
Finished the semester today, will probably leave for Clearlake tomorrow morning. Maybe the day after.



New mix:


http://8tracks.com/theairinthebranches/trouble
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(no subject) [Dec. 11th, 2009|08:46 pm]


This video's been on my mind for a few days. I've always identified strongly with transvestites (good, passing ones) for some reason... I guess it has something to do with pretense, conspicuous sexuality and a dark excess of femininity.
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(no subject) [Dec. 7th, 2009|05:55 pm]
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(no subject) [Dec. 2nd, 2009|05:41 pm]
I've been feeling proper poorly for the last 24 hours. I think it could be the H1N1 virus (I wouldn't say so lightly - I hate hyped up epidemics) which has been rampant at my campus. Terrible timing what with final exams, scheduled presentations, term papers and all coming up next week. I hope it clears up by then, even though by that time I should have gotten a ton of work done which means I might have to work through the sickness. Lame.

I caught my landlord's cat torturing a mouse to near-death today in the yard. I know it's a natural instinct and everything, but I can't stand that shit. I chased off the cat and scooped up the shivering, limping creature with a walnut tree leaf and put it in an emptied bulk Sunchips box with some dried tufts of usnea lichen, paper towels, a little dish of water and some dried banana chips covered in a gob of peanut butter. Now the box is on a chair next to my floor heater, and I keep checking in on its contents. The poor thing might have a broken leg, and a chunk of fur and skin is missing from its head, but other than that it seems like it isn't suffering. I think I saw it nibbling at the peanut butter, though it might've just been sniffing it. I guess I'll let it recuperate for a few days before releasing it, if it survives. Hopefully it won't get loose and start living in my bedroom like the last mouse I rescued.
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(no subject) [Nov. 28th, 2009|12:47 pm]
"Shamanic ecstasy is the real 'Old Time Religion,' of which modern churches are but pallid evocations. Shamanic, visionary ecstasy, the mysterium tremendum, the unio mystica, the eternally delightful experience of the universe as energy, is a sine qua non of religion, it is what religion is for! There is no need for faith, it is the ecstatic experience itself that gives one faith in the intrinsic unity and integrity of the universe, in ourselves as integral parts of the whole; that reveals to us the sublime majesty of our universe, and the fluctuant, scintillant, alchemical miracle that is quotidian consciousness ('Shamanism')."
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(no subject) [Nov. 26th, 2009|05:26 pm]





http://8tracks.com/theairinthebranches/some-kind-of-love
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(no subject) [Nov. 26th, 2009|08:53 am]
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I was crouched down collecting little rose quartz stones from rock beds that were full of polished and unpolished gemstones, all mixed together but divided into sections by stained wooden boards. I was slowly working my way uphill. You saw what I was doing and went up ahead of me a few feet and I could see that you were gathering the rose quartz, too. This made me furious. You had collected a good handful and then found a great big chunk of it; at the same time, I found a great big chunk of it. I got angry and confronted you, asked you what you were doing. You hid your bag of stones behind your back clumsily, as if joking, half-wanting me to see that you were doing the same thing. I reached behind you and grabbed it, looked at you with rage- you were indignant. I took your stones and ran to the dock of the lake below, you followed. I told you that you can't collect beauty, that you were wasting your time trying to hold on to it. You tried to take the stones from me and I threw them into the water, we watched them sink. You said you'd throw mine in, then. I didn't care; I threw them in myself, a little sorry to see them go, but it was more important to prove my point: that they were only a passing curiosity for me, that I couldn't keep beauty, either, and knew it whereas you still clung to it and pined for it. You thought about jumping in after your stones. It's too late, I told you. We saw a pale female body drifting toward us from the depths. I said that it was my body, and that it was too late for you to save me, too.
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