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Time:06:13 pm

"Maxicmatti, ma huel yuh ye in moyollo, noxocoyouh, canehuatl in nicenquizcacemicac Ichpochtli Santa María, in inantzin in huel nelli Teotl Dios, in ipalnemohuani, in teyocoyani, in tloque nahuaque, in ilhuicahua, in tlalticpaque. Huel nicnequi, cenca niquelehuiz inic nican nechquechilizque noteocaltzin, in oncan nicnextiz, nicpantlazaz nictemacaz in ixquich notetlazotlaliz, noteicnoittaliz, in notepalehuiliz, in notemanahuiliz, ca nel nehuatl in namoicnohuacanantzin, in tehuatl ihuan in ixquichtin in ic nican tlalpan ancepantlaca,  ihuan in occequin nepapantlaca notetlazotlacahuan, in notech motzatzilia, in nechtemoa, in notech motechilia, ca oncan niquincaquiliz in inchoquiz, in itlaocol, inic nicyectiliz nicpatiz in ixquich nepapan innetoliniliz, intonehuiz, inchichinaquiliz."

"Know, be sure, my dearest-and-youngest son, that I am the Prefect Ever Virgin Holy Mary, mother of the one great God of truth who gives us life, the inventor and creator of people. the owner and lord of what is around us and what is touching us or very close to us, the owner and lord of the sky, the owner of the earth. I want very much that they build my sacred little house here, in which I will show him, I will exalt him on making him manifest; I will give him to the people in all my personal love, in my compassionate gaze, in my help, in my salvation, because I am truly your compassionate mother, yours and of all the people who live together in this land, and of all the other people of different ancestries, those who love me, those who cry to me, those who seek me, those who trust in me, because there I will listen to their weeping, their sadness, to remedy, to cleanse and nurse all their different troubles, their miseries, their suffering."

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Nican Mopohua 1:26-32

I need to break out my Nahuatl textbook and look in more depth at the original.  I'm not seeing a whole hell of a lot of specifically Christian imagery here.  in fact, look at this:

"Canin ye nica? Canin ye ninotta? Cuix ye oncan in quitotehuaque huehuetque tachtohuan tococolhuan, in xochitlalpan in tonacatlalpan, cuix ye oncan ilhuicatlalpan?"

Where am I? Where do I find myself? Is it possible that I am in the place our ancient ancestors, our grandparents, told about, in the land of the flowers, in the land of corn, of our flesh, of our sustenance, possibly in the land of heaven?".

Nican Mopohua 1:10

the land of corn, which our grandparents told about?  christianity has only existed in mexico for 10 years at this point.  I'm sorry, "Santa Maria" has always been the most quickly syncretized bit of christianity in history, anywhere in the world, and throwing one "dios" after "teotl" (the word which indicated every aztec divinity) does not make me think this document is describing a particularly christian experience.  She introduces herself as Holy Mary, Mother of a vague pantheistic truth-life-force.

I'd always said that building the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe directly on top of the temple pyramid of the Mother Goddess Tonatzin after a Nahuatl-language apparition of an Aztec woman dressed like Aztec royalty to an Aztec man was one of the most blatant examples of the Goddess protecting and perpetuating her own cult in the midst of christian imperialism, and after reading thechristian version of what happened, I'm more convinced than before.  

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Time:01:53 am

I would give an arm and a leg for this jobCollapse )

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cmon cmon cmon!

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Time:10:39 pm

food for thought books is hiring!  "Women, people of color, GLBT/queer folks, and members of other underrepresented communities are strongly encouraged to apply."

hellz yeah. 

This position is 32-40 hours a week. We are all paid on the same scale: the annual salary is $28K for 32hrs/week and $36K for 40hrs/week. We do not profit share. Any profits made above that of our salaries and expenses go into the further development of our projects and toward donations to local non-profit groups. Benefits include individual health insurance, 4 weeks of paid vacation a year, sick leave, maternity leave, funeral leave, and lots of cheap and free books.

I would wade through an ocean of shit to get this job.  gladly put off school for their minimum commitment of 2 years if I got hired.  (it would get me in-state tuition and independent status anyway.)  I'd learn more there than school, for that matter.  I'm shamelessly calling everyone I can to get me letters of recommendation.  those of you who are the praying sort, light candles, sacrifice fruit...haha, I would do anything to work there.

*just noticed the song that was playing when I found this*

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Time:08:12 pm

so this is pretty much the most disgusting thing I've ever heard.

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Time:04:18 am

so Cornell University was kind enough to post online explaining why neem oil does what it does.  the chemical in the oil that does the trick is called Azadirachtin, and it mimics a class of insect hormones called ecdysones, which are responsible for the molting that occurs between life-stages.  by fucking with (scientific term) the hormone balance, Azadirachtin prevents the insects from moving from one stage to the next.  it doesn't directly kill them, actually, just makes them stop eating, maturing, and reproducing.  taken internally for a long-ass time, it also inhibits mammalian male fertility without lowering libido, causing impotence, or spermatogenesis, which just confuses me because I can't think of what else is required.  obviously I need to take a few bio classes.

so, I've had several suspicious bumps on my hip and what looks alarmingly like like a small burrow on the palm of my hand, and I'm thinking I actually did get scabies.  however, after rigorous treatment with the neem oil the bumps on my hip disappeared all but completely in less than 24 hours, and I haven't noticed any new spots.  I've been bathing in the stuff religiously (imagine something that smells very strongly of nuts and stale garlic) and I'm hoping the fuckers will all take the hint and live out their un-molted lives in celibate fasting, and thank me for the karmic bump.  I'm basically screwed if the neem doesn't treat this, so here's hoping it works.  finding the above article really did boost my confidence in its effectiveness, though.  the only issue is that I can't wash a futon and I haven't washed my clothes yet.  I'll be going into town tomorrow to buy tokens, because the landlord here runs the laundry rooms like a video arcade.  I'd say I guess that's better than non-residents using our laundry rooms...but I really wouldn't give a damn if they did.  meh.

on the other hand, this reading on biochemistry and insect life cycles has me wondering again if Plant Soil and Insect Science might not be worth majoring in.

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Time:02:46 pm

I don't remember where I was before, but I was following someone through a muddy garden pond...or through a park, or part of a farm.  think english countryside.  we were going back home...his home, maybe, I'm not sure where we were from or where we were going.  each step had to be carefully placed, it was like a dance, mimicking the very first person to cross over.  it involved awkward near-falling footsteps in the mire, sudden grabbing of branches, catching yourself on roots, all in a very specific order.  at the end you had to plunge into a pond and hold onto the edge of a log, underwater, until you crossed over.  (has anyone ever been wet in a dream?  I sure haven't.)

I went underwater and then was in a strange room, full of clear water.  I startled a small marine turtle, and noticed a small lionfish, but other than that it was as clear as a swimming pool.  I vaguely remember it having some non-specific items of "home"or furniture...but there was a somewhat horrifying problem wherein I and the other members of my family would walk by the mirrors in the house and not be in them, despite the fact the objects from the house which we were holding were in the mirrors.  I don't know how long we stayed.  I had a sister, or possibly I was a sister.  my dad was himself, but severely diabetic, and my mother was herself as well.  my brother was there, judging by my attitude (a certain sort of noncomittal openness and an expectation of someone to share with, I guess.  it reminds me of the absolute un-loneliness of dreams, though it's a different feeling in substance), but I didn't see him.  we had been there long enough to notice the creepy mirror phenominon, and they had left us with food (there was a fridge, I saw my dad pulling out a package of ground beef that had an awkward attempt to look like 21st century advertizing on it...it was obviously faked just for us, or the meat eaters among us anyway) but there was no insulin for him.  I started yelling in a weird mix of every non-english language I know, primarily french and russian in this instance, that we needed to be let out because he was diabetic and would get sick.

I think we got out, but next I remember we were in a city...flashing forcefields and strange modes of transportation, but I saw something that looked like the empire state building with hovering balls of light around it and a purple/pink/blue energy field next to it.  everything was jumbled, then, there was someone in my mind as well as walking next to me, though I'm not sure we were even walking.  I was with my family but I also wasn't even in one place, and I was moving in several of them.  I was a woman, I think - possibly the same woman I thought was my sister, back in front of the mirror that didn't show us ourselves.

she/I/we was/were being told that when we embraced and opened our mind to the subtleties around us that were so much more common and in use in this era, we would be upset, in pain, more vulnerable...it was a trade off - startling new weaknesses for new strengths.  I remember as she was talking I began to see more and mroe of the energy fields surrounding buildings, powering things, and I started having strange reactions, like feedback on a microphone, and I think this is the reason I can't really remember being in one place, with one group of people, or tell if I was moving or standing still.

I remember being in a strange building, imagine if you turned a bowl upside down on a table.  a low dome.  around the edge is a circular hallway, and the walls slope inward just above our heads.  it was dark, like a building made of iron, but I remember bright lights on the walls, glowing blue or orange or green, like holograms with depth and direction and not just flat bulbish things.  I was just beyond the circular hallway, closer in, it was like there was a smaller bowl inside the larger, except this one had a rectangular doorway cut out, filled with blue light like the pacific.  also I'm now imagining it was a doorway, with a surface like water.  as I stood/hovered/was there, I saw a woman and several men suddenly notice that my father had escaped from wherever he was, I don't remember what they called it, or what they called him.  I'm not sure if they could see my face below or at the surface of the water door...

I woke up shortly thereafter, with some kind of techno playing like and advertisement for a kid's doll, and a woman who may or may not have been me spinning and dancing.  I'm inclined to say the name Lisa was included. 

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Subject:job hunt updates
Time:02:50 pm
so, I went to my interview at A J Hastings and I thought I was doing good.  I had an 11am interview and got there 25 minutes early...the 10:30 interviewee was 10 minutes late, the 10:45 interviewee didn't even show up or call. (yay competing with hungover greek students for jobs!  drink! drink and be unemployed!)  I got there and had a crisp resume and filled out application, but as soon as they found out I had applied to UMass for the spring they told me the interview was over.  they were polite and sympathetic about it but rather firm when I tried to suggest full time work and school...which is honestly what I'd like, anyway.

so, I was kind of dejected, but decided that instead of catching the bus home I would take it to UMass and talk to their employment office.  I got lost and asked a janitor for directions, I think he only spoke russian, but he got me to the office ok.  I filled out an application and skills inventory, in the middle of which the HR interviewer guy told someone behind me there was a hiring freeze...apparently what that means is that they are still hiring, but that current UMass employees get a week to bid on new open positions before the general public even has a shot.  *shrug*  I still have a chance.  the only position open to the public was as a greenhouse technician.  I would've loved it but it required 5 years of prior horticultural experience.  The Interviewer/director dude saw me looking at it and when I mentioned I'd like it but wasn't qualified, he chuckled and said "yeah a lot of these kids would love to work in greenhouses..." and chuckled again.  he didn't seem to think anything less of them re: being dirty hippies, but found it amusing.  when I set up an appointment time for an interview, I had to go from next Friday to the following Monday because I have a meeting with the ESL coordinator to pick out my student.  When they found out I was a volunteer ESL tutor both the secretary and the director made lots of very warm comments and talked to me about the parade I almost walked in, and the director went on about how wonderful it was and how that experience would be really good for me and look very good as well...so, good impressions are go.  not sure if that will have any bearing on me actually getting a job, but whatever.
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Time:03:37 am
You reblogged ledgergermane:

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The Swiss DNA Bank

Combine advances in medical genetics with the age-old pursuit of immortality, and it comes as no surprise that DNA storage is a growing industry. In such a personal line of business peace of mind is paramount for consumers. Recognising this, Swiss DNA Bank offers ultra-secure DNA storage that meets Swiss banking regulations. For a one-time fee of USD 399, customers can store both their self-swabbed DNA and up to 1 GB of digital data, forever. The DNA and the web servers are held in a former Swiss military underground nuclear shelter in Gstaad, aptly named Swiss Fort Knox. Subscription fees are invested in “conservative Swiss investment formulas”, the annual interest from which Swiss DNA Bank claims is sufficient to sustainably cover storage costs.

By saving both DNA and digital ‘memories’ (in any file format), Swiss DNA Bank is aiming to preserve the fullest approximation of an individual for his or her heirs, who can buy access to their relatives’ shared data for USD 69. The online data storage can also be purchased individually for USD 299, and will likely appeal to a separate market of consumers eager to keep confidential info out of the wrong hands. The encrypted “Forever Account” is accessible only to the holder of two passwords: one created by the user upon sign-up, the other generated by a constantly changing key card supplied by Swiss DNA Bank.


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I am intrigued and horrified.  what would I put in a GB of data attached to my genetic code?  the prospect of some clone of myself waking up in 1000 years and being handed a laptop full of everything meaningful I could think of is really intriguing.  and surreal and bizzare and possibly wrong.  I'm not sure.  this is an interesting idea.

it's also somewhat tempting to swab the DNA of a cat or something and include every piece of vanitas artwork I can find.  hmm.  performance art?  whatever.

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Time:05:07 pm
went into town just now, stopped by the bank.  when I deposited my check I asked her if they did student loans, she said no.  she then lowered her voice and proceded to give me every other bank in the area that did unsecured loans, as well as an approximate amount of time it took to get approved for each of them.  People's Bank rules.

and now I'm cooking the local squash =)  I'm having it with carrot and sweet potato with turmer, cumin, oregano, salt and pepper.  added a bit of oil.  it smells good, anyway.  we'll see how it turns out.
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Time:01:37 pm

*sigh*

transcript request forms sent out.  mischief managed.  now here's hoping they actually send them.

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now for a quick shave and off to Cumby's to see if the manager I was intending to talk to this morning is still there at 1pm.  I'm slow.  oh well.

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Cumby's manager went out to the bank.  I'm going to the bank too, and hopefully by the time I get back she'll be there.

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