In honor of Freya (or Frigga), in whose name we venerate one of the best days of the week, I thought I’d deal with a few bits and pieces today, settling up a few points and answering some questions. Remember, you can always comment or ask questions about my writing either on Facebook, or emailing me direct at email@example.com.
A few folk asked about where to find the story I mentioned yesterday, The Moon is Drowning While I Sleep, especially since I failed to mention the author, Canadian Charles DeLint; I’m afraid I can’t remember where I first read it, but some of my Sisters inform me it appeared in a sort of updated fairy tale anthology called Snow White & Blood Red.
Also in the credit where credit is due department, I neglected to mention that Black Death (as well as The Last Winter, another of ‘11’s more intriguing films) are available from Netflix; I still prefer my DVD’s in the mail, Luddite that I am, but the wife and boys have been enjoying the streaming through the Wii or Paula’s IPad.
I just started reading Penn Jillette’s God No (thanks honey!), and it’s pretty interesting, a little more stream of consciousness than I like, but full of good stuff, one of the most interesting is the existence of Traif, a restaurant in Williamsburg that (intentionally or not) is a big Bronx cheer, so to speak, to the local Hasidim, or more accurately, to their ass backwards medieval lifestyle. Traif, by the way, is a Yiddish word that refers to forbidden food, the non-kosher stuff. The chef and co-owner is Jewish and he envisioned the place as one where “Hasidim and hipsters could come together”, a place that serves bacon doughnuts in the middle of Wlliamsburg! Bacon donuts! I have been screaming that we sooo have to go, we need to organize a pagan brunch club at this place! More to follow…
Before I forget, looking at the said chef’s web page about the restaurant, there were the usual condemnations (you know, from all those loving followers of God) including this gem:
Hay you can’t mass with god stop now its not late!!
Word for unpunctuated word, swear to…well, wouldn’t you just be thrilled to pieces having that guy in your corner?
Another question came in asking about atheism, specifically asking me how I could say I’m a pagan AND an atheist, that they’re exclusive; sorry to say, but they are most certainly not. As a pagan, I believe in the old ways, the old rites, I believe that they help me find harmony in the universe and myself, but that is not the same as saying I believe in Ra, or Thor, or Tzetzcatlipoca; I say their names in rites and spells, but I believe them to be as much creations of spirit as anything else, forces in Nature that we name and try to understand with our sadly insufficient mortal brains. I do NOT believe that there is any controlling deity out there, male or female, Christian, Jewish, Hindu or otherwise, I do not believe that my life or anything in said universe is under the control of some shadowy father figure, neither is it chaos, I believe that the universe ebbs and flows according to natural laws, only some of which we are capable of perceiving. I believe that when I die, I die, and no soul, spirit, or anything else will live on. I believe that my life, with all its good and bad, with all the noble acts and all the stupid decisions, is mine and mine alone. I believe that I can direct the flow of things in some small degree, like a plant twisting to face the sun, so I am a witch, and I am an atheist.
On a different note, a recent study on behavior among dogs found many interesting traits of selflessness and concern for fellow members, traits that prompted scientists to state that “dogs are more human than previously thought.” Being on excellent terms with my canine brethren, I have a letter here from the Dog Lobby, to wit:
“Dear humans: While we admire your attempts to understand us better, we must officially object to being called ‘more human’; more like you, the creators of cheese in a spray can and sneakers with lights in them? More like you, the only semi-intelligent creatures that kill each other over shiny trinkets? More like you, who we love unconditionally, but who beat, starve and neglect us? Knock it off or we’ll stop pretending we like it when you dress us up like reindeer for your goofy Christmas cards.”
Be blessed as the year begins, my Kin.