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Looking for Pope Joan: Some Historians Say Clues Exist That a Woman Served as Pope in the Ninth Century

This is a fascinating article. Historical mysteries like this are some of my favorite intellectual shiny objects.

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Must. Delete. Song. From. Ipod.

GAH! How did it get there ein the first place?

Is it just me or is "Come Sweet Death" from The End Of Evangelion the most fnarked-up song ever? I NEVER noticed how depressing it was when I watched the movie.

It ALMOST makes me want to listen to Shiny Happy People...(Thank gods I don't have that one....)

Want? Need? Same Diff.

Right about now I'm really missing Playa Del Fuego.

Actually, I'm specifically missing the spinning. The fire. The heat. The sound. God, the sound...I get high on the sound of flames rushing around me. It's dizzying. Spinning is definitely something I don't do enough of. I seriously want to do that tomorrow night. Pick up some oil, grab the staff and light up and spin until I have no choice but to stop because I just can't sustain movement any longer and if I try I'll get hurt. I always feel so peaceful and happy in the midst of the exhaustion. And I want to be sore from all that spinning for the next few days. I'm not much of a fan of pain, but I do love the feeling that I get after so much spinning, of curling my shoulders forward and feeling that stretch and ache from one arm across my back to the other. Cold water never tastes better than when I'm drinking a whole bunch of it to avoid dehydration. Spinning in chilly air, wearing the sort of thing that I typically wear for spinning in. (yes, I wear clothes) Good combination of heat and cold. Sensory immersion. I need that.

One might say I'm a borderline addict. There does come a point where I NEED to be in the presence of fire. I feel like I'm rapidly approaching that point.

So long as the weather holds out, I think I will do that.