Miscelany

1. I failed my CVE exam. Or, as Gavin calls it, the Nerdapalooza. Failed the damned thing, by like two questions. I knew it all, and a whole bunch of stuff just blanked from my head. Stupid standards. Stupid H.32x and Q.93x and G.7xx. Of course, the annexes, which took me forever to be able to memorize, weren't on the test at all.

So...I'll have to retake. Rich is all "Oh, it's no big deal, don't worry, it's hard stuff, we'll get you another voucher and you'll take it again and you'll pass."

Hard stuff, right. Mister I-got-a-99.3-on-my-test...

Seriously, I like Rich, but I don't want sympathy for how difficult something is from the guy who knows EVERYTHING.

2. I didn't get the Hermes tattoo today. Just a postponing, not a cancellation.

3. Sleep was hell last night, thanks to BGE shutting off electricity around midnight and having it off for over nine hours to do god knows what outside. Oh yeah, did I mention we have electric heat?

4. My wrist hurts. Not severely, just enough to annoy me.

5. The Body Shop body butter smells just like smashed-up raspberries, not like the smell that masquerades as raspberries that a lot of supposed raspberry stuff smells like. So yummy. I put it on the other night after taking a shower with Trader Joe's Grapefruit salt scrub. Oh my god, I smelled so good. Citrus and raspberries...

6. I'm tired.

Meme responses- Apollo

I'm slowly writing on some of the subjects from the memes that I posted last week, so if you haven't seen yours yet, you eventually will.

From this meme, raistlynn asked me to write about Apollo. I've yet to do so not because I forgot about it or anything like that, but because I've just not been able to write anything that I find satisfactory.

The fact of the matter is that I don't really know how to write about Apollo in a way that even begins to do Him any sort of justice. Every time I try, I grow stronger in the belief that human language is just not sufficient. How do you explain infinity? How do you describe the brightest light you've ever seen, the most beautiful sight to ever reach your eyes or the greatest terror you've ever known? And how can you explain that yes, it is okay- even adviseable- to place your trust in the source of that terror?

I can always start to write about him, but after a few sentences or a short paragraph, I can't continue. Why? there is plenty to write about...that's the problem, there is so much to write about, so much that can be said, but I can never really say it. The thoughts which, in my head were perfectly fine, become imprecise, faulty and unbeautiful when they see the light of the page or screen.

At best, I can reasonably write about my own feelings. This is probably why I write so much in the way of poetry about him, and why it tends to be so personal, because even if I can't quite get the exact word, I can find something close enough. Whereas with Apollo himself, thre is no such thing as "close enough".

Believe me, I am trying to find a way, because I would really love to write a book about him.

I might just incur His wrath for this one...

A little while ago, someone posted to an email list I'm on asking if he's the only one who sees Apollo as the god of rock and roll, with the lyre as a precursor to the guitar.

I responded saying that I hadn't thought about it before but I could definitely see that, and not only that, but I can definitely picture Him rocking out on a guitar....

...and then came the mental image of Marsyas challenging Apollo to a Guitar Hero showdown.

So if anyone finds me shot dead with an arrow in the street this afternoon, this is why.