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Jan. 15th, 2008 03:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
badstarFriday Went to Yankee candle again over the weekend...apparently they got some more stock in, there was a basket with about a dozen and a half more cypress votive candles, so I snagged a dozen, that gives me two dozen now.
I also got me a new winter coat...woohoo! Finally have one that doesn't weight thirty-six pounds. Actually, it weighs almost nothing, and keeps me warmer than the leather coat did. Same one I was eying earlier in the fall...it's made of a sort of iridescent bronze material, and is all down-lined. I tried on an identical one in white and very nearly bought the white one, but white would get sooooooooo dirty. It was a tough call though, because I really liked the way the white one looked.
I also got myself a new iPod finally. (80 gig black classic) I've since loaded it with, aside from lots of music, a series of podcasts which were recorded from a class on ancient Greek from Concordia seminary. I know that I can go back to the site and find the book that they use in the class and get that to follow along- they provide that information, so I'm going to get the book at some point soon but in the meantime will start listening to the podcasts.
On Friday, taking a bus down to the harbor in the afternoon, a weird, slightly creepy thing happened...so I get on the bus and notice a guy sitting in one of the seats, his face looks vaguely familiar, but I can't put a name to it, so I forget about it and sit down. A minute later, he gets my attention and asks how I'm doing...
me: "Uh, fine. Thank you."
guy on bus: "Do you remember me?"
me: "Your face looks vaguely familiar, but I can't place where I might have seen you before."
guy: "you don't remember me?"
me: "Offhand, no."
guy: "You don't know who I am?"
me: "No, nothing is coming to mind"
guy: "I saw you on the bus a couple of years ago. I'm the Celtic shaman, remember?"
Urg...then I remembered. Unfortunately. So...one time, I was living up on Loch Raven, so that would have been in December 2004, this guy started talking to me for reasons not remembered at a bus stop down on Charles street, waiting for the 3 going north. He had told me about how he just discovered a few weeks before that he had Irish ancestry, and in honor of that had just become a Celtic shaman (that's Seltic, not Keltic.) He was rather obnoxious going on and on about how the college he was attending was violating his religious rights by not letting him take off for the days of the wheel of the year which are an ancient tradition blah blah blah. All the way up to Loch Raven Boulevard this guy just wouldn't shut up despite the fact that I had headphones on, and had even received a couple of calls on my cell phone. Yeah...I remembered.
me: "Oh, yeah. I remember now-"
guy: "Yeah, it's me, well, I just thought you might like to know, I'm a second degree Gardnerian Wiccan now.
me: "Oh, er, uh, wow, hey, that's my stop."
Yeah, he's Gardnerian, just like I became a hardcore Dianic the other day.
You don't just up and become a shaman like that. And bitching about your religious rights three weeks after discovering that something interests you? Sorry, but if you don't know enough to know that the "wheel of the year" is not an ancient Celtic construct but a modern one cobbled together from old Celtic, Norse and Germanic observances with a whole lot of modern thrown in and the Autumn Equinox for good measure and symmetry, I think it's time to do a bit more learning before you've got any grounds to bitch about you rights being violated.
I also got me a new winter coat...woohoo! Finally have one that doesn't weight thirty-six pounds. Actually, it weighs almost nothing, and keeps me warmer than the leather coat did. Same one I was eying earlier in the fall...it's made of a sort of iridescent bronze material, and is all down-lined. I tried on an identical one in white and very nearly bought the white one, but white would get sooooooooo dirty. It was a tough call though, because I really liked the way the white one looked.
I also got myself a new iPod finally. (80 gig black classic) I've since loaded it with, aside from lots of music, a series of podcasts which were recorded from a class on ancient Greek from Concordia seminary. I know that I can go back to the site and find the book that they use in the class and get that to follow along- they provide that information, so I'm going to get the book at some point soon but in the meantime will start listening to the podcasts.
On Friday, taking a bus down to the harbor in the afternoon, a weird, slightly creepy thing happened...so I get on the bus and notice a guy sitting in one of the seats, his face looks vaguely familiar, but I can't put a name to it, so I forget about it and sit down. A minute later, he gets my attention and asks how I'm doing...
me: "Uh, fine. Thank you."
guy on bus: "Do you remember me?"
me: "Your face looks vaguely familiar, but I can't place where I might have seen you before."
guy: "you don't remember me?"
me: "Offhand, no."
guy: "You don't know who I am?"
me: "No, nothing is coming to mind"
guy: "I saw you on the bus a couple of years ago. I'm the Celtic shaman, remember?"
Urg...then I remembered. Unfortunately. So...one time, I was living up on Loch Raven, so that would have been in December 2004, this guy started talking to me for reasons not remembered at a bus stop down on Charles street, waiting for the 3 going north. He had told me about how he just discovered a few weeks before that he had Irish ancestry, and in honor of that had just become a Celtic shaman (that's Seltic, not Keltic.) He was rather obnoxious going on and on about how the college he was attending was violating his religious rights by not letting him take off for the days of the wheel of the year which are an ancient tradition blah blah blah. All the way up to Loch Raven Boulevard this guy just wouldn't shut up despite the fact that I had headphones on, and had even received a couple of calls on my cell phone. Yeah...I remembered.
me: "Oh, yeah. I remember now-"
guy: "Yeah, it's me, well, I just thought you might like to know, I'm a second degree Gardnerian Wiccan now.
me: "Oh, er, uh, wow, hey, that's my stop."
Yeah, he's Gardnerian, just like I became a hardcore Dianic the other day.
You don't just up and become a shaman like that. And bitching about your religious rights three weeks after discovering that something interests you? Sorry, but if you don't know enough to know that the "wheel of the year" is not an ancient Celtic construct but a modern one cobbled together from old Celtic, Norse and Germanic observances with a whole lot of modern thrown in and the Autumn Equinox for good measure and symmetry, I think it's time to do a bit more learning before you've got any grounds to bitch about you rights being violated.
