Late Night Attempt at Philosophical Depth:

In the heathen/Norse Recon paradigm a human being incarnate here in Midgard is a constellation of souls: this shared with family-by-blood, this shared with family-by-choice, this memory, this personality, this body, this spark of divinity, these choices, this set of predestined conditions, this...

Right now, they travel in summat close formation--in death, they part. Some are potentially contactable, others less so. Like old friends who have each other on speed dial long after graduation, having one part nearby can make it easier to check out what's happened with another bit. Which, and how many, of these persist and are reborn (as opposed to other potential outcomes) isn't something to which I've given a lot of thought, and it's also so that the members of that constellation are themselves, occasionally, divisible.

Yet, more than one of these, at any time, can be the "I"-which-speaks; so while I've given a lot of time, thought, and effort to answering "Who am I?", the question remains...who is it who asks?

-- Lorrie

Productive Lorrie Is Productive!

Welcome to the intercalary week, that moment to catch your breath between Solstice/Christmas/etc and consensus solar New Year. We're scratching the old, worn-out skin of 2008 on any post that'll take our backs, because that shiny new 2009 molt wants for airing, and why isn't it now yet?

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My spinning (that first hank of Mountain Colors Targhee of which I earlier spake) has been declared Pretty Darn Good, Especially for N00bs, by the owner of Purlescence. Oh, right, I should take its picture...but I always think of it when the camera's not accessible and the light's crappy. Soon!

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I have successfully installed all presents I bought for countgeiger this Winterthing:

1. Blu-Ray Player What Is Actually Blue.


2. Hard drive and RAM to Pimp His Ride Laptop.


3. Magic box what connects to the CD changer hitch that's never had a CD changer connected to it and turns it into a mini-stereo plug--more socially known as an "iPod hitchy thingy" or "connectordoodle".

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Idunna 78 is at the printer--with luck, in the mail Wednesday, but no promises, it may be Friday.

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My first ever batch of beer, with the assistance of countgeiger at the charming home of krellan and teloric, has been bottled. Second carboy courtesy of dealan_de, manymany bottles of flip-toppin' Grolschy awesomeness courtesy of netik, all comestibles purchased at Oak Barrel Winecraft in Berkeley.

Unless I quite botched it, I'll be inflicting it on the unwary at Hrafnar in January. *grin*

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My mum has the socks I knitted for her, and they are warm and she is content, and thus so am I also.

Yarn has been bought for the Socks of my In-Laws, estimated completion in one week.

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Wednesday, I pick up the ham for Greyhaven's New Year's, the makings of the Spaghetti Sauce of my Divine Ancesstresses, and likely the Hoppin' John makings too. It'll use up the last of the pork I pickled a couple months ago.

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Y'know what there mayn't be time for in all this? My spinning wheel. I misses it! *pout!*

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-- Lorrie (whee!)