The Hermetic Feast
Apr. 6th, 2007 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaA legacy will come to you from a far-off country. Light, truth, the unravelling of involved matters. In this card everything is revealed. If it comes next to No. 4 it predicts you will fall in the sea.
"I believe that the 'Waste Land' is really the very heart of this problem; a rightful appreciation of its position and significance will place us in possession of the clue which will lead us safely through the most bewildering mazes."
JESSIE L. WESTON, From Ritual to Romance
International Night 2007, bay-bee.
But before that, more stuff.
I'm more than likely going to hell anyway for listening to Christianity is Stupid on Good Friday (and The Resurrection three times, but that was because I was in a Xenosaga mood), so the CD having both Negativland, a few Mega Man tribute songs, and Flashbulb (good) and Muse (meh) is the least of my worries. I tried to listen to Space Dementia, but the mp3s were horribly tagged by SOMEBODY who tags mp3s as well as she writes satirical dialogue (I did not save the example, but perhaps you can coax it out of Miyomi if you so desire). I'd have a link there for you to click on, but GFF has been down every time I opened the box. Right now, it's up and down. It was also simulataneously up and down when I was at international night, sleeping, and in class, especially when I was in Advanced Quantum Mechanics. Grrrr Serious Business sheeple aargh etc.
I have a newfound level of appreciation for Kirlian Shores. And about the same level of appreciation, or perhaps lack of it, for Muse.
At 10:10, I had Advanced E&M class, and found out that the draft for the paper is due next week, not today. Yay!
At 11, I ate stir-fry. It was quite grood. Carla came along later. We talked about saving strawberries, how to pronounce Niyaz, and whether people with bad taste in music should have bands named after their username. Then Carla disappeared into the depths of the library to print out a picture of a baby seal (reminding me of a post on Barbelith that made my day - I haven't laughed this hard since Valentine's Day - involving this) and Katie eventually appeared to wander about the Veldt in Final Fantasy VI, searching for the elusive General.
She spent hours looking. She never found it, but she did try the new one, casting Quake on a bunch of floating enemies, killing herself. It would be kamikaze had it killed the enemies too, but no. It was just one of those cherry blossom things. You know, those rocket-propelled planes with bombs in them.
This caused me to wonder how the Japanese ever managed to conquer China. Then I remembered that the Chinese were too busy fighting each other. It also makes me very happy at the thought that Japan will never be a military power again.
International Night 2007, bay-bee.
A picture of me now exists on Carla's camera. I'll coax it from her eventually. Keep in mind that this is Carla and you'll have it by the time GFF comes back up, or by the time Merv Burger graduates from college, whichever comes first.
Scratch that. GFF could come back up now. In fact, it is both up and down, provided you keep the box closed.
Carla guarded the entrance. I suggested poking people with a Scandinavian flag.
STUFF.
Khakatay had MAD BALAFON ACTION. That means it was better than the last few times I heard them, because balafons are the greatest things in the history of African music.
Steel drums. Not as cool as Khakatay, but that's because they didn't have a balafon.
FOODS. This included a Greek salad of tomatoes, zucchini, and olives, sushi with WASABI PASTE, BITCHES (the salmon kind, not that wussy imitation crab stuff), Chinese pork stuff.
A few professors and/or students brought their kids. Two of them were dancing to it, and one of them did something that looked like she was attacking the other one with a stuffed owl. My thoughts on it were remarkably similar to a character in my story's reaction to something semi-related, except I know their parents aren't the kind of people who think Futurama is evil liberal propaganda because it shows humans, mutants, robots, and aliens living in harmony, or they wouldn't be there.
Someone asked how much sushi he should take. I suggested a million, like she did. She: presumably Japanese, took at least eight pieces of sushi. Carla was busy guarding the entrance so someone from Fitchburg or UMass Dartmouth didn't just waltz in. And not use ninja skills to sneak in either. Saying "tra la la la la, I'm from Dartmouth and I'm not paying," and walking in without paying. Or as Katie put it, being attacked by the streamer thingies in the entrance. I said she was guarding it to keep it from escaping and destroying Tokyo.
Dancing. Carla had to yell at Katie for not doing so.
International fashions. I had some music from Europe they could use for the European scarves (specifically, Lush and/or Eyeless in Gaza - Muse is there, but WHY?), but they used American stuff instead.
I had no idea there were Malian students. I know someone from Cameroon, and there are a bunch of people from Cape Verde. But, Mali. Wow. I have a lot of music from Mali.
Irish stuff: Too bad there was a lack of bagpipes.
Dulcimer. Yay.
Gospel singing. There's very little I can say about it, much like the dulcimer.
Human pyramid. Self-explanatory.
"I believe that the 'Waste Land' is really the very heart of this problem; a rightful appreciation of its position and significance will place us in possession of the clue which will lead us safely through the most bewildering mazes."
JESSIE L. WESTON, From Ritual to Romance
International Night 2007, bay-bee.
But before that, more stuff.
I'm more than likely going to hell anyway for listening to Christianity is Stupid on Good Friday (and The Resurrection three times, but that was because I was in a Xenosaga mood), so the CD having both Negativland, a few Mega Man tribute songs, and Flashbulb (good) and Muse (meh) is the least of my worries. I tried to listen to Space Dementia, but the mp3s were horribly tagged by SOMEBODY who tags mp3s as well as she writes satirical dialogue (I did not save the example, but perhaps you can coax it out of Miyomi if you so desire). I'd have a link there for you to click on, but GFF has been down every time I opened the box. Right now, it's up and down. It was also simulataneously up and down when I was at international night, sleeping, and in class, especially when I was in Advanced Quantum Mechanics. Grrrr Serious Business sheeple aargh etc.
I have a newfound level of appreciation for Kirlian Shores. And about the same level of appreciation, or perhaps lack of it, for Muse.
At 10:10, I had Advanced E&M class, and found out that the draft for the paper is due next week, not today. Yay!
At 11, I ate stir-fry. It was quite grood. Carla came along later. We talked about saving strawberries, how to pronounce Niyaz, and whether people with bad taste in music should have bands named after their username. Then Carla disappeared into the depths of the library to print out a picture of a baby seal (reminding me of a post on Barbelith that made my day - I haven't laughed this hard since Valentine's Day - involving this) and Katie eventually appeared to wander about the Veldt in Final Fantasy VI, searching for the elusive General.
She spent hours looking. She never found it, but she did try the new one, casting Quake on a bunch of floating enemies, killing herself. It would be kamikaze had it killed the enemies too, but no. It was just one of those cherry blossom things. You know, those rocket-propelled planes with bombs in them.
This caused me to wonder how the Japanese ever managed to conquer China. Then I remembered that the Chinese were too busy fighting each other. It also makes me very happy at the thought that Japan will never be a military power again.
International Night 2007, bay-bee.
A picture of me now exists on Carla's camera. I'll coax it from her eventually. Keep in mind that this is Carla and you'll have it by the time GFF comes back up, or by the time Merv Burger graduates from college, whichever comes first.
Scratch that. GFF could come back up now. In fact, it is both up and down, provided you keep the box closed.
Carla guarded the entrance. I suggested poking people with a Scandinavian flag.
STUFF.
Khakatay had MAD BALAFON ACTION. That means it was better than the last few times I heard them, because balafons are the greatest things in the history of African music.
Steel drums. Not as cool as Khakatay, but that's because they didn't have a balafon.
FOODS. This included a Greek salad of tomatoes, zucchini, and olives, sushi with WASABI PASTE, BITCHES (the salmon kind, not that wussy imitation crab stuff), Chinese pork stuff.
A few professors and/or students brought their kids. Two of them were dancing to it, and one of them did something that looked like she was attacking the other one with a stuffed owl. My thoughts on it were remarkably similar to a character in my story's reaction to something semi-related, except I know their parents aren't the kind of people who think Futurama is evil liberal propaganda because it shows humans, mutants, robots, and aliens living in harmony, or they wouldn't be there.
Someone asked how much sushi he should take. I suggested a million, like she did. She: presumably Japanese, took at least eight pieces of sushi. Carla was busy guarding the entrance so someone from Fitchburg or UMass Dartmouth didn't just waltz in. And not use ninja skills to sneak in either. Saying "tra la la la la, I'm from Dartmouth and I'm not paying," and walking in without paying. Or as Katie put it, being attacked by the streamer thingies in the entrance. I said she was guarding it to keep it from escaping and destroying Tokyo.
Dancing. Carla had to yell at Katie for not doing so.
International fashions. I had some music from Europe they could use for the European scarves (specifically, Lush and/or Eyeless in Gaza - Muse is there, but WHY?), but they used American stuff instead.
I had no idea there were Malian students. I know someone from Cameroon, and there are a bunch of people from Cape Verde. But, Mali. Wow. I have a lot of music from Mali.
Irish stuff: Too bad there was a lack of bagpipes.
Dulcimer. Yay.
Gospel singing. There's very little I can say about it, much like the dulcimer.
Human pyramid. Self-explanatory.
