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| 09:58pm 23/06/2008 |
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Can you see the tempest raging? |
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| 01:24am 15/04/2008 |
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Mental note:
If Valgard ever makes his way out to SC Pennsylvania, make sure he does not have access to firearms.
We've got squirrels. One half-tailed squirrel in particular that likes to taunt the cat. I call him Ratatosk. We bought a huge bag of peanuts for him.
So, on my horn, I am using ( this picture ) as a 'tribal template.' Unfortunatally, my artistic skill is too literal and it seems there are not many depictions of Ratatosk. People give cats too much credit and squirrels not nearly enough.
( Ratatoskr )
I've been doing some work on that horn. I'll be drawing up Malice Striker tomorrow. I'll see about getting pictures of that up tomorrow or Wednesday. Shit I am bored out of my head, paperwork for my license is going to drive me up the wall.
Guten Nacht! |
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| Draught for the Sons of Oðinn |
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| 04:28pm 07/04/2008 |
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music: "Winter Born (This Sacrifice)" By The Crüxshadows
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The brewers Kindred.
Over the past two weeks, Baldr's Melomel (Apricot Peach) has cleared drastically. It's incredible considering the batch was brewed on March 23rd, and it is already clear and shining. Ingvar commented that Oðinn's second son had his hand in it. Midsummer, perhaps Alþing 29, that will be offered up to the wisest and fairest of the Æsir.
Some time ago, Karon gifted me with wild blueberry honey that she picked up in Maine. As I type this, the draught for the Skullsplitter "Bruised and Bloody," a black/blue/raspberry melomel is cooling in the kitchen. I find it appropriate that the brew took the colour of blood. This melomel was brewed for the northeastern tribe at Jòl this year using the aforementioned honey.
The gas bill is going to be something else this month. Ingvar brewed a vanilla/cinnamon mead that smelled incredible. those five gallons should be wonderful in a few years. Brandi also brewed herself a batch of Blackberry/raspberry fermenting away in the closet.
As I expected... we are running out of closet space.
Hail the Tribe!
Hail Blood Eagle Kindred!
Hail Þórr!
Hail the Shining One!
~Richard |
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| 03:12pm 28/01/2008 |
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Murphy's law. |
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| 02:24pm 12/10/2007 |
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By the time I bottle the mead from last night, I am probably going to have somewhere around 50 gallons of mead cooked up and fermenting... I want to brew more. We will be brewing Brandi's tonight and putting it in one of the 5 gallon carboys. Saturday I am going to brew another two gallons, and next week I am going to brew some beer.
There is a home-brewers 'emporium' not far from my place. Going to have to check that out. |
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| 02:06pm 12/10/2007 |
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I missed something...
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| Grímnismál |
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| 12:05pm 06/10/2007 |
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mood:  groggy music: "Frøysnesen/Soteroen" by Gjallarhorn
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One day, Othin and Frigg were sitting in Hlithskjalf (4) and were looking out upon all the worlds. Then said Othin: "Dost thou see Agnar, thy foster son, how he begets children with an ogress in a cave? But Geirroeth, my foster son, is king in the land." Frigg answered: "He is so grudging about his food(5) that he lets his guests die of hunger when he thinks too many have come." Othin said that this was a gross lie, and so they laid a wager about this matter. Frigg sent her chambermaid Fulla to Geirroeth to tell him to beware lest he be bewitched by a warlock who was then come into the land. She told him that the warlock could be recognized by this, that no dog was so fierce as to rush at him. But it was evil slander, to say that King Geirroeth was not generous about his food. Yet he had that man taken captive whom his dogs would not set on. He was clad in a blue cloak and gave his name as Grimnir,(6) and said no more about himself though he was asked. The king tortured him to make him speak, by setting him be- tween two fires; and there he sate for eight nights. Geirroeth had a son ten years old, who was named Agnar after his brother. Agnar went up to Grimnir and gave him a full horn to drink from and said that the king did ill to torture one who had done no wrong. Grimnir emptied it. By that time the fire had come so near him that his cloak began to burn.
( Hot art thou, blaze, and too high, withal! ) |
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| 09:22am 06/10/2007 |
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| 12:30am 24/07/2007 |
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Once you convince yourself
The universe falls into place
You've got your ideas
And your posse of friends
You all make up rules
And the fun never ends
But still there's a problem that leaves you gasping for air
You look for some meaning, blank smiles are all that's there
And still water stales a soft summer breeze
You cling to your hopes while your drop to your knees
There's no substance
~Bad Religion~
An inflated consciousness is always egocentric and conscious of nothing but its own existence. It is incapable of learning from the past, incapable of understanding contemporary events, and incapable of drawing right conclusions about the future. It is hypnotized by itself and therefore cannot be argued with. It inevitably dooms itself to calamities that must strike it dead.
~Carl Jung~ |
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| 07:13am 11/12/2006 |
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music: "Fonn Mhárta" by Clannad
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I don't know if you can see
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid
That I might drift away
So I've been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I came from
And that's the reason why I seem
So far away today
Oh, but let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia you're calling me
And now I'm going home
If I should become a stranger
You know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything
I've ever had
Now I have moved and I've kept on moving
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
Found others on the way
I have kissed the ladies and left them crying
Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying
I have traveled hard with coattails flying
Somewhere in the wind
(Chorus)
Now I'm sitting here before the fire
The empty room, the forest choir
The flames that could not get any higher
They've withered now they've gone
But I'm steady thinking my way is clear
And I know what I will do tomorrow
When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow
Then I will disappear |
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| 06:12pm 13/02/2006 |
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Here, I am sitting at my computer... and I am comfortable for once. |
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| 05:16am 23/11/2005 |
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I have a purple pillow... |
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