kiya: (jackaled)
( May. 27th, 2014 10:53 pm)
A thousand of bread, a thousand of beer, a thousand of every good thing. May Cindy ascend.

Fuck cancer.
I seem to have accidentally become the keeper of the family religious calendar. You see, because of my own obsession with building my own religious calendar, I have a draft version of it up in Google calendar. To this I have added the family chore rota calendar, the family medical appointments calendar, the family "fun stuff we might like to do" calendar, [ profile] artan_eter's class schedule calendar, the moon phase calendar, the Jewish calendar, and probably a couple of others that I can't think of at the moment. My Google calendar is a deeply cluttered place.

But anyway - between trying to track my own religious observances and keeping up the professional blog (where I try (and even often succeed) to write about festivals a few days before they happen), I check my calendar regularly. Which means things like calling up [ profile] teinedreugan a few weeks ago to ask him to pick up hamantashen on the way home for [ profile] whispercricket. (KJ has declared these "hashmashin!")

This leads to things like the Egyptian pagan pottering about making a horseradish-crusted roast over roasted salted celery and matzo ball soup on her dinner night. Currently roasting garlic.

My life: it makes me happy.
After reading a post by [ profile] green_knight, I said this in a chat window:

17:48:48 * Kiya sighs, adds another book to her wishlist.
17:48:57 ‹Kiya› This is one my father will get me as soon as he notices I want it.
17:49:10 ‹Kiya› He probably already has two copies and will give me whichever one is more beat-up.

I then realised that this is kind of ... a tidy summary of his and my natures.
kiya: (buddha)
( Mar. 9th, 2010 04:48 pm)
My brother is up for a brief visit, mostly to meet Da Baby. I'm sad that I'm not more interesting, but at the same time, so totally not up for being interesting. He's taken a jaunt down to the Cape to spend the evening with our uncles.

Da Baby, meanwhile, is experimenting with all kinds of things. She pulled a blanket off my head in order to better peekaboo, and is currently mangling an empty Kleenex box that contains her favorite rattle. She briefly drank a little water through a straw, which shocked her so profoundly she has not managed to duplicate the feat.

I had a very productive day on the Traveller's Guide project, and am currently stalled out on the experience that is "having an entire Jan Assmann book to read". Trying to figure out how to status update to [ profile] loveandpower about various things.

Sleep remains terribly fraught, though KJ is getting better at it. She has, unfortunately, decided to shift her sleep cycle to land where I ... normally prefer mine to be. Which isn't that bad in the abstract, aside from the whole part where I had shifted mine awkwardly back so I could be awake at 7 am when she was previously getting up....

Ummmmm. What else has been the case in my reality? I'm not ... actually sure.
kiya: (kj)
( Jan. 2nd, 2010 11:37 am)
We have accidentally had baby's first solid food.

More specifically: Dad is up visiting, and brought to us an assortment of extremely ripe, very good pears. The last of which were cut into sections on the breakfast table today.

[ profile] artan_eter mumbled his way downstairs and was sitting next to my father, who was holding KJ. He speared the chunks of pear off the serving plate and onto his plate, much to KJ's fascination; she reached out curiously.

He held out the fork for her to smell the pear.

She grabbed the fork in one hand and started licking the pear. After licking it for a bit, she started to nurse on it.

He eventually took the fork back. Her eyebrows went doooooown, her expression went to, roughly, "... heeeeeeey ...."

So she was given a pear again, and gummed it vigorously for a while. Because hey, she's five months old, she wants a pear dammit, she can nom on it. So she nommed it for a while, and then eventually got done with that and started playing with it instead, at which point I brought her off to nurse for a bit.
KJ was settled on my chest and half-pushing herself upright on her forearms.

Me: You are a mighty baby!
[ profile] artan_eter: A baby of +2 might?
Me: I thought she was a baby of +3 enthusiasm.
[ profile] artan_eter: She can have multiple enchantments.
Me: Yes. She is a Baby of Holding and a Decanter of Endless Pee.
[ profile] artan_eter: With all these minor enchantments, she might be an artifact-level baby.
Me: Are you an artifact-level baby?
KJ: Agooga!
Me, reminded: She also does sonic damage.
[ profile] artan_eter: You want something. Are you hungry?
[ profile] whispercricket: She wants your soul, [ profile] artan_eter.
[ profile] artan_eter: I think she's a bit early to start on solid food.
Lately, KJ will occasionally wake up screaming, like she's shocked by awareness, and doesn't stop until she's sure she's awake. I suspect bad dreams or something.

She was snuggled up in my lap prior to the howling this go around, and I picked her up and comforted her as follows:

"It's okay, it's okay sweetie. It's just consciousness. It'll go away again eventually."

[ profile] whispercricket was on the other couch trying to sleep because she's working on bronchitis or something. She laughed rather a bit, and it sounded painful, then rasped, "It's true...."
kiya: (bluejay)
( Sep. 28th, 2009 12:45 am)
Context: [ profile] whispercricket has brought KJ up to sleep on [ profile] teinedreugan, since she's too fussy to go down in the cradle.

As the other bedroom door shuts, I hear the context being presented.

(No, I don't know why this CD identifies in those characters. The other one in the set identifies in English. I can't be arsed fixing it.)
kiya: (black heart)
( Sep. 21st, 2009 05:12 pm)
[ profile] suzimoses presented me with a baby alphabet book gift from the pod. I am unspeakably delighted by "X is for xenops". (I think "D" may be for "dinosaur", but the associated cloth animal is unspeakably blodgy. I think perhaps "donkey" would have been a wiser editorial choice.)

KJ has achieved a point of muscle control and neurological development where her top half moves more or less like C-3PO. Still not to the point of reaching for or holding objects, though.

The breast pump intimidates me with all of its glistening clear plastic bits. Need to parse it out to get supply that is not-immediately-me available, also latest round of cluster feeding has left me ... unpleasantly swollen.

Did some work yesterday on the Traveller's Guide project. Which appeared to amuse the current population of the household a lot, as it involved referencing back and forth among a small pile of books, with occasional divergences into Google. (My favorite Google search was the 'try to find original reference for line on this page of this book', search, sole hit ... the Google books entry for that page of the book. Augh. Sorted it out eventually.) For generalised amusement, the section that I was working on is currently entitled "Sidebar: Your Body, Your Selves".

Feeling intensely grateful for the existence of my father as my father. And exhausted unto inarticulacy by dwamas.
kiya: (kj)
( Sep. 14th, 2009 12:02 am)
I'm not overly sure what to write about, honestly. We're still here; KJ's still here. She's been a bit fountainy the last day or so, so maybe a little reflux. No distress, so probably not a stomach bug, just small targetting messes, generally when [ profile] whispercricket picks her up.

My father's up visiting.

I am ... complicated, emotionally, right now, with the full force of all of this. She is a wonderful force, a glorious joy, and completely draining; I barely feel entirely real right now. Which is ... messy, with the depressive tendencies. I'm maybe approaching recovered from the birth; maybe maybe. Bleeding has slowed again. (It did this once before, I did garden work, and promptly started bleeding again. Phooey to that.)

She is holding up her head fairly consistently now when sitting up, though her gross movements are still not entirely under her control. She has not yet successfully pried her ear off, but not for lack of trying.

Also, baby icon exists. See?
kiya: (mama)
( Aug. 3rd, 2009 01:14 pm)
1 August 2009, 11:52 pm: enter KJ, after 48 hours of labor (counting from first real contraction). Non-emergency transfer from home to hospital in order to minimise risks like responsible adults.

[ profile] teinedreugan and [ profile] artan_eter were amazing, [ profile] whispercricket was totally fantastic, and KJ is perfect.

I am tired, but finally coherent enough to try to compose commentary, though I've written and deleted bits of this something like four times, so that's a loose value of 'coherent'.

She weighed 8 pounds 15 ounces at birth, is 21 1/4 inches long, Apgars 8 and 9.

... the hospital that is so neurotic about my mild gluten issues that they won't let [ profile] teinedreugan order a sandwich sent up my lunch with a slice of orange as a garnish. WTF?
I am largely skipping holidayfoo this year, for I am tired and queasy. I called Dad's place to wish him, my brother, my aunt, and my cousins a happy pre-Christmas though, as they are all festive and such.

Talking to my brother, I was informed that my aunt was standing next to him looking fit to snatch the phone from him or possibly explode, so he was going to hand it over so he didn't get hurt.


"Well, nauseous and sleepy...."

We exchanged pleasantries, and eventually got around to:

"So! Do you have anything in particular you want for the baby?!"

"Uh. [Dad's wife] wants to knit a baby blanket, another friend was going to crochet one, I'm set for baby blankets, I don't know!"

"OKAY! I have expertise in having babies, I can come up with something!"

"Well, you certainly have more expertise than I do!"

My aunt is kind of terrifying.

And yes, this is me telling you people that I'm performing R&D for offspring. I know some of you know and some of you suspected and all that good stuff, but we decided we'd tell people around Christmas, and this story was funny enough to hang it on.

Now you know why I don't post anymore. I'm too busy sleeping. Making people is hard work.
kiya: (cult of ecstasy)
( Feb. 13th, 2008 02:06 am)
And now more seriously.

So when the therapist sees the linework on the tattoo, her first comment is 'What do snakes mean to you?' )

    Shed your skin
    Cast off your chains
    Feel the sun upon your face for once
    And wash away the pain
    Shed your skin
    Be who you are
    Unencumbered by the weight
    Of hiding every little scar

-- Assemblage 23, "Skin"
kiya: (bad influence)
( Jul. 3rd, 2007 07:06 pm)
On this day in 1776, my great-etc.-grandfather inaugurated one of the most hallowed American traditions: the Congressional recess for the July Fourth holiday.

(Okay, he may have left on the second, so it may have been on yesterday in 1776. The New York delegation didn't have permission to vote for the Declaration of Independence, and so they went back to get it.)
There's this meme thing going around in which one goes to find one's 42nd LJ post and evaluates it as the meaning of one's life. Mine is a locked thing, which summarises as follows:

While I was figuring out how to properly chronicle some highly involved, affectionate whimsy (involving strange naming practices, randomly brightening the day of a loved one, and silly uses of magic), my brother called me. He wanted to let me know that he and Dad had taken my advice on how to resolve their differences and were hoping to be on better terms henceforth.

That ... sounds about right. (The involved, affectionate whimsy is actually post #41, but it's referenced in post #42, so "While I was being very, very silly, I got a report in on my pastoral counselling" is a fair summary.)

I know I've used that post title before, but I think it's been a couple of years, so I can recycle an old joke. It goes with the mood, which is mostly full of the sort of emotion that's why I made this icon in the first place. I ... can't explain. I mostly just want to chronicle for the record. I will walk alone by the black, muddy river, singing a song of my own; all I wanted was a piece of the night.
kiya: (boggled)
( Mar. 18th, 2007 04:50 pm)
... I'm working through one of the boxes of books that Dad gave me this winterseason, and the handful I just pulled out contained ....

... Tarnsman of Gor.

Well, I suppose I should read at least one of them.

(Update: [ profile] teinedreugan, upon coming home, informs me that that's something he got and put in the box so it'd get catalogued. Not quite so weirded out now. ;) )

(While I'm writing, so as not to keep posting the random stuff on my mind in zillions of tiny posts:

From [ profile] griffen: How To Write A Fugue. A YouTube video. At the very least I'm pretty sure [ profile] jenett and [ profile] hobbitblue need to see this. Music, of course. Hysterical.)
kiya: (fuzzy gears)
( Feb. 5th, 2007 09:26 pm)
So, while waiting for the TiVo to finish recording a bit of Heroes, we are having an extensive discussion of game show probability theory.

(We are so never getting to go on Deal or No Deal.)
So with this impending move thing and various other matters, [ profile] teinedreugan and I are pondering the possibility of doing more of wintersolsticeholidayseason in our own house than we've ever done before. Which means I've been pondering, on and off, traditions and continuity, as those haven't been my responsibility to keep up with while I was still spending that time with my father (and also [ profile] teinedreugan's parents and my mother).

I just posted this to the Cauldron and commented that I now wanted to write about ka symbols, ma'at, and related stuff and would take it to LJ:

    The family tradition that I latched on to hard is that every living thing that spends the winter holidays with the family is remembered -- their name is written on an ornament that goes on the tree. If they visit, those ornaments are reserved for them to put on themselves, otherwise they serve as touchstones to previous instances of the holiday, maintaining those bonds and connections through time. My father's tree has ornaments that include cats who have been dead for over thirty years, his late parents, and so on, in addition to family members, treasured guests, and people who just happened to stay over one night. It's a storehouse of hospitality ties, family bonds, and connections to the echoing resonances of repeated time.

Holidays live in neheh, in repeated, cyclical time; part of the point of holiday rituals and traditions is to make it easier to fit that into the space of the pattern, to bend linear time back into the eternal.

One of the things that struck me about that particular tradition, looking at it now with Kemetic eyes, is how it enshrines ma'at using Assmann's definition ("the force which gathers people together into community"). It establishes the community of those who have shared the dark time of the year with the family, in the family hearthspace -- and here I'm using northern European symbolism and hearkening to northern European guest-law, but that's where my family line draws from, so that is the ka of my ancestors.

And if the ka is the incarnation of the family line, that memorialising, the keeping of the Names of those who have shared that time, draws the kau of those ancestors closer, celebrates the union across the line between the seen and the unseen: we have been here before together. It is not so cold with the family here, with our honored guests, with those we have given hearthpeace to with the sharing of our bread and salt. This is where we came from, and it is implicit in our being here now in the same time, and thus needs to be honored.

The ka symbol is the upraised arms with elbows bent at a right angle; I have it written in this icon. One of the explanations I have seen for this symbol ties in to its possible representation of the soul of the family -- the arms open to hold, to embrace. (There is some interesting iconography playing with the strictures of Egyptian canonical representation -- a parent, arms held upwards in the ka position, with children seated upon his shoulders and upper arms ....)

So I reflect on tradition, and wonder how many names I will need to be prepared for.
Inherited Negotiation, Obligated Commitment )


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