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The flight out was fairly uneventful; I actually had a row of seats all to myself, which made it much easier to stretch out and nap. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brooksmoses wasn't at the gate when I got there, so I wandered around a bit and got the aforementioned milkshake.
We spent a few days being sort of amiably in the same place, with a few bits of intermittent drama and occasional bouts of actual planning, which included me going through the schedule for PantheaCon and trying to figure out what I wanted to go to. I made Soup one night, with lots of mushrooms of varieties of sorts. I finished a six of the WIP and sent it, with a little contemplation of the book on grievous bodily harm that they gave me for my birthday (I was poisoning my characters again).
brooksmoses stashed me in Feldman's (a used book store) while he went to a counseling appointment; this is always dangerous. I picked up a couple of books by Malidoma Patrice Somé and some other things (including a dumpling cookbook in the hopes of adding some variety to my 'stuff wrapped in dough' culinary urges). Then he dropped me off at the con.
While blundering about, I encounteredrmjwell doing a round of people-watching, and we discussed various things before I went off in search of the sign-in and the loo. I was not entirely certain that I was successfully registered; neither were they. We sorted it out eventually. I blundered about for a bit, then went to a panel on altar construction which was fairly interesting (not least because one of the people attending was one of those people who pings my "Hello, interesting" vibe-meter in a good way, who I did not successfully speak to all weekend. We nodded amiably at each other whenever we passed each other, though). I came out of the meditation there with an idea for a statue of Set and Herw-Wr.
I was going to go to either Luisah Teish's concert or the Spirituality of Birth workshop after dinner (which was pizza snagged from the cheapo buffet that was set up for the con), but decided that I couldn't deal. I'd spotted signs for the HON hospitality suite and Loren Davidson's concert the next day, and so after a while I wandered up to the suite level. While pottering about waiting for people to be set up, I encountered the fellow with the ambrosial booze, who offered me a swig.
I wandered into the HON suite and exchanged greetings, including offering the well-wishings thaticed_spice asked me to deliver. Discussion was wide-ranging; we discussed statue-making and music and Netjer and life. I believe I made their Nisut quite happy by caring about Khnemu; apparently folks who chat with Him (as much as He chats with folks, at least) aren't terribly common. Eventually (after getting a schedule-resolution phone call from suzimoses and otherwise having my trousers vibrate) I took my leave and went downstairs to meet brooksmoses and go home.
I was going to be going to the booksale at eleven rather than any of the panels, except that I was feeling worn-out and sort of stressed and like hiding in a corner Friday night (because my hormones love me and because being out in public for a long time is sort of hellish), so we decided against. Which was a good thing, because drama for breakfast, but that worked out mostly okay eventually.
I desperately wanted to be atlysana's Children of Darker Gods panel, which was moved to Sunday rather abruptly and at the last moment, to the same time as the HON Senut panel. Well, fuck, I wanted to go to that too. Bugger. I wandered the dealer's room for a while; always dangerous.
At 3:30 I wandered into Loren's Beach Party Concert and stuck around for the music (and bought his CD, what the hell, hey?). Loren describes himself as being midway between Jimmy Buffett and Oak, Ash, and Thorn. It was awfully amusing, overall, even if a lot of people did get vigorously pegged by the beach balls. ;)
At that point I went and lurked and had dinner (pizza); I wandered up to the HON party a little later for a while, before going to the panel listed as 'Mysteries of the Dark Goddess', which was about Valkyries. And which included a semi-guided meditation which had me come up with that image of Set hitting on them. :}
Then was the drum circle. I wrote about the drum circle; I don't think I could do it justice with anything additional. I wound up sitting next to a woman with what looked like a doumbek. I asked what her drum was; she said it was a doumbek. Fancy that. It was wheel-thrown in thick pottery, and glazed blue and purple. An utterly gorgeous instrument, with equally gorgeous sound. Still want one.
I left the drum circle because I realised it was after the timebrooksmoses was going to be there to get me.
Got there at eleven to get tolysana's panel. Which was interesting. (And I got additional mileage out of the jackaled joke -- "I'm being jackaled lately. It's like being hounded, but with extra Anubis.") I'm not sure if that was where I got notions of how I want to put together my ancestor shrine, but I'm pretty sure I got them somewhere around the weekend.
Still grumpy at the scheduling people who made me miss the Senut discussion. Gromph.
Went to the discussion of Dionysian ritual in ancient Greece after lunch (I think I got a croissant from the pizza line). The presenter seemed fairly nervous, actually. He'd meant to put together a Dionysus-specific handout for us but came down with the flu; he gave us a generic Hellenic ritual structure flyer instead. (keshwyn, I still have it around here somewhere, if you want it for contemplation of your own rituals.) I spoke to him a little afterwards about compare and contrast between Greek city-state festivals and Egyptian city festivals as well as the rolling beauty fo the Greek language.
I was going to stay after that for the Haitian Orthodox Vodou discussion which was in the same room, but my extroversion points were running really low at that point. I ran into one of the HON folks and got to ask him if he thought drumming was a Set thing before I went to hide, though.
Come dinner I said "fuck pizza, fuck croissants" and took myself to one of the hotel restaurants for a very good steak and some nice wine. Spent a while wandering and talking to people until nine, at which point I went and attended Elfwreck's Discordian ritual.
Got home from ritual, read some stuff on usenet that completely splattered my ritual high, got terribly grumpy and mindbogglingly depressed for a while; got better.
brooksmoses and I have been having issues and drama for a while; we spent a fair amount of time before I had to go home talking about said issues and trying to resolve drama. I think we may have gotten ourselves a bit back on track for now, and that's a Good Thing. There's stuff in there that's fairly difficult for me to deal with, but that's a known thing. And we got to cook together, which was a good thing.
I got to have lunch withfyrekat and someone whose name I've entirely lost on Tuesday. We went and she politely intorduced me to a variety of sushi. Unfortunately, I hit the beginning of the hormonally induced digestive distress about midway through lunch, which sort of ruined portions of my appetite. :/ She gave me some really spectacular incense in a very nifty bottle, which I managed to transport home safely inside my drum. (The bottle's fine and nothing spilled.)
suzimoses and I had a very nice and satisfying conspiracy, whose results have not yet borne visible fruit.
- marinade construction: soy sauce and oil, about half and half; add a spoonful of cornstarch or flour to thicken. Ginger, scallions, garlic also possible.
- meat: chicken or flank steak. Chicken to be cut into roughly cubical chunks. Flank steak cut in half or thirds more or less along the grain and from there into strips. Into marinade. Stir occasionally so the meat is well coated. Marinating for a very long time is, of course, best, but not overly plausible when one decides that it's time to do dinner at seven-thirty so why don't we do some stir-fry?
- vegetable material: at least two colours, preferably more. Peppers an aid in this. I commonly use peppers (bell and hot), scallions, ginger, garlic, mushrooms, water chestnuts, snow peas, probably stuff I'm forgetting; other plausible suggestions are corn (baby or sliced off the cob), beans, broccoli, tofu, onions. Many things are possible; I've used canned peach slices, too. Dad has used cashews when I was forbidden peanuts, but it's really not the same. Experimentation a plus. Hoisin sauce also a plus.
- Veggies are sufficiently cooked when the green ones turn BRIGHT GREEN. Meat is sufficiently cooked when it's cooked.
- With rice. Also tea.
I'm almost certainly forgetting something important. Ah well. ;)
brooksmoses wasn't at the gate when I got there, so I wandered around a bit and got the aforementioned milkshake.We spent a few days being sort of amiably in the same place, with a few bits of intermittent drama and occasional bouts of actual planning, which included me going through the schedule for PantheaCon and trying to figure out what I wanted to go to. I made Soup one night, with lots of mushrooms of varieties of sorts. I finished a six of the WIP and sent it, with a little contemplation of the book on grievous bodily harm that they gave me for my birthday (I was poisoning my characters again).
brooksmoses stashed me in Feldman's (a used book store) while he went to a counseling appointment; this is always dangerous. I picked up a couple of books by Malidoma Patrice Somé and some other things (including a dumpling cookbook in the hopes of adding some variety to my 'stuff wrapped in dough' culinary urges). Then he dropped me off at the con.While blundering about, I encountered
rmjwell doing a round of people-watching, and we discussed various things before I went off in search of the sign-in and the loo. I was not entirely certain that I was successfully registered; neither were they. We sorted it out eventually. I blundered about for a bit, then went to a panel on altar construction which was fairly interesting (not least because one of the people attending was one of those people who pings my "Hello, interesting" vibe-meter in a good way, who I did not successfully speak to all weekend. We nodded amiably at each other whenever we passed each other, though). I came out of the meditation there with an idea for a statue of Set and Herw-Wr.I was going to go to either Luisah Teish's concert or the Spirituality of Birth workshop after dinner (which was pizza snagged from the cheapo buffet that was set up for the con), but decided that I couldn't deal. I'd spotted signs for the HON hospitality suite and Loren Davidson's concert the next day, and so after a while I wandered up to the suite level. While pottering about waiting for people to be set up, I encountered the fellow with the ambrosial booze, who offered me a swig.
I wandered into the HON suite and exchanged greetings, including offering the well-wishings that
iced_spice asked me to deliver. Discussion was wide-ranging; we discussed statue-making and music and Netjer and life. I believe I made their Nisut quite happy by caring about Khnemu; apparently folks who chat with Him (as much as He chats with folks, at least) aren't terribly common. Eventually (after getting a schedule-resolution phone call from suzimoses and otherwise having my trousers vibrate) I took my leave and went downstairs to meet brooksmoses and go home.I was going to be going to the booksale at eleven rather than any of the panels, except that I was feeling worn-out and sort of stressed and like hiding in a corner Friday night (because my hormones love me and because being out in public for a long time is sort of hellish), so we decided against. Which was a good thing, because drama for breakfast, but that worked out mostly okay eventually.
I desperately wanted to be at
lysana's Children of Darker Gods panel, which was moved to Sunday rather abruptly and at the last moment, to the same time as the HON Senut panel. Well, fuck, I wanted to go to that too. Bugger. I wandered the dealer's room for a while; always dangerous.At 3:30 I wandered into Loren's Beach Party Concert and stuck around for the music (and bought his CD, what the hell, hey?). Loren describes himself as being midway between Jimmy Buffett and Oak, Ash, and Thorn. It was awfully amusing, overall, even if a lot of people did get vigorously pegged by the beach balls. ;)
At that point I went and lurked and had dinner (pizza); I wandered up to the HON party a little later for a while, before going to the panel listed as 'Mysteries of the Dark Goddess', which was about Valkyries. And which included a semi-guided meditation which had me come up with that image of Set hitting on them. :}
Then was the drum circle. I wrote about the drum circle; I don't think I could do it justice with anything additional. I wound up sitting next to a woman with what looked like a doumbek. I asked what her drum was; she said it was a doumbek. Fancy that. It was wheel-thrown in thick pottery, and glazed blue and purple. An utterly gorgeous instrument, with equally gorgeous sound. Still want one.
I left the drum circle because I realised it was after the time
brooksmoses was going to be there to get me.Got there at eleven to get to
lysana's panel. Which was interesting. (And I got additional mileage out of the jackaled joke -- "I'm being jackaled lately. It's like being hounded, but with extra Anubis.") I'm not sure if that was where I got notions of how I want to put together my ancestor shrine, but I'm pretty sure I got them somewhere around the weekend.Still grumpy at the scheduling people who made me miss the Senut discussion. Gromph.
Went to the discussion of Dionysian ritual in ancient Greece after lunch (I think I got a croissant from the pizza line). The presenter seemed fairly nervous, actually. He'd meant to put together a Dionysus-specific handout for us but came down with the flu; he gave us a generic Hellenic ritual structure flyer instead. (
keshwyn, I still have it around here somewhere, if you want it for contemplation of your own rituals.) I spoke to him a little afterwards about compare and contrast between Greek city-state festivals and Egyptian city festivals as well as the rolling beauty fo the Greek language.I was going to stay after that for the Haitian Orthodox Vodou discussion which was in the same room, but my extroversion points were running really low at that point. I ran into one of the HON folks and got to ask him if he thought drumming was a Set thing before I went to hide, though.
Come dinner I said "fuck pizza, fuck croissants" and took myself to one of the hotel restaurants for a very good steak and some nice wine. Spent a while wandering and talking to people until nine, at which point I went and attended Elfwreck's Discordian ritual.
Got home from ritual, read some stuff on usenet that completely splattered my ritual high, got terribly grumpy and mindbogglingly depressed for a while; got better.
brooksmoses and I have been having issues and drama for a while; we spent a fair amount of time before I had to go home talking about said issues and trying to resolve drama. I think we may have gotten ourselves a bit back on track for now, and that's a Good Thing. There's stuff in there that's fairly difficult for me to deal with, but that's a known thing. And we got to cook together, which was a good thing.I got to have lunch with
fyrekat and someone whose name I've entirely lost on Tuesday. We went and she politely intorduced me to a variety of sushi. Unfortunately, I hit the beginning of the hormonally induced digestive distress about midway through lunch, which sort of ruined portions of my appetite. :/ She gave me some really spectacular incense in a very nifty bottle, which I managed to transport home safely inside my drum. (The bottle's fine and nothing spilled.)suzimoses and I had a very nice and satisfying conspiracy, whose results have not yet borne visible fruit.- Drum: made from half a large gourd, with a brightly tie-dyed head.
Khepri pendant: a little smaller than the rest of my religious confusion, but very handsome.
Drinking horn with engravings: gift for
teinedreugan.Green velvet patchwork skirt: because I could. And is pretty. And is not pants.
Various books, including one for
brooksmoses.Several oils: lavendar essential oil, a lotus perfume, and something labelled Set oil which is quite strong of course.
A black and gold stone sphere: for Yinepu.
Loren's CD.
- marinade construction: soy sauce and oil, about half and half; add a spoonful of cornstarch or flour to thicken. Ginger, scallions, garlic also possible.
- meat: chicken or flank steak. Chicken to be cut into roughly cubical chunks. Flank steak cut in half or thirds more or less along the grain and from there into strips. Into marinade. Stir occasionally so the meat is well coated. Marinating for a very long time is, of course, best, but not overly plausible when one decides that it's time to do dinner at seven-thirty so why don't we do some stir-fry?
- vegetable material: at least two colours, preferably more. Peppers an aid in this. I commonly use peppers (bell and hot), scallions, ginger, garlic, mushrooms, water chestnuts, snow peas, probably stuff I'm forgetting; other plausible suggestions are corn (baby or sliced off the cob), beans, broccoli, tofu, onions. Many things are possible; I've used canned peach slices, too. Dad has used cashews when I was forbidden peanuts, but it's really not the same. Experimentation a plus. Hoisin sauce also a plus.
- Veggies are sufficiently cooked when the green ones turn BRIGHT GREEN. Meat is sufficiently cooked when it's cooked.
- With rice. Also tea.
I'm almost certainly forgetting something important. Ah well. ;)
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It was a good con, and I was happy to meet all of you. :)
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Khnum has always been one of the Names that has interested me the most, but He doesn't seem all that interested in me. ;) Not that I've ever attempted to make contact with Him, but all the Netjeru that I do interact with are ones who have dropped me a line first. Loved reading your account of PantheaCon! I very, very much want to go someday.
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I gather you didn't make His acquaintance under the tutelage of Mrs. Holdahl, eh? (Is she still at RM?)
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Ha! Yes, Mrs. Holdahl is still there, although I never took a class with her; music (Madrigals, Music Theory, IB HL Music) was always my thing. :)
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I like Khnum a lot. It's good to have someone to work with (or Someone to work with) who's just willing to be there and work on their own thing in the same time-place-headspace. Companionship and shared craft.
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Does there exist chance that flyer could get copied/scanned/otherwise forwarded? I can provide snail mail address if scan-and-email isn't likely. Have always kinda liked Greek pantheon, and Dionysus particularly.
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Yes, I'd like to see the flyer please. :) I thought that skirt looked new, but I wasn't sure. You have such a weird collection of clothing which I occasionally augment.
This sounds like a Con I might enjoy. Hrm. Will have to consider it for next year. :)