thothmes: SG-1 in party hats with cake etc., Happy Birthday (Happy Birthday - Early Team)
A very happy birthday to [personal profile] aurora_novarum, and many happy returns of the day! Persuant to that, the following conversation took place today yesterday:

Me: Muuuuuse! Ohhhh, Muuuuuuuuuse!

Muse: Oh, Zeus, Amon, and Odin! Not you again! Can't you leave me alone?

Me: But it's [personal profile] aurora_novarum's birthday.

Muse: Yes...

Me: And you wouldn't work with me for the past few birthdays that have come up, and I was hoping that-

Muse: [looking about with an expression of discontent, tapping one toe] I don't see any hekatombs. Do you see any hekatombs?

Me: Well, I thought those were only for the Olympian gods, and besides, these days most people don't have that many head of cattle, and -

Muse: [with a flounce] You obviously don't care enough to deserve my attention just now, and if I sense that you feel that way, any help I'd give you would just be one-dimensional and thinly plotted. Don't think I haven't noticed that you live within a half mile along the road to a dairy farm in both directions! You could get enough cattle to sacrifice if you really cared!

Me: But the farmers need the milk from those cows for their livelihood, and they are sweet, friendly dish-faced creatures, who look curiously at me and -

Muse: Talk to the pen! I am soooo outta here!

Me: [sigh!]

Aurora, you write lovely, clever, very, very amusing stories, you share interesting and think-y meta, and I hope that other people with better behaved muses will be giving you lots of lovely thoughtful gen fics to celebrate the day.


And on a different note:

I live in Vermont on a two lane rural highway between small towns. The town I pay taxes to has a population of about 900 souls. Now I am not surprised that I can see the doorway of my brother's Greenwich Village apartment on Google Street View. Manhattan is the center of a world-renowned metropolitan area. But my little house? If you position the little yellow figure right, you can see the post my husband was installing back in the summer of 2009 to corral stacked firewood, and the ladder that he'd left out that he was using on the project. You can see my teenage daughter's bike leaning on the door jamb of one of the garage doors. And you can tell (if you know your cars) what make, model, and color of car I drive, because the door to my bay was open, although my husband's side was closed. You can tell we have satellite. You can see how the front garden was doing. It all just seems... a bit creepy. My grown daughter and college-age son are delighted. They can catch a glimpse of home whenever they want, just fire up Google Maps, and hey presto! the Old Homestead. I feel like although Big Brother probably isn't watching yet, Little Brother certainly is!

p.s. I am very amused by the way that the spellchecker can't really deal with "Google", and its first suggestion is "Go ogle". Different. Verrry different.


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A Few Words From The Wise

Speak to him, for there is none born wise.
-The Maxims of Ptahotep

In mourning or rejoicing, be not far from me.
- an Ancient Egyptian Love Song

But your embraces
alone give life to my heart
may Amun give me what I have found
for all eternity.
-Love Songs of the New Kingdom, Song #2

To Know the Dark

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is travelled by dark feet and dark wings.
-Wendell Berry

Up in the morning's no for me,
Up in the morning early;
When a' the hills are covered wi' snaw,
I'm sure it's winter fairly.
-Robert Burns

Visit to the Hermit Ts'ui

Moss covered paths between scarlet peonies,
Pale jade mountains fill your rustic windows.
I envy you, drunk with flowers,
Butterflies swirling in your dreams.
-Ch'ien Ch'i

Mistress of high achievement, O lady Truth,
do not let my understanding stumble
across some jagged falsehood.

Every Gaudy colour
Is a bit of truth.
-Nathalia Crane

I counted two-and-twenty stenches,
All well defined, and several stinks.
-Samuel Coleridge