Perhaps I don't like Obama because of my natural antipathy toward Ivy Leaguers. . .
Friday, October 31, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
If Obama wins the presidency and the Democrats take over a fillibuster-proof majority in Congress, I suspect that they will add at least two seats to the Supreme Court. There's no need to wait for retirements or deaths for the revisionists to get a majority in our highest court.
The number nine is not set in the Constitution, after all. The number of seats is up to Congress. It started with six seats, then gradually increased to ten as the number of lower courts increased. In the 1860s, that connection was tossed and the number of seats went back down to seven. But in 1869, Congress put it to nine, where it has remained ever since.
Franklin Roosevelt tried to add six justices to the Supreme Court, but Congress blocked it. I don't think a President Obama would have such opposition.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
By my calculations, our next sunspot cycle will peak in 2011 with an activity high averaging roughly the same as the cycle that peaked in the late 1940s. That will be stronger than our last cycle, which peaked in 2000. So, no little ice age redux for a while yet. The 2030s might be a little cool, though.
But don't listen to me; my model falls completely apart in 2070.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
September unemployment rates for every state were released yesterday. I drew up a little map so you can see it easier.
Green states have unemployment below 4%.
Olive states have unemployment between 4% and 5%.
Yellow states have unemployment between 5% and 6%.
Maroon states have unemployment between 6% and 7%.
Red states have unemployment between 7% and 8%.
Magenta states have unemployment above 8%.
Happy Holy Day of Rékaré! Rock on.
Many years ago, back in the time when the universe was fresh and new to the gods Who created it, two siblings were born. They are Rékaré, God of Rock, and Rana, Goddess of Clouds. As soon as He could, while He was still quite young, Rékaré set out on His own, to help those who needed His services.
With His faithful servants, Zhokíhoníro and Sarékapohírané, by His side, Rékaré canvassed the earth, defending those whose land was invaded, whose fields were destroyed, and whose cattle were stolen. He quickly became known far and wide as the most even-handed and level-headed god of Them all.
Soon, all He had to do to settle a dispute and send the perpetrators running for the hills was to arrive at the scene of contention wielding His magical sword that Rívorí, Goddess of Wildfire and so much more, had forged for Him in Her deepest volcano. Wherever people want to stake out their land for His protection, they mark it with His symbol, rocks, either in stone columns or as walls. That way, Rékaré will know who deserves His defense.
Eventually, Rékaré returned home. Much to His surprise, He discovered that His sister, Rana, had grown up into the most beautiful, kind, and wonderful woman Who has ever lived. He immediately professed His undying love for Her, but Rana turned Him away, since Their mother, Rakazhazhíní, Goddess of Clean Air, had forbade Rana from going to bed with Rékaré. Furthermore, Rakazhazhíní had already arranged for Rana to marry Korutuzho, God of Agriculture.
Rékaré would not back down easily, however. This was no mere infatuation. To His servant, Zhokíhoníro, Rékaré promised His magical sword, if only Zhokíhoníro could convince Rana to give Herself to Him.
Zhokíhoníro readily agreed. At the gate of Rana’s castle, he was challenged by a guard, but Zhokíhoníro unsheathed Rékaré’s sword, and the guard opened the gate without another word. At Rana’s chambers, Zhokíhoníro spoke eloquently about Rékaré’s wondrous and loving nature. Upon hearing this, Rana readily accepted the proposal, despite Her mother’s arrangement with Korutuzho.
Rana went to Rékaré and fell in love with Him. They enjoyed each other in every way. Alas, She was still betrothed to Korutuzho. Rana and Korutuzho were soon wed, much to Rana’s dismay. At that time, Korutuzho was the King of the Gods, so She certainly had no choice in the matter.
A few months after the wedding, Rana and Rékaré couldn’t contain Themselves any longer. They had to see each other in private once again. Along with His servant, Sarékapohírané, Rékaré crept into Korutuzho’s castle and into Rana’s suite of chambers. He posted Sarékapohírané at the door to warn Them if anyone was coming.
Rékaré and Rana fell into each other’s arms in a passionate embrace. Their love-making continued for hours, with not a moment of slowing. Out in the hall, Sarékapohírané fell asleep.
Around that time, Píríuso, God of the Sun and Korutuzho’s grandson, happened down the hall. Píríuso had long been jealous of Rékaré’s virility and prowess as a warrior. Píríuso heard strange noises coming from within Rana’s chambers. He saw Sarékapohírané, who He recognized as Rékaré’s servant, curled up asleep outside the door. Píríuso hatched a scheme to embarrass Rékaré.
The sun god took an enchanted net and burst into Rana’s bedchamber, tossing the net over the active couple, completely entrapping Them fully intertwined. Rékaré struggled to break free, but He couldn’t move His arms, the net was so tight. Rana pleaded with Píríuso to let Them go, but He refused. Instead, Píríuso called for all the gods to come see the lovers in such a situation.
Everybody came running, but the goddesses deferred upon realizing the situation, staying in the hallway. The gods entered Rana’s bedchamber and burst out laughing at Rékaré and Rana’s condition. Hívo, God of Clean Water, chided Rékaré for not being able to break free from the net. Voro, God of Hearth Fire, commented in a quite over-the-top manner on the beauty and fine figure of Rana, declaring that He wished it was Him stuck in the net with Her, instead of Rékaré. Rékaré asked Voro why then was He staring at Rékaré’s body and not Hers?
Flustered, Voro left the room, just as Korutuzho entered, assisting His frail and elderly father, Sorosotuzho, God of the Atmosphere. Korutuzho, King of the Gods and Rana’s husband, was instantly overcome with rage. He ordered the lovers cut free and for Rékaré to be banished to the far reaches of the world, across the Southern Sea. Píríuso obeyed His father, cutting Them loose.
Upon His release, Rékaré’s first action was to transform His servant, Sarékapohírané, into a rooster, so that he would never again miss the first sight of Píríuso as He guided His sun chariot across the sky. Rékaré then left the land of the gods, as ordered. He longed for Rana, but He knew He couldn’t stay.
Rékaré traveled the southern kingdoms and beyond, never forgetting His love for Rana, but also never forgetting His mission to protect the invaded and guard all borders. He no longer has His magic sword with Him, since He had given it to Zhokíhoníro long ago, so Rékaré wields a club carved from the most dense and heavy rock He could find. He is still feared deeply upon the battlefield by all.
While He was gone, Rana gave birth to twin boys, Ténuzho and Vusuzho. They are as strong and skillful as Their father and as kind and beautiful as Their mother. When Ténuzho and Vusuzho grew old enough, They joined Rékaré on His travels, always fighting steadily at His sides.
Many years later, Rana managed to send a message to Rékaré with the help of Kara, Goddess of Soil. Rana knew She could not chance to see Her lover, but She still requested that He do Her a favor: defend the city of Tolo from invasion. He promptly agreed to do as His love requested. He and His sons raced to the city of Tolo.
On Their way there, Nuvíní, High Goddess of Earth, stopped Them and commanded Rékaré to aid the attackers of Tolo, the Rokíhoans, for they were the true victims in the war. The Toloans had invaded Rokího and stolen their cattle. Rékaré felt compelled to obey the high goddess, but He refused nonetheless. He had given His word to Rana that He would defend Tolo; Rékaré would stop the fighting mortals here and now, no matter what earlier provocations stretched back into history. He would protect the borders of Tolo.
Nuvíní understood, but warned Rékaré that many other gods were siding with the Rokíhoans. He had best be careful.
Rékaré and His sons arrived on the field of battle as the Rokíhoans were streaming forth from their ships. At their lead were Huro, God of Thunder, and Vítí, Goddess of Ice. The Toloans cowered inside their city walls, but Rékaré took a fighting stance, His stone club pointed at the advancing ice goddess.
Ténuzho and Vusuzho screamed battlecries, charging at the giant warrior, Huro. The thunder god swung His magic hammer mightily, but the brothers ducked and weaved, dodging effortlessly. While Huro swung at Vusuzho, Ténuzho lunged with His sword, piercing Huro’s side. The thunder god swiped His hammer at Ténuzho, and Vusuzho stabbed Him in the other side. Soon, Huro bled from a thousand wounds. If He were to continue living, He had no choice but to retreat from the field, which He did.
Meanwhile, the fierce and ruthless Vítí thrust Her enchanted spear at Rékaré. He easily deflected it with His club, but when He swung on attack, Rékaré discovered that Vítí was using the flexible and infinitely strong shield of Sozho, High God of Air. Knowing that He would never be able to land a blow using only His stone club, Rékaré still fought on. He had given His word that He would defend Tolo, and so He would.
Days gave way to fourdays, fourdays gave way to months, months gave way to years, and still the two gods continued to fight. Slowly but surely, Vítí advanced on the city. If only Rékaré had not given His sword to His servant, Zhokíhoníro, so many years ago, He would have easily defeated Vítí, even with Sozho’s shield.
Alas, love had overcome Rékaré when no opponent could. He had parted with His sword so He could be with Rana; He had given His word to defend Tolo because Rana had requested it. His undying love for Rana caused Rékaré to lose a battle for the first time in His life.
Yes, Vítí defeated Rékaré. Yes, Tolo fell to the Rokíhoans. But do not worry, for Rékaré still walks the earth, defending borders and helping those who require His immense skills. He will never lose again. Rékaré is the strongest, most skilled, most loyal, and most loving god in the universe.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Who do you think would win in a football game between the Idaho Vandals and the Carroll Saints (of Helena, Montana)?
Idaho (1-7) is Division I-A (now known as Football Bowl Subdivision) and Carroll (8-0) is in the NAIA. Massey Ratings has them ranked 199 and 184 in the country, respectively. That's the worst FBS team and the best NAIA, supposedly.
Am I allowed to ask why Idaho is in the FBS??
Update: Whoops. As soon as I posted this, I spotted North Texas (also in the FBS) way down at 207. They lost to Rice 77-20! (Which is, by the way, the best Rice's defense has done all season.)
Congratulations, Vandals, you're not the worst in the FBS. . .
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Happy Holy Day of Ríhíví! Be kind to your cats. Be kind to your mother.
Ríhíví is the Goddess of Poisonous Water, because only She is able to use it productively. No other god is as capable or honest as She.
In the early years of the universe, Ríhíví gave birth to the rivers of the world, and then to the seas and oceans. Her husband, Zhaké, God of Rivers, and Her pet cat, Kéva, have always remained at Her side. Kéva birthed the litters at the head of every lineage of cats in the world. Ríhíví and Zhaké have a lasting bond and a strong household, unlike many other divine marriages which are constantly torn by strife.
Ríhíví’s friend Rékaré, God of Rock, is deeply in love with His sister, Rana, Goddess of Clouds, but She is married to Korutuzho, God of Agriculture. In the olden times, Korutuzho ruled the universe and was King of the Gods. Even with the enormous strain of such a responsibility, Korutuzho could have treated Rana with respect and honor, and yet He didn’t. In fact, He barely acknowledged Her existence most of the time.
The mother of Rana and Rékaré, Rakazhazhíní, Goddess of Clean Air, knew of Their love for each other and has forever stood between the clouds and the rock, keeping Them apart. Rékaré grew impatient with this situation and went to Ríhíví for Her assistance.
Ríhíví devised a plan to let the lovers finally meet. At this time, Ríhíví was pregnant with twins: Hívuítoví, Goddess of Rain, and Névazhíno, God of Animals; so She went to Rakazhazhíní and began a discussion on the benefits and challenges of motherhood, a topic which the goddesses had in common. Kéva and several other cats joined Her.
The air goddess became quite interested in the conversation, giving suggestions to Ríhíví on how best to raise Her children-to-be. Ríhíví reminded Her, however, that She already was a mother. To prove this, the water goddess proposed taking the air goddess to the Nízhorosívo River, one of Her strongest children. With a suspicious glance at Rana and Rékaré, Rakazhazhíní followed Ríhíví.
The Nízhorosívo River was overjoyed to see his mother, and so he surged and splashed and snaked, showing off for the goddesses. Kéva and the other cats hid behind Ríhíví to avoid the splashing water. The goddesses could still see Rakazhazhíní’s two children from the Nízhorosívo River, but the air goddess still questioned why Ríhíví had brought Her there.
Ríhíví, who cannot tell a lie, answered truthfully that She wanted to show the air goddess one of Her most accomplished children. Ríhíví then suggested that They travel to meet the largest and most powerful of Her offspring, the Far Western Ocean. Reluctant by interested, Rakazhazhíní went with Her and the cats to the shore of the distant ocean.
Rana and Rékaré were finally alone together, out from the overly watchful eye of the air goddess. The clouds descended to the rock and They cherished Their time together.
While the Far Western Ocean thundered and churned for his mother, Rakazhazhíní asked Ríhíví directly if She had brought Her there so the two lovers could finally be together. The water goddess could not lie, so She remained mute. Rakazhazhíní pressed Her for an answer, but She wouldn’t speak. Kéva and the other cats stood defiantly by Ríhíví’s side.
Eventually, Rakazhazhíní tackled Ríhíví to the ground. Kéva and the pack of cats tried to help, but were ineffectual against the strength of the air goddess. Ríhíví transformed Herself into a lioness, but Rakazhazhíní kept Her pinned to the earth. Ríhíví transformed Herself into a giant fish, but Rakazhazhíní maintained Her hold. Ríhíví transformed Herself into a raging river, but Rakazhazhíní blocked Her flow.
Exhausted and not wanting to endanger Her unborn children by further struggle, Ríhíví relented and admitted Her plan to allow Her friends Rékaré and Rana to be together. Enraged, Rakazhazhíní raced back to Her children, but She was too late. Rékaré and Rana had consummated Their love. Later that year, Rana gave birth to Nuvíní, High Goddess of Earth.
It was soon thereafter that Sozho, High God of Air, rebelled against His father, Korutuzho, in the Great War for control of the universe. Since Nuvíní was the sister of Sozho, Rana feared retribution by Korutuzho and His allies against Her youngest child. Rana therefore entrusted Nuvíní to Ríhíví. Ríhíví promised to protect the child as if She were one of Her own, alongside Hívuítoví and Névazhíno, to whom Ríhíví had given birth shortly before Nuvíní was born.
As the battle raged between the gods, Korutuzho sent His legions of demigods and demons to destroy Nuvíní. The old king’s demigods encircled Ríhíví’s castle, sending wave after wave of attacks. Ríhíví and Her fierce cats repelled them all, protecting the three child-gods. Many cats gave their lives so the young gods might live.
One demigod breached the defenses, entering Ríhíví’s great hall. As He lunged for Nuvíní with His sword, the demigod gave a huge bellow. Ríhíví quickly threw a bucket of poisoned water into His gaping mouth. He swallowed instinctively and immediately keeled over from the poison.
Ríhíví stood over the living but immobile demigod and ripped His beating heart from His chest. She threw it from Her castle’s highest ramparts at Korutuzho’s army, who recoiled from the sight. Knowing their cause to be hopeless, the old king’s demigods and demons retreated. Soon thereafter, Sozho defeated His father and became King of the Gods.
Sozho built a new, grand castle to be the meeting place for all the gods. During winter, the responsibility for tending the fires to keep the giant castle warm fell naturally upon Sozho’s younger brother Voro, God of Hearth Fire. One day shortly after the beginning of the new year, Sozho held a celebration worthy of the gods, celebrating nothing in particular. Late in the evening, Voro fell asleep while He watched the fires. A spark escaped the hearth and ignited a tapestry.
Ríhíví was the first to notice the growing blaze. She immediately grabbed a cauldron of water to douse the flames, but Nokí, Goddess of Food, stopped Her, because Nokí intended to use that water to cook. As the flames spread to the rugs, Ríhíví and Her cats raced to the nearest river to gather water, but Vuzhí, Goddess of Life, stood in Ríhíví’s way. She wouldn’t let the water goddess divert Her child’s flow toward the flames because it will kill the fish swimming in the river.
As the fire turned into a roaring inferno, consuming the tables, chairs, doors, and eating away at the beams holding the castle together, Ríhíví and Her cats ran to a nearby sulfurous spring. None of the gods stopped Her as She and the cats scooped up the undrinkable water and sprayed it over the fire. Kéva and the other cats became a continuous aqueduct from the spring to the castle, swallowing water till they nearly burst then drenching the flames. Some of the bravest cats got too close to the inferno and burned to death, but they saved the castle.
Ríhíví and Her loyal cats stood proudly in the center of the smoldering ashes of the extinguished fire, the castle still standing tall over Her head. The other gods returned to the castle and expressed Their awe and amazement at Ríhíví’s abilities. None of Them were capable of saving the castle. None of Them are strong enough to protect Their homes.
None of Them, that is, except Ríhíví, Goddess of Poisonous Water, Defender of the Defenseless, Teller of Truth, Mistress of the Cats, and Mother to the Gods. Ríhíví is by far the greatest god of Them all.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Once the democrats/socialists/communists solidify control of the U.S. government, they will make some changes to make sure they never lose power again.
Perhaps they'll start by suggesting that North Dakota and South Dakota should merge, in the cause of efficiency, streamlining, and reduction of waste. It may sound like a good idea, but it's the start of a slippery slope. Conservatives would lose two or three electoral votes, as well as seats in Congress.
Then the federal government will merge Montana and Wyoming, and maybe Idaho. Several more conservative electoral votes and congressional seats gone.
Then they'll merge Kansas and Oklahoma together. They'll merge Nebraska with Dakota. Arkansas with Mississippi. Anything to glom the conservatives into larger states that will then have fewer voices in the power of government.
They'll pull a few other tricks, as well. They'll merge Alaska and Hawaii into a new state of Pacific, in which the conservatives of Alaska are overwhelmed by the liberals in Hawaii. They'll merge the District of Columbia with Virginia, to tip that state definitely into the liberal side of things.
Other states, like California and New York, will be divided into two or three because they're just too big for their own good. The new boundaries will be drawn, however, with a close eye to making sure the liberals don't lose control of any of the new creations. More electoral votes for the communists.
Soon, all conservative areas of the country will be lumped together into one massive state with little say in the national government. Power will continue to gravitate toward the presidency, which will forever be in the hands of the power-hungry socialist ruling class.
Until the revolution.
Friday, October 03, 2008
I need to start exercising again to restart the sun's activity.
My previous lull in exercise (and subsequent weight gain) was from '93 to '96, which corresponds to the previous low in the solar cycle.
I stopped exercising regularly in '05, right at the beginning of the current solar activity low. I started running again this week, which can only mean that the sun has bottomed out and will soon start cooking again.
I must not falter. The solar system depends on me.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Today is, of course, the Holy Day of Tarénara, Goddess of Hunting, Lady of the Moon, the Defender, the Embracer, the Pathfinder. Most devout Tarénarans won't celebrate till the full moon in a couple weeks, but today's the official holiday. Hooray!
The beautiful, ever-youthful goddess Tarénara has dedicated Her life to Her obligations of directing the moon and hunters world-wide, and to healing those who are in need. Since with Her obligations, Tarénara has no need for men, She took a vow of chastity. Many demigoddesses admired Her strength, skill, and independence, and so They, too, took vows of chastity. These demigoddesses became known as the Tarénarans.
Although Tarénara is an expert huntress Who never uses more than one arrow to strike down her prey, She also makes a point of caring for injured animals and humans, most particularly young women.
One day, the queen of the distant land of Vékavété called upon Tarénara. The queen's daughter had been possessed by a demon and was dying. Tarénara and Her Tarénarans set out for Vékavété at once.
Despite Their haste, the trip took days upon days, fourdays upon fourdays. Along the way, Tarénara and Her Tarénarans hunted the forests, plains, and deserts, taking only what They needed.
Halfway to Vékavété, Tarénara and Her followers had set up camp in a glade near a clear-running stream. Protected as they were from wayward eyes by the dense foliage, the goddess and Her followers decided to bathe in the stream.
As they splashed and frolicked in the cool, refreshing water, a nearby hunter, named Rékavísoto, happened to hear Their joyous laughter. Although he knew better than to disturb the privacy of women, his lust and desire overcame him. He gathered his hounds and bade them to be quiet while he crept through the brush to get a look at the bathing beauties.
Rékavísoto did not, however, have the hunting skills of Tarénara. He achieved his spectacular view of the goddess and the Tarénarans in all Their glory, but as he stepped forward for an even closer view, Rékavísoto stepped on a twig.
The sharp crack of the twig resonated throughout the forest glade. Tarénara and the demigoddesses spotted Rékavísoto at once. The Tarénarans shrieked and ran for Their clothing. Tarénara, however, stood Her ground, thigh-deep in the water, and cast a spell upon Rékavísoto, transforming him into a stag.
The hunter's hounds smelled the stag and immediately set upon Rékavísoto, thinking him to be prey. Within seconds, Rékavísoto lay dead. Tarénara welcomed his hounds into Her own pack, to live eternally and hunt as long as they so desire.
The Tarénarans were frightened by this ordeal. The most beautiful Tarénaran, Kohísohí, decried the expedition as folly. The world outside Their homeland was too vicious for Them to travel any further, Kohísohí said. She exhorted Tarénara to lead Them all home at once.
Tarénara, however, knew that the princess in Vékavété relied on Her healing skills, and so Tarénara decided without hesitation to continue the mission.
Two days later, They met the giant hunter, Surasaté. Surasaté was the son of Vasataté, God of the Oceans, and was so large that He could wade across the sea with the water only coming up to His chin. He was also a skilled hunter and infatuated with Tarénara.
To prove His prowess and worthiness for the spectacular goddess, Surasaté laid before Tarénara all of His kills from the previous fourday. The mountain of dead animals towered high into the atmosphere, so high that Tarénara's twin brother, Píríuso, God of the Sun, had to redirect His solar chariot so it did not collide with the carcasses.
Tarénara and Her followers expressed disgust at such waste. Not even a giant such as Surasaté could eat the enormous pile of meat before it spoiled. Surasaté had very nearly wiped out the entire animal population of the world. In fact, He had indeed killed the last of the unicorns, exterminating that noble species for the rest of eternity.
Surasaté was not dissuaded by Tarénara's contempt. Overcome by His lust for Tarénara, He forced Himself upon Her. Before Surasaté could spoil Her maidenhood, however, Tarénara and the Tarénarans forced away the giant with a precise rain of arrows.
So that Surasaté would never again affront the natural order of the universe, or Tarénara Herself, the goddess sent a giant scorpion to chase after the demigod hunter. Every day, every year, the scorpion and Surasaté chase each other through Sívorí's domain, neither one gaining or losing ground to the other. Whenever the scorpion rises above the horizon, Surasaté flees from the sky. Whenever the scorpion dives after him, below the horizon, Surasaté rises in the opposite sky.
The very next day, Tarénara and the Tarénarans arrived in Vékavété. The queen guided them to her demon-possessed daughter. Tarénara laid Her hands upon the princess and quickly expelled the demon, which was a friend of Kérasa, High Goddess of Water, and therefore unable to be destroyed by Tarénara. The demon disappeared into the aether, declaring that it would return as soon as Tarénara left Vékavété.
The princess was instantly well. The queen and all of Vékavété heaped praise upon Tarénara, as to be expected. They worshipped Her extensively, building several temples in Her honor.
While Tarénara enjoyed this praise, She longed to return home. The Tarénarans begged for Her to take Them home. While on this mission, She had not been able to guide the moon, and so the world had been in darkness at night for over a month. Furthermore, certainly other maidens and animals required Her aid, but She couldn't leave Vékavété or else Kérasa's demon would return.
Tarénara called the demon to Her and made a deal with it. If it promised to never again possess the princess or anyone else, the citizens of Vékavété would sacrifice four cattle and seven goats to the demon every full moon.
Kérasa's demon gladly agreed to this arrangement. Tarénara returned home from Vékavété, leaving behind a statue of incredible likeness to Her in the grandest of their temples.
Once back to Their homeland, Tarénara and Her followers returned to Their normal lives, guiding the moon, hunting, and caring for those in need, and maintaining Their vows of chastity.
Soon, though, it became apparent that Kohísohí, the most beautiful Tarénaran, had not honored that vow. She was obviously pregnant.
Tarénara demanded to know who the father was. Kohísohí tried to deny Her pregnancy at first, but relented to Tarénara's fury and admitted that She had had a tryst with Sozho, High God of Air.
Outraged at Kohísohí's complete disregard for Her vow, Tarénara transformed the Tarénaran and Her newborn son, Sarakazhé, into bears. Not knowing the way of bears, Kohísohí and Her son did not eat well and were persistently beset upon by coyotes.
Sívorí, Goddess of the Stars, bade Tarénara to take pity on Them, especially Sarakazhé, Who had done nothing wrong. Tarénara reluctantly agreed with Her friend’s advice and cast the mother bear and cub into the night sky, forever to spin together under Sívorí’s watchful eye.
Nightly reminded of Kohísohí's vow-breaking, the remainder of the Tarénarans took heed and thus honor Their vow for all eternity. Hunters from across the lands learn from the giant Surasaté's hubris and kill only the animals they need. Demons still try to hurt humans, but always flee before Tarénara arrives.
Some men have learned from Rékavísoto's mistake, but most still let their lust and desire control them. Ladies, beware all men, for they are deceitful and treacherous. Let the most holy Tarénara, Goddess of Hunting, Lady of the Moon, the Defender, the Pathfinder, the Embracer guide your actions.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Well, September was my quietest month blogging in over three years. I guess I needed a break.
But here we are in October now. Flip the calendars! See the new pretty pictures. In my personalized calendar, here's the October photo of Chunlin:
On the pedestrian bridge over I-705 in Tacoma, walking to the Glass Museum. And then we gorged ourselves at the Melting Pot. Thank you, Mom and Dad!