Thursday, October 02, 2008

The Tale of Tarénara



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!

d-Moon Clouds



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

This Month's Photo of Chunlin

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:
4-Chunlin I-705

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!

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Subdivision, part 14

I've had a slight change in course since last month. Namely, the cost to reroute the electrical service to the existing house will be reasonable, so we're having it moved.

The electrican installed conduit around the house to the street side yesterday. It may be a month or two before Seattle City Light gets their act together and installs the transformer and other wires from the power lines to the house.

Even though the power lines for the existing house are still crossing the new southern parcel, the city doesn't care that there isn't an easment for them and has approved the subdivision. All that remains is for me to submit the final drawings and pay over a thousand dollars in extra fees.

When I spoke with the surveyor a week or two ago, he said that he'd call me when the drawings were ready for me to pick up. (They can't fold the final drawings, so it would be pricy to mail a rolled-up set.) The surveyor, though, apparently thought I was going to come by to pick them up without further word from him. The drawings have been sitting at their front desk for a while now. I'll collect them tomorrow.

Several weeks ago, DPD sent me a letter stating that if I didn't pay the fees by November, the subdivision would be canceled. I haven't been too hurried to pay, though, since I assume our property taxes will go up once the subdivision takes place, and the taxes are due in October. Also, we won't begin construction till next summer, so what's the hurry?

No Subsidies, No Bailouts

Let failures fail.

'Nuff said.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Consistently Bad

Is there anything more annoying than a double-parked hybrid?

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

Where?

2-Spokane Airport Bloody Mary Map
This map is on signs at the Spokane airport. I'm not sure it shows up anywhere else, but I hope not.

America is big enough that they can find it. Mexico, as well. The others, though. . .

France they miss by a few miles, hitting Switzerland.

They mislabel Britain horribly, pointing at Morroco instead!

The Netherlands they put in southern Belarus. Missed by *that* much.

Sweden they place in the Gulf of Finland in Russian waters.

Now, honestly, did they even try?

Monday, September 08, 2008

Etymologies

Paralympics: "para" being Greek for "beside"; "lympics" being a derivative of most of the name of Mount Olympus. So does that mean that paralympians are always beside Mt Olympus? No?

Metropolis: "metro" being Greek for "mother"; "polis" being Greek for "city." The metro/mother connection makes the term "metrosexual" take on new, clarified meaning for me: men who are trying to be like their mothers. . .

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

This Month's Photo of Chunlin

Here's this month's photo of Chunlin (and Christina) on my calendar at work. From our happy wedding day.

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That was a good day.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Kite Festival 2008

Last weekend, Chunlin and I went to the Long Beach Kite Festival (or rather, the Washington State International Kite Festival in Long Beach). Unlike last year, this time we actually spent the night. We did, however, arrive late Friday night, so we missed that night's fireworks show. Oh well. At least we were on the beach bright and early Saturday morning.
2-Chunlin Kite Festival

Wind was a bit light, but kites were still in the air.
8-Kite Airplane
13-Kite Chains

One guy was flying three kites by himself, and they weren't all the same string like the ones in the photo right above. He was doing tricks with them, too. Apparently he spends a lot of time in Vancouver doing just this. Some people even chipped in to have a bench installed at his favorite location. The bench isn't for him, mind you, but for anyone who wants to watch.
23-Three-Kite Man Harness
One kite is controlled by each hand. The third is on a harness around his waist. A little hip action is all it takes for him to get that third kite to manuever.

21-Three Kites Low
22-Three Kites Sun
24-Three Kites Close

Around noon was the teddy bear drop, where they hoist up teddy bears and their parachutes via a big kite, then release them for randomly chosen kids to catch.
39-Teddy Bear Catch
One catcher, two staff helpers. This girl was one of the few who actually caught her bear.

Afterwards, there was a flat-kite mass ascension, where everybody with a flat kite could fly theirs, with prizes for the prettiest. I didn't pay attention to who won.
47-Sky of Kites
46-Long Beach Flat Kites
45-Checkerboard Kite
51-Fairy Kite
49-Orange Star Kite

In the afternoon, the wind died completely, so we took a walk around town. After clams and ice cream, we headed back to the beach.
63-Long Beach Bike
62-Chunlin Banana

I was reminiscing about building sandcastles, so I decided to build one.
64b-Mark Sand Castle Pack Ch

After a few wave attacks, I had it built out and defended rather well.
65-Mark's Sand Castle
66-Sand Castle Ocean

It didn't look like another wave was coming (we were close to high tide), so we packed up to leave. But then another wave came, so I ran back to take photos. A couple kids went to look at it, too.
68-Sand Castle Kids
70-Mark's Sand Castle Ruins

After a barbecue dinner and some time in the beer garden listening to a live band (mostly '70s covers, so I sang along to some), we headed back to the beach for the fireworks.
73-Long Beach Fireworks Blossom
76-Long Beach Fireworks
80-Long Beach Fireworks Red Blue
81-Long Beach Fireworks Finale
82-Long Beach Fireworks Finale Final

And that was that.

The next morning, it was very windy. And raining. We went to the beach. Sand was blowing northward, leaving dry shadows behind every obstacle. A couple hardy souls were flying kites (great wind!), but we didn't spend much time out there before heading for home.
86-Chunlin Wet Morning
87-Mark Wet Morning Ch

Next year, you should go, too.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Happy Rívorí Day!


Watch out, or Rívorí's gonna getcha!

36-Mt St Helens Crater Ch
(Chunlin's photo)


Run, Chunlin, run! You've made the goddess angry!
39-Chunlin Trail D
(Pedicularis's photo)

100,000 Miles

Friday night, halfway down Highway 107 south of Montesano, my car hit 100,000 miles.

Odometer 99999
Odometer 100000

It's a 1998 Toyota Corolla, but we bought it in 2000 with 26,000-or-so miles on it. That purchase is a story in and of itself, but I won't get into that now.

Ten years, 100,000 miles, 10,000 miles per year, more or less.

We bought it in Pocatello, Idaho. The car's been down the Pacific Coast Highway nearly the length of California. It's been to Victoria and Whistler. It's driven on the beach at Ocean Shores and further north. It's been back to Idaho a couple times. It's hauled kayaks and 24' ladders and downspouts and furniture and cellos and all types of luggage. It's had three out of four fenders replaced. And yes, it's driven the lengths of Washington State Highways 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12 in order.

It's a good car.

42-Car Chunlin Roosevelt Beach

Friday, August 22, 2008

Don't Go Inside

. . . or it may fall on you.

An ice cave collapsed on two teenage boys Thursday, trapping them for hours until rescuers with chain saws managed to cut through large chunks of compact snow and ice to free them. . . . He said one of the mothers told them the two boys had found an ice cave and were posing for a picture about 5 yards inside its mouth when the ice above them crumbled.

Guess what? It's the same ice cave Chunlin and I visited last weekend.
8-Mark Ice Cave Ch
I didn't go inside.
4-Keekwulee Snowfield Chunlin
Neither did Chunlin.

Hopefully tv-watchers will learn from these boys' mistake.

From the PI: "Cowan says search and rescue crews scrambled about 2 to 3 miles from the trailhead to the scene, which is within about two miles of the 3,050-foot summit." If they really want to know, it's only two miles from the trailhead. And the summit they're referring to is Snoqualmie Pass, I believe, which information doesn't really belong in this sentence.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Left-Handedness

A left-handed screwdriver seems impossible, but I could see a left-handed hammer. It's all in the grip, you see?

In other news, the dentist told me I sprained a ligament in my tooth. Take ibuprofen and wait a few weeks.