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In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
You Do That Voodoo That You Do So Well
This is what I'm saying: if New Orleans is hit directly by this hurricane, which is what they're now saying will happen, then the Voudon priestesses and the Santeria priests (etc.) need to turn over their voudon creds. Come on. They've kept this below-the-sea level city relatively safe all these years. Let's get that magic goin'. I'm not saying it won't hit New Orleans, but if it does, it'll be substantially weaker. Or else it's going to turn and not bury New Orleans. If your magic can't protect locally, you've got to wonder about it. Of course, other things are at play: global climate change. Plus, it's possible something or someone may have really pissed off Oya (Yoruban goddess of hurricanes and more) or encouraged her unpredictable (at least to us) energy. Of course, I hope it doesn't happen. I haven't been to New Orleans yet. They can't destroy the French Quarter before I actually get to see it. (See, I'm the center of my world—it's all about how it affects moi.)
I am normally a disaster whore. I try to fight it. I try not to turn on the TV during disasters. I think the coverage of 9/11 gave half the world PTSD. And I was one of them. Of course, that was not enjoyable. But some disasters I do actually enjoy. I will admit it.
My name is Kim, and I am a disaster slut.
Mario came into the bedroom this morning after he had been up for a while and whispered in my ear, "Katrina is category five. They say it's going to destroy New Orleans."
"No way," I said. "The goddess won't take out New Orleans. It won't happen."
But I got up and turned on the Weather Channel.
"It's not a real hurricane until I see Anderson Cooper buffetted by the wind," Mario said and he went to make breakfast.
When I went into the kitchen to watch Mario turn over the hash browns and push around the shitake mushrooms browning in the other fry pay, he asked, "So how's the disaster coverage?"
"I've only watched a bit," I said. "Hurricanes are the worst disasters for the entertainment value. Some of the beforehand stuff is interesting. Watching the people prepare is vaguely interesting. But really it's boring. And afterward seeing all these homes destroyed isn't fun at all. Then you just feel bad you were excited by this disaster. Fires are good. Floods are just gross. Tornadoes and big storms are great."
Mario laughed. Yep, he knew then (again) what a sick little puppy he was married to.
I don't enjoy disasters where people are hurt.. I'm not that ghoulish. Watching the 9/11 coverage wasn't fun. And the Oklahoma disaster wasn't fun. But I will admit I get a kick out of watching some natural disasters. Volcanoes. Tornadoes. Fires. Snow storms. What can I say?
I say those of you with a knack for weather talking, get out there and see what you can promise the winds of change to save New Orleans. It'll work. Trust me...
...but recall my track record: I didn't believe the Emperor would be reelected.
May You Conjure in Beauty!
P.S. I'd love to hear what any of you did, conjuring-wise, especially if you're down close to the hurricane where it would probably do more good. 0 commentsAll photographs and written material copyright © 2003-2008 by Kim Antieau unless otherwise indicated. May not be used without permission.
I am normally a disaster whore. I try to fight it. I try not to turn on the TV during disasters. I think the coverage of 9/11 gave half the world PTSD. And I was one of them. Of course, that was not enjoyable. But some disasters I do actually enjoy. I will admit it.
My name is Kim, and I am a disaster slut.
Mario came into the bedroom this morning after he had been up for a while and whispered in my ear, "Katrina is category five. They say it's going to destroy New Orleans."
"No way," I said. "The goddess won't take out New Orleans. It won't happen."
But I got up and turned on the Weather Channel.
"It's not a real hurricane until I see Anderson Cooper buffetted by the wind," Mario said and he went to make breakfast.
When I went into the kitchen to watch Mario turn over the hash browns and push around the shitake mushrooms browning in the other fry pay, he asked, "So how's the disaster coverage?"
"I've only watched a bit," I said. "Hurricanes are the worst disasters for the entertainment value. Some of the beforehand stuff is interesting. Watching the people prepare is vaguely interesting. But really it's boring. And afterward seeing all these homes destroyed isn't fun at all. Then you just feel bad you were excited by this disaster. Fires are good. Floods are just gross. Tornadoes and big storms are great."
Mario laughed. Yep, he knew then (again) what a sick little puppy he was married to.
I don't enjoy disasters where people are hurt.. I'm not that ghoulish. Watching the 9/11 coverage wasn't fun. And the Oklahoma disaster wasn't fun. But I will admit I get a kick out of watching some natural disasters. Volcanoes. Tornadoes. Fires. Snow storms. What can I say?
I say those of you with a knack for weather talking, get out there and see what you can promise the winds of change to save New Orleans. It'll work. Trust me...
...but recall my track record: I didn't believe the Emperor would be reelected.
May You Conjure in Beauty!
P.S. I'd love to hear what any of you did, conjuring-wise, especially if you're down close to the hurricane where it would probably do more good. 0 comments