Traveling

Blogging will be slow this week because M. and I are on the road.

Waiting for Euro-porn

“Euro-porn” is my new cinematic category, although really, it’s just “Gothic” in the 18th-century sense dressed up.

The Da Vinci Code is Euro-porn, of course. It’s got ancient buildings like you won’t find in strip-mall America, secret Catholic societies, and layers of corruption that Karl Rove could only dream of.

Well, there is some of all that in New Mexico, but not so elegantly done.

While you are waiting, watch Brotherhood of the Wolf for a Gothic/Gothique mélange of secret Catholic societies, martial arts, shamanism, a whiff of incest, poison and daggers, lush scenery (Haute Pyrénées), heaving bosoms, galloping horses, Mohawks and French revolutionaries, sailing ships, swordplay, vengeance, corrupt aristocrats, architecture, and wolves. Lots of wolves. And it’s all in French.

And did I mention the sort of Hong Kong-style martial arts combat where the assassin attacking the hero from behind screams, so that the hero will hear him, whirl around, and dispatch him?

You can’t get much more Euro-pornographic than that.

Makstow a pilgrymage heere often?

Geoffrey Chaucer offers pick-up lines for mediaevalists.

Thou lookst so mvch lyk an aungel that the friares haue lefte the roome yn terror!

My Contribution to Reality TV

M. and I watched the PBS living-history show Texas Ranch House, which turned into “MacBeth in West Texas,” as several bloggers noted.

I guess that means that the three Comanches were the three witches.

Afterwards, M. was critiquing some of the gender stereotyping that went on, although to be congruent with its setting year of 1867, there should have been more gender stereotyping.

But I got to thinking: how could we do living history with some non-traditional gender roles? Here are my suggestions, offered freely to the producers of reality TV shows.

1. New England Transcendentalist House. Set about 1840. Everyone, male and female, converses on high-flown topics, writes poetry, and plans utopian communities, although one middle-aged guy does dominate the breakfast conversation.

2. Theosophical House. Filmed in India and set in the 1880s. Everyone reads books on comparative religion, meditates, and gossips about just who is really in touch with the Ascended Masters. Servants do all the work. At times the re-enactors interview pubescent Indian boys to see if any of them might be avatars, especially the cute ones.

3. Peaceful Ancient Matriarchy House. Filmed perhaps in Bulgaria or Ukraine. There is very little conflict, of course, except over the missing bronze mirror and over the cuter adolescent boys. Anthropology grad student Maura Finkelstein from Texas Ranch House reprises her cowgirl role, demonstrating that she can herd cattle as well as any patriarchal, thunder god-worshipping Indo-European.

All the scholarly advisors for Peaceful Ancient Matriarchy House will be hired from the faculty of the California Institute of Integral Studies.

Gnostic-bashing

With The Da Vinci Code movie about to open, the anti-Gnostic reaction is heating up. One Catholic screenwriter-blogger urges her readers to watch the vapid Over the Hedge instead. (It’s an “othercott,” not a boycott.)

This film is based on a book that wears its heresy and blasphemy as a badge of honor, and I intend to stay far away from it.

Gnostic Christianity is taking lot of heat. Some people do want a boycott. Yet more “rebuttal” sites here.

If you read this blog, you know I am Pagan, not Gnostic. Gnosticism has one root in Platonism, granted, but all that Sophia-and-the-Demiurge stuff is not me.

Nevertheless, I would like to point out that the modern Gnostics have a different take on the matter.

In fact, one Gnostic priest has written a “Da Vinci” prayerbook as well as a thoughtful response to the Da Vinci Code hoopla.

M. and I plan to see the film. We tend to avoid animated animals.

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A hare’s breath escape

• I just finished indexing Her Hidden Children, much helped by the fact that I could find search terms by letting Adobe Acrobat search PDF files of all chapters. But before you index a book, you need to strategize about the book’s purpose as well as the reader’s needs, something discussed at this site.

• “Hare’s breath escape” is just one of many “dreadful phrases” collected by Teresa Nielsen Hayden. As she says, most are more common in print than in speech, so why do poor writers mis-see them? See also Egg corns.

• M.J. Rose at Buzz, Balls, and Hype wonders if writers should also be bloggers.

When it comes to writing, the most important job we all have is to write our books. If we don’t put our best effort there we aren’t doing our jobs. No author should sacrifice writing time for blogging time or promotion time if it’s going to weaken the book.

Of course, she’s a novelist–and she blogs.

Don’t get me wrong – there’s nothing wrong with having a blog geared to your peers. I read other authors’ blogs – and enjoy them – but of the dozen or so I frequent – not one has ever convinced me to try that authors’ fiction.

Those blogs aren’t talking to me the reader.

Read it all.

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Pagan Studies Barbie

After Pagan Barbie, why not Grad School Barbie?

Put them together, and you have Pagan Studies Barbie?

Christian mutilation of Pagan inscriptions

Towards an Archaeology of Iconoclasm is an ongoing academic project about early Christian attacks on Pagan art, architecture, and writing. In this example, an athlete’s inscription was attacked.

Now, as mentioned, it’s a different “religion of peace” doing the same things. Sigh.

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The Unsettling Wisdom of Dreams

As some of my readers know, my oldest sister died in February. She was living in Lithuania, and I had not seen her for two years, although we were in touch by letters and email until just a few days before the end.

In fact, one thing keeping me from working more both on this blog and other writing has been my new part-time job as her executor and trustee of her family trust.

Some time in March (I forgot to write it down), I did dream of her. I pay attention to dreams about the recently deceased. There is a special quality to them. At times they seem to carry a definite message from the Other Side.

I tossed a couple such dreams into “Ghosts,” an essay about my parents that I wrote partly to show my creative-nonfiction students that such work could be sold for money.

The dream about my sister, however, was not as clear-cut as those I summarized in “Ghosts.” In it I was following her across down a sidewalk at a small shopping center, carying my cat Victor in my arms. For some reason, I wanted to show him to her.

Today, as the Brits like to say, I’m gobsmacked. I had it all wrong. I thought the dream was about her, but it was not.

It took a message from a friend in Arizona to enlighten me. Her dog may have terminal cancer, and she was talking about how animals will sometimes tell you when it’s time to go.

Victor had been sick in late December, including a Christmas Day visit to the 24-hour emergency vet. Because we could not leave him at home alone, with the cat-sitter dropping by every other day, we canceled our planned trip to Arizona.

In April, his medical problems returned. With him sprawled on the metal table in the examining room, clearly in pain, M. and I made the tough choice between more treatment and euthanasia.

But not until my Arizona friend wrote to me about her dog did I understand the dream from weeks before. It was not just about my late sister.

A month before the vet gave him the injection, I had already carried him in my arms to the Land of the Dead.

Celts, Wine, and the Northern League

Northern Italy’s wine industry may owe its origin to the Celts.

Let’s remember, though, that “Celtic” most accurately describes a group of languages, not an ethnic group.

But this bit caught my eye:

Interest in all things Celtic — from music to mystical rites — took off in northern Italy in the mid 1990s, fanned by the Northern League party which rose to prominence with demands for independence for the north.

It’s eerily parallel to the way that the neo-Confederate League of the South in this country, jumped on the (Anglo-) “Celtic” bandwagon a few years ago. In Italy, however, the Northern League has some degree of political clout.

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