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II. - Valaquenta: Named Gods Working

Wherein the names, aspects and affiliations of the Valar are given, and Melkor discounted from their number.

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Probably going to do the next four scene-setting mini-chapters at once, since they're thematically linked.
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In an attempt to make words happen - and even better, words about elves - I am going to be posting a commentary series whilst reading the Silmarillion. It may not be comprehensable to non-fans, and may additionally contain references to Nerriméan perspectives which will confuse those of you who haven't encountered my deep-elves; you have been warned.

Capitalised Concepts ahoy.


I - Ainulindalë : Gods Singing

Wherin One externalises His thoughts and has them sing a world for Him. Introducing Melkor, who mistakes the harmony of perfection for a really really long Black Metal intro, gets bored of it and attempts to launch into a solo with power chords, thereby dooming Creation.

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Next up, the Valaquenta, then into the Slimarillion proper.

*Tolkien specifically notes that the Valar have gender even when they wear no flesh, so we assume One identifies as and thus is male. Whilst a few Christians are known to believe their God is literally a male entity and the Western gender binary was so entrenched in the era of writing he may have thought Eru had to be one or the other, I think this is JRRT quietly practicing his theory of sub-creation. That is, implying that whilst Eru may be a shade or reflection of Tolkien's own Catholic God, as many a monotheist holds the better aspects of other peoples' gods to be, Eru isn't quite the Infinite/omnipotent and shouldn't be absoloutely equated with It/Him.
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Reckon it's as good a start to the new year as any: brewing tea and covered in lichen.

May the waxing year treat y'all better than you expect and at least as well as you deserve.

...

Dec. 11th, 2014 23:49
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More that needs sayin' than I have words, heart or time.

Goats

Dec. 11th, 2014 22:38
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There wasn't much cardboard available at the time.
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A call for ideas from the structurally-minded: in addition to normal work and a couple of particularly important commissions I have at the moment, I have been tasked with finding some means of creating a giant goat by the 1st of December.

I have access to theoretically unlimited cardboard boxes, rocks and newspaper, also some duct tape, binbags, string, packing foam and bits of wooden pallets. Currently thinking of stacking boxes like the haybales of the Gävle Goat and weighting the bottomost for stability. Good plan? The middle might give me trouble...this thing needs to be light and easily dismantled, but have potential for decoration.
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Back to chest deep in it after a short break to my aunt's (I took many pictures of trees and mist on the slopes, but my aunt has yet to send me them). Still not sleeping/eating properly, which is probably the source of being plagued for the past two days with a sense of being on the verge of a nosebleed and lacking the concentration/will to read. Ah well.

Since this all hinders my ability to work on comissions, I spent this weekend making paper leaves to hang on my decoration-string:


Also magpice:
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Here's betting a 5% lead the other way would have been described as 'sqeaking through'.
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Jubilare has a very eloquent post on writing, tropes, tools and clichés.

I have recently discovered the work of N.I.Maltsev. Good grief. I thought Kay Nielsen was the only one that could inspire that amount of jealous awe, but dude...

Lastly, this song.



It's been a long time since I heard anything so simultaneously foot-stomping, (semi-)comedically horrifically violent and utterly hearbreaking (found by stumbling on this image and going '! ...?').
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Ancient meme found accidentally whilst looking up a limrant. The issues presented here are probably somewhat affected by formulating the last post, so if you asked me, say, this winter, other things (fluffy-twinkle tropical/Disney-bred fey in any and all habitats, for instance, or sexy vampires) would probably edge high enough on the annoyance factor to make it onto this list. At any rate, this is very personal, so Opinion ahoy!

Twelve things I will strive my best never to put in a fantasy novel unless I am trying to undermine or parody them, and in fact could do without entirely from now on:

My 12 )

I am more than happy to have these points queried and/or explain what I might make exceptions for, why they throw me out of a story and/or I would kick myself if I realised I'd added them automatically/without intent to lampoon.

This post brought to you by Mouse Guard - 10) brings all the holes in the worldbuilding to the surface and makes it hard to see the plot - and all the cookies.
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Because it never rains but it hails blood and frogs, a reference post for those who need it right now.

What do you mean 'male priveledge'? You have a job, and I live in a cardboard box in the middle of the road!

Well, congratulations for giving our first example: you get to have the view that your individual circumstances negate your inherent priveledge because society treats men as individuals and women as a kind of general mass, subject to the kind of tokenisim usually affecting minorities. You still have it better than if you were a woman living in a cardboard box in the middle of the road, and if you had a job, it would be more secure and better paid than mine.

Male priveledge is the things you can do in this society, and I cannot.

Like what?

A Selection )

...and many, many more. That's just a selection of the most obvious in the world's least deprived nations. Sometimes, you the guy might experience one or two of these. However, you have the priveledge not to experience all of them, all the time, no breaks, no safe spaces, no holidays.

The thing is, society is made up of everyone. That's you, that's me - that's all men, all women, and the odd hermaphrodite. So you don't get to opt out of social problems.

When they're mostly caused by men, "I'm not one of those doing it" cuts about as much ice as it would from me sitting on a rock smoking a pipe whilst a mob of my people spitroasts your baby cousins. "I'm not one of those doing it, why expect me to do anything just because they might listen to me? Jeez."

Now, if I was a halfway decent person, I might get off my boulder and stand up to keep those remaining infants from the pain and death my tribe decided to visit on them for being there. I wouldn't claim that because I had the habit of sitting facing away from the firepit, heinious things were for sure not happening there. I wouldn't consider simply looking at what was pointed at and considering it could be a real problem for you, rather than immediately, instinctively, coming to my tribe's defense ("It's tradition! Some old guy who probably knows said we've always done it this way! Some of my people get minor burns doing it!") as an amazing act of heroisim, though it would be a good start.

I can't disown my people or shed the genes I was born with, but I can help. Not pick you up and whisk you away to where you can't see the massacre either, not speak for you without listening and get you a pile of corn in place of your cousins, but roll up my sleeves, look upon what my kin have done, and damn well go down there.

Whoever sent you to this post, that's all they're asking of you.


Disclaimer: I am going to get the inevitable slew of 'you're seeing it wrong', 'women oppress women too' and 'right on! - but what about the men? Can we talk about men now?' comments from this, but I am not remotely up to dealing with them at present, so comments will be tackled sporadically if at all. Which doesn't mean - to the leavers of such - that because you can bully me to exhausted silence, that you are right, just that I'm mortal and one person who can't, in fact, make a perfect, immediately world-changing argument for 3 billion people, (or even the few million in the First World).
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...plus a BAR update and a flyer for a Spanish journal soon to be distributing with Oxbow.



I...I just want to know what their Harris Matrices look like...
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...I am being kept up by drunken bagpipers jamming outside...
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Poor Rosa. Cheerful enough one day, gone the next. The Northern winters can be cruel sometimes.
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The next entries cover the main stretch of the trip but are reconstructed from notes since I was that busy Seeing Stuff that I'd be entirely out of go by the time I had a spot to semi-concentrate in.

Calgary and the Rockies )

I have little to say about these days because most of it was 'ooo' and aah' at the views - there are more variations on "mountains" than one might believe in the Rockies, and they are all stunning to look upon.


At the shore of Bow Lake, a rest stop.
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In Calgary, eventually.

Further details on East-side days )

Getting to Calgary was a bit rough, since my mother's abililty to summon roadworks meant we missed our internal flight, but we got on the next one without hassle and eventually found our way to another friend of mum's for the night. She lives with her son's family, but the wife and kids are away so I got the princess bed.
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Typed in similar circumstances to the above entry: I have to eat soon after waking or be siezed with a day's sick-feeling, so I'm coming to enjoy my quiet First Breakfast before the house is awake, watching the light creep in and turn the tall pines from a high mysterious silhouette to a stand of sun-freckled green fronted by birches. I've seen bluejays and turkeys from afar, and some redstart-like thing that moves like a thrush, but the lump of suet set outhas so far failed to attract anything close enough for identifyable inspection.

There was some roadkill awhile back my mum said was a porcupine, but it was pretty flat and her friends didn't stop, so I can't really say I've seen one of those (the sheer amount of splat precluded confusing it with a hedgehog, though, so what the Willamette student from last year was going on about with his 'porcupines all over the streets' in Austria I don't know). Anyway, since last blogging I have briefly visited the Badlands, a weird undulating formation of orange and green clayish ground, failed to make friends with some geese - it was suggested to me that they were Québécquois fois, and would not deign to respond to 'onk onk onk' in English - and spent an afternoon in the bizarrely guard- and postcardless Royal Ontario Museum.

Cut for pictures, since I am inept at image sizing )

Also this. This is the Awesome. )

...by now the house is starting to wake up, so I have forgotten anything else I meant to witter about. More when possible.
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As requested, some bloggery. Staying about 25 minutes out of Toronto, in a house that'd be considered a mansion anywhere in the Old World. It doesn't look much like it did the last time I was here (I was 4) and of course the old folks and the dog are long gone, but I remember the land that counts as 'garden' - a space somewhat larger than the average city park.

I'm up, somewhat sleep-deprived, at 7am local time, trying to keep my tea off all their beautiful things and eating cake because I was told to help myself to food and could not find the bread. Flight in yesterday was unremarkable except for the seat booklet claiming Economy now had "more legroom", which foxed me since posibly the only way to fit a person of my size or over (say, the average Canadian male) in with less would be to assume a foetal position. For 8 hours.

The bilingual labelling of most things here is going to leave me with a mental tic for a bit ("thing! Repeat thing!"), I can tell. It's pretty hot here at present, but very misty. A brief walk in the garden yesterday showed up deer tracks, the smell of several animals I don't know (I suspect the foxlike reek is coyote pee) and all sorts of exotic fungi.

On the theme of exotic, Toronto's suburbs apparently have a huge Indian/Bangladeshi population, which meant the supermarket we visited (the size of a European hypermarket - easily three times the size of the sprawling monstrosity that is Tesco Kirkwall) was absoloutely full of Asian as well as North American foodstuffs I had never seen before. Familiar foods also took a turn for the weird: the default Heinz beans here are alarmingly brown, due to being cooked in brown sugar and bacon fat, with bacon left in. They also sell milk in bags for some mad reason, ice cream in buckets, and chocolate chips in sacks. O_O
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Still miffed that I've not got out on site this year (yet), but the sample processing with the new grid system really is crazy. Anyway, peculiar lack of student minions today and so naturally I find the shiniest thing from the samples so far: three black stone (?jet) beads, about the size of my little-fingernail. Then the county archaeologist walked past and randomly gave me ice cream.

Apologies for lack of comment ability: I am an utterly out of battery animal at present and communication defeats me. Good thoughts to y'all anyway. As always, for more NoB updates, see the site blog.

Huh.

Jun. 26th, 2013 17:41
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It shows how little news really does get over the Atlantic that I didn't hear about Senator Davis' 13-hour stand (literally) against the State of Texas until this afternoon. Reckon there are some American heroes left after all.
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