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Sep. 27th, 2009 02:16 amGah, keep putting off posting. Why? Anyway.
Tuesday night: Met the lead singer of the Flaming Lips. Realized I can name very few Flaming Lips songs. Had lead singer (Wayne Coyne) say to me, "Well you're enthusiastic!" Met another knitter. Bought one drink, bartender bought me another one, random dude who talked to me and Lauren bought me a third. Went to Shawn's, who informed me (the next day) that I "reeked of gin."
Wednesday: Took forever to get home and shower and cover myself in sunscreen and rode the old Raleigh up to Mt. Tabor, an act for which I deserve some sort of award, dammit, because that bike is heavy. Didn't end up in any shots that included a bicycle. Mostly stood around in my underwear. Wayne Coyne gives vague directions. The fake-fur covered ball with the vagina is sorta creepy. Near the end of the day, Rev. Phil announced a naked ride, and off about twenty of us went. Down Mt. Tabor, down Hawthorne, over bridge, Waterfront Park, Steel Bridge, Eastside Esplanade, past OMSI, up Division, then I put on a dress and went home. The usual combination of cheering and waving, a few scandalized people, and cell phone cameras aimed at us. After some hours of standing around a lot, it felt really nice to have the warm sun and wind on my bare skin while riding. Whee!
Thursday: Due to confusing information, myself and Rev. Phil and the knitter Laura rode our bikes to Collins Beach on Sauvie Island. Nobody there! Laura and I knit for a bit while naked, we all go swimming in the Columbia for a bit, I cut my foot and am thankful for last year's tetanus shot. The three of us then ride home. Turns out the video shoot was at Gus Van Sant's property, also on Sauvie Island. Dammit!!
Friday: Nothing much. Came home and used the computer and finally changed clothes before meeting up with Shawn as he got off work.
Today: Talked with covenmates about stuff, talked with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
5minutelimit about Miyata bicycles, went with her to Yard Dogs Road Show, where I ended up standing in the balcony the whole time. It was a good show, but I think I enjoyed them more the last time I saw them, at a much smaller venue. Came home and ate cereal.
So after the retreat in a week, I'm not going to be in EarthenGrove anymore. I've been in the coven since 2001, and for a long time my friends in EG were the center of my social life. But I've missed the last three rituals because of bike-camping stuff, and even when I went it just wasn't a priority the way it used to be. I didn't look forward to it the way I used to, it just felt like an obligation.
I like doing ritual and I'll miss that. I think of myself as an atheist philosophically and a pagan out of habit, which sounds crude but is true. I may attempt to attend ATC festivals here and there, I enjoy them so much.
But as I've pointed out to Shawn, I'm definitely ending a chapter in my life. With the exception of cross-country moves, that kind of thing, life changes are often only noticeable in hindsight, and don't have specific dates. It feels strange to knowingly close a door like that.
Tuesday night: Met the lead singer of the Flaming Lips. Realized I can name very few Flaming Lips songs. Had lead singer (Wayne Coyne) say to me, "Well you're enthusiastic!" Met another knitter. Bought one drink, bartender bought me another one, random dude who talked to me and Lauren bought me a third. Went to Shawn's, who informed me (the next day) that I "reeked of gin."
Wednesday: Took forever to get home and shower and cover myself in sunscreen and rode the old Raleigh up to Mt. Tabor, an act for which I deserve some sort of award, dammit, because that bike is heavy. Didn't end up in any shots that included a bicycle. Mostly stood around in my underwear. Wayne Coyne gives vague directions. The fake-fur covered ball with the vagina is sorta creepy. Near the end of the day, Rev. Phil announced a naked ride, and off about twenty of us went. Down Mt. Tabor, down Hawthorne, over bridge, Waterfront Park, Steel Bridge, Eastside Esplanade, past OMSI, up Division, then I put on a dress and went home. The usual combination of cheering and waving, a few scandalized people, and cell phone cameras aimed at us. After some hours of standing around a lot, it felt really nice to have the warm sun and wind on my bare skin while riding. Whee!
Thursday: Due to confusing information, myself and Rev. Phil and the knitter Laura rode our bikes to Collins Beach on Sauvie Island. Nobody there! Laura and I knit for a bit while naked, we all go swimming in the Columbia for a bit, I cut my foot and am thankful for last year's tetanus shot. The three of us then ride home. Turns out the video shoot was at Gus Van Sant's property, also on Sauvie Island. Dammit!!
Friday: Nothing much. Came home and used the computer and finally changed clothes before meeting up with Shawn as he got off work.
Today: Talked with covenmates about stuff, talked with
5minutelimit about Miyata bicycles, went with her to Yard Dogs Road Show, where I ended up standing in the balcony the whole time. It was a good show, but I think I enjoyed them more the last time I saw them, at a much smaller venue. Came home and ate cereal. So after the retreat in a week, I'm not going to be in EarthenGrove anymore. I've been in the coven since 2001, and for a long time my friends in EG were the center of my social life. But I've missed the last three rituals because of bike-camping stuff, and even when I went it just wasn't a priority the way it used to be. I didn't look forward to it the way I used to, it just felt like an obligation.
I like doing ritual and I'll miss that. I think of myself as an atheist philosophically and a pagan out of habit, which sounds crude but is true. I may attempt to attend ATC festivals here and there, I enjoy them so much.
But as I've pointed out to Shawn, I'm definitely ending a chapter in my life. With the exception of cross-country moves, that kind of thing, life changes are often only noticeable in hindsight, and don't have specific dates. It feels strange to knowingly close a door like that.
