Tuesday, June 04, 2024
New Books from Powell's
During one of my free evenings, I managed to shop at Powell’s Books. I haven’t been to Powell’s in over five years, at least. When I was at Reed, we would have occasional pilgrimages to Powell’s Books; the place seemed larger and more labyrinthine then. We used to just wander through the stacks any which way, and it seemed like there was always hidden treasure on every shelf. This time around I felt a little rushed and presented with more dross. Maybe I’ve gotten more picky.
I purchased a large bag full of mostly science fiction and fantasy, two books on "Magickal Mixology", and two books about medieval cathedrals (research!). Alas, when I got back, I discovered that one of the cathedral books had been cut up a bit by a scapbooking monster previous to selling the book to Powell’s. The fiction books were fine; I managed to pick up “The Calculating Stars,” by Mary Robinette Kowal, which I’ve enjoyed; the cozy “Legends and Lattes” books, which were refreshingly light; a recent-ish anthology of Valdemar short stories, which were diverting; a collection of David Sederis essays, which I haven’t gotten though yet, and some other books in the to-be-read pile. So far the only book I have’t been enchanted with is an anthology of short stories loosely based on Oregon folklore, which was a staff pick, so I’m giving it more of a chance, although it seems to be less “folklore” and more “campfire gothic.”
It’s nice to be reading fiction again—or rather, it’s nice to be reading things that are a bit more current than “Magic’s Pawn,” “War for the Oaks,” “Foundation,” or “Talking to Dragons.” Which I love; but I suspect one reason my writing sounds like it’s from the 1980’s is that I default to older books and stories that are comfortable when I’m not reading more modern works.
Saturday, May 04, 2024
Slow Saturday
Man, I am low-energy/tired today. I'm not sure if it is pollen, or rain and overcast skies, or what. Instead of writing, I really want to take a nap.
The other day Mark opined that I have a lot of books that I don't like and that buying the books is giving money to folks who produce them will only encourage them to write more books that I don't like. This was after I mentioned that it was easier to get through some of Dion Fortune's more turgid prose in the Mystical Qabalah if one read it in a Monty Python accent.
I thought about it some, and concluded that possibly Mark was expressing a desire to hear more about what I found useful, interesting, or entertaining about books read over the last year.
On the Neopagan front, I am looking for rigorous books written by a more priestly Ronald Hutton, or a more scholarly Starhawk, who is writing for a general audience generally, and who might address a cis-gay-male audience specifically (if only because I am a cis-gay-male). Recent books I have read have been more folk-magic/lucky-charms focused than focused on Ritual High Magick as it pertains to a Platonic just life. Insert the speech about diversion, superstition, and habit countered by goals of celebration, communion, and transformation here.
On the fiction front, I've been rereading old favorites more than new releases. For fiction, I suppose I'm looking for the next Ursula Le Guin: she was able to write about social issues with a skillful use of language that rewarded the reader instead of exhausting or depressing the reader (or at least me). I'm thinking perhaps science fiction and fantasy is still recovering from grim-dark dystopia works (and hasn't been helped by COVID and world politics).
...And now, time to nap.
Tuesday, April 30, 2024
Writing and Beltane
Tomorrow is May First, which makes it calendrical Beltane. Since it's a Wednesday, I think we'll wait a few days to when the sun is half-way between the equinox and the solstice to celebrate. Besides, it will probably be raining. Even if Mark won't countenance a bonfire, we can light a bunch of candles in our fire place.
Onto the back-log of unfinished and stalled manuscripts!
Monday, April 29, 2024
Review of “Psychic Witch”
“Psychic Witch” is not a book about starting or working within a group or coven. There are references to Wicca, other Neopaganisms, and ceremonial magick, but the author’s witchcraft is more centered on solitary trance work and folk magic. While the author identifies as a gay man, the subject matter is aimed at a general audience (sorry, no Sex Rituals of Gay Pagan Men here; this isn't a work by Storm Faerywolf).
Books like “Psychic Witch” are often compared to Dion Fortune’s “Mystical Qabbalah,” which is grounded in early 20th century British magical theory and colonialism, or Starhawk’s early works, which are grounded in Goddess-centered alternatives to the patriarchy (and Ronald Reagan). My impression of “Psychic Witch” is that it is an introductory text drawing mostly from later Neopagan (and New Age) authors, such as Raven Silverwolf and Christopher Penczak.
The book’s chapters have a web article feel. Some chants and spells have awkward scansion; but not as egregious as other recent Llewellyn books I’ve read, and at least there’s an attempt at more complex meter. I’m sorry to say that the binding of the softbound Llewellyn edition I purchased was of poor quality and the book began shedding pages after five days of a first reading.
The opening chapters introduce the reader to Auryn’s cosmology. He makes a distinction between psychics who perceive spiritual energy (e.g. through clairvoyance) from the higher self, witches who affect subtle energy (e.g. through casting a spell) via the lower self, and psychic witches who do both (this implies mundanes do neither). There’s a few passages which hand-wave about “discernment” and “energy,” with statements about reality being energy and subtle energy being information. There is also some light review of brainwaves and the pineal gland which make the science fiction writer within me wince. The end thesis is the pineal gland is a psychic Witch Eye which is a key organ for working with and powering magical operations—this is a more focused version of the theory that the chakras are magical energy centers centered over or connected with various endocrine system glands.
Auryn writes, “Magick is the manipulation of subtle energies in a specific manner to influence a desired result.” Although it’s a modern rewording of “actions performed within the astral plane have their effects upon the material plane,” it seems more physics-justified than Aleister Crowley’s definition, “Magick is the Science and Art of causing Change to occur in conformity with Will;” Dion Fortune’s, “Magic is the art of causing changes to occur in consciousness, in conformity with will;” or Starhawk’s combination of “Magic is the art of changing consciousness at will,” and “A spell is a symbolic act done in an altered state of consciousness, in order to cause a desired change.”
While there are some other science and technology references to “downloading (spiritual/psychic) information” elsewhere, for the most part this feels less an attempt to give his system a science pedigree and more an attempt to offer physical, physiological, or cognitive behavioral explanations for why meditation and concentration are foundation skills to build upon. My only critique of using Science Says arguments is that Auryn writes that the subtle energies used in magick cannot be physically measured—which means Science can say nothing about them. Dion Fortune gets around studying the unmeasurable by making a distinction between natural science and occult science. To his merit, Auryn doesn’t use the words quantum or entanglement; although he does use the word fractal in some explainations.
Early chapters focus on various mediation, concentration, affirmation, and visualization techniques. These are used to perform standard grounding and centering exercises from the Western European twentieth century magical tradition. Extrasensory perception is explored with suggestions for seeing auras or hearing spirit allies. Standard purification and shielding techniques are built on top of the development of subtle perception.
Auryn introduces the concept of the triple souls in chapter 6. Drawing from the Irish poem, “The Cauldron of Poesy,” he builds an integrated world and body view. A person has a Higher, Middle, and Lower Self; these in turn are connected to a corresponding Higher, Middle, and Lower (or Under-) Realm. The selves and realms form the underpinning of an introductory text on standard 20th century reincarnation belief. This belief is that the higher self in the higher realm (possibly the astral plane), connects with a lower self (your shadow self or “Sticky self”) from the underworld (with references to Jung, the collective unconscious, “earth energy”, and ancestral memory), to create a temporary physical body, the middle self.
Subsequent chapters explore the lower and higher selves with an aim to connecting with and making conscious the shadow or id elements of the lower self, and with connecting with the true or divine will of the higher self. The ultimate goal is to bring the views of the lower, middle, and higher self into aligned focus and achieve a powerful altered state of conscious. In this exalted state a psychic witch can perform (healing) spells. Auryn pauses a moment to extol readers to act from a place of service and (Starhawkian) power-with instead of power-over.
Chapter ten explores the creation of sacred space, or the magic circle. Chapter eleven introduces the five Platonic elements earth, water, fire, air, and spirt/ether (which Auryn calls “quintessence”). Chapters twelve and thirteen revisit the realms in terms of subtle (unrecordable) energy, and launch into simple astrological meanings of classical planets—the Sun through Saturn. After an introduction to one’s body’s aura, chapter fourteen assembles the concepts of the previous chapters into a technique for mediation/spell casting which starts with a foundation of the physical and works to bring successive selves, bodies, and realms into focus on the same goal.
Chapter fifteen is a series of spells or “magic tricks.” This chapter comes close to “Prosperity Check” territory. While there isn’t a Spell To Get a Parking Spot, there is a “Money Magnet Multiplier” spell which involves drawing the glyph for Jupiter onto a dollar bill during a waxing moon (repeatedly, if necessary). I suppose that this isn’t all that different from complicated sixteenth century spells to summon beings of extraordinary knowledge and ask them, not what the true nature of solar fire (nuclear fusion) is, but rather where the nearest buried treasure lies—or even standard prayers for protection, health, love, and prosperity. While elsewhere Auryn mentions the practical aspect of spells needing the witch to work toward desired results (e.g. hitting the pavement and handing out resumes in addition to staring at a green candle for money), the wheedling charms in this concluding chapter leans toward the more superstitious and self-serving end of folk magic.
As an introductory text, Psychic Witch is a wide-ranging guide for secular-leaning, solitary practitioners new to spell-casting and folk magic (as opposed to, say, someone on the path of a priest or priestess of a Gardnerian Wiccan coven). Its strength is that it starts with basic foundational techniques and instructs the reader to practice, practice, practice.
Tuesday, April 23, 2024
Spring Iris
Monday, April 22, 2024
Agates, Seals, and Florence
Mark is a natural early riser. I pulled myself out of bed at 5 AM and we managed to leave the house a little before 6, just after sunrise. By pre-arrangement, Mark drove, and I napped a little.
I must have misread the tide tables, because at a quarter 'til 8 the tide was much, much higher than I thought it would have been. "You be sure to keep an eye on the ocean," Mark warned. "Don't think I didn't see you last month, standing on a rock, surrounded by water, with a funny look on your face." (Reader, I was in no danger of inundation, and the retreating flow of the ocean around the rock formed a natural deposit of agates and stones of interesting nature.)
When we got to the beach, there were only three or so other folks there, so we could let Aoife off leash while we threw her ball for her and hunted for agates. Sometimes she'll drop her ball on top of an agate, at least for Mark, but this time around we stumbled over two really large ones on our own.
Afterward, Mark wanted to go to the Strawbery Hill park and look for seals. I was hoping that I'd be able to photograph them, but they were mostly in the water. The tide and foam and my far-sightedness made it difficult to zoom in on them with my camera. It was easier to get images of cormorants. I was hoping that I might catch a pelican or two, but they were too far out to get a good likeness. We were in Florence by noon, where we walked along the streets and docks. Florence is a very dog-friendly town, which I hadn't realized until then. That said, Aoife was very leery about going down one ramp. They've made an effort to have interesting art along the paths—an icosahedron caught my eye; I thought it was welded metal, but I think it something else.Monday, April 08, 2024
Oregon's Partial Solar Eclipse
Today I managed to site today’s total solar eclipse. Oregon was outside the path of totality, and Eugene only got about 23.5% sun coverage. I thought this eclipse would be a little like last year’s, which was not very visible through the clouds, but the morning was relatively sunny before the eclipse, so I readied my colander, camera, and tripod with high (or at least higher) hopes.
I set up my portable work desk on the back deck and set things up. I put a solar filter over the lens of my camera. Back in the summer when I bought it, I had a notion that I’d fly east to be in the path of totality. But by the time I got my act together in mid-January and sat down to actually purchase a ticket, they were prohibitively expensive. The filter allows me to get a close-up of the sun’s disk, complete with sunspots.
When the eclipse started, there was a light haze. As the eclipse progressed over the next hour or so, the clouds became thicker. This presented a bit of a challenge, as I had to keep adjusting the exposure time to compensate for changes in the sun’s luminosity. When the cloud cover thickened, I used a longer exposure time; when I used a longer exposure time, the camera was more likely to pick up the scattered light from the clouds. Also, I’m also thinking the filter messed up the sharpness of focus—although I sometimes have difficulty dialing in sharpness of the moon’s features when I’ve extended the lens barrel out all the way.
Between shots I took a look at the sun through some eclipse glasses. I also tried to get a good image of the eclipse through the holes of a colander; I think it would have worked better with more of the sun covered by the moon and less covered by the haze and clouds.
This eclipse was fun, and I remember the eclipse of Friday, August 5, 2017. That eclipse was a party with eggs, bacon, and mimosas. This eclipse was juggled between a kind of early lunch, and various Day Jobbe tasks. The previous eclipse was a family event; this year it was just me (Mark went into work), the dog, and the cats (Aoife did lunge into the camera tripod near the end to harass squirrels). The effects of the eclipse were muted by the clouds, and we weren’t in the path of totality, so there were no amber alerts, shadow bands, or roosting birds.
Shortly after maximum coverage, the clouds thickened and hid most of the rest of the eclipse. I did get a few shots in at the end when the sky cleared some. Of course, as soon as the eclipse was complete, the clouds cleared up and the sky was a deep, clear blue.
Still, it was better than last year’s annular eclipse.
Tuesday, March 19, 2024
Agates, Crossbills, and the Oregon Coast
Aoife came with us. We managed to actually leave before dawn and thus reached the Muriel O. Ponsler Beach about 8:30. This meant that there were virtually no other dogs there, and we could let Aoife be off-leash (there were also no birds or marine life, either). I had brought my camera, but was only slightly tempted to take Yet Another WPA Concrete Bridge In The Mist shot.
High tide was about two hours before our arrival, so we hunted for agates. The weekend was sunny and clear, calm, and warm for a March Oregon Coast day: 65F. The day before had been a high surf advisory; the waves when we were there seemed normal, although a little erratic.Mark is very good at finding all sorts of interesting and unusual rocks in the surf. This time around there was a lot of large, plain basalt; bright red jasper; banded rocks; quartz; and small-to-medium-sized agates. Mark did find a mouse-sized agate. At first I only found jasper, but later on I hung out at the end of a peninsula of basalt where the retreating tide would tumble all sorts of rocks and my agate count went up.
I'd forgotten the Chuck-It. Mark and I had to take turns throwing a ball for Aoife. For about two hours.
Afterward, we went north to Depot Bay in the hope of seeing migrating whales. But we saw neither whales, nor pelicans, nor seal lions, nor coastal eagles. We did see some Crossbills, which we didn't know were Crossbills until we got home and zoomed in on photos I took and saw their crossed beaks (used to extract seeds from pine cones). In addition to wild fauna, I got some photos of Aoife as an "Irish Pit Bull."Monday, March 18, 2024
Pre-Lockdown Throwback
Huh. Four years ago today I shared a joke photo with my co-workers showing a supposed toilet paper roll made out of unmatched socks.
It seems like a lifetime ago.
Saturday, March 16, 2024
Conjunctions and a Rough Week
The skies have cleared up around the 13th, just in time for a conjunction of the Moon with Jupiter, and then a very close pass of the Moon by the Pleiades the next day. "I thought you said they were going to be next to each other," Mark said Thursday night.
"Well, I thought they were," I said. "I guess Earthsky led me on. They're still about as close as they're going to be on this pass."
The next night the Moon was right next to the Pleiades, and I was lucky enough to get some images of them during twilight, when the sky was still bright enough to even out the washing-out effect of an almost-quarter moon. "I thought you said you could see the Moon next to the Pleiades," Mark said when the sky was much darker."Well," I said, "it is. If you put your thumb over the Moon, you can see the Pleiades right over it." Mark likes to be a contrarian when I say that the Moon is next to Jupiter, and Thursday night we had a loud conversation on the deck about how apparently close planets and stars are to each other, how I think it's neat when celestial objects are in conjunction (because it looks cool and doesn't happen every day), and how Mark thinks this is like religion. I suppose on one level it is like religion, in that photographing the sky makes me feel like I'm participating in something larger than myself.
The best thing about the conjunction was that I realized that since we're close enough to the Spring Equinox for me to easily compute the sun's and moon's position on my Portable Stonehenge, I could mark the Pleiades position on the Holes, which, unsurprisingly, is near Aldebaran's position. So I did.Tuesday, March 12, 2024
Graphics and Dreams

The other week I finished up an interweave pattern using the 9-6-9 star pattern from last month. It refreshing to work with stars using a pattern other than a ten-fold one. I held back on my urge to use strongly contrasting colors and managed to come up with a combination that's energetic, but not spastic.
On the dream front I've been having unpleasant dreams over the last week that have me examining issues of trust, duty, authority, power, and artifice. I'm not quite sure what children damaging a wooden play structure with dried out lion's fingers means, but I'm pretty sure that the army of assassin-geishas has something to do with my ambiguous feelings toward drag queens. At the very least, I suppose that it generates some interesting exchanges with ChatGPT.
Tuesday, March 05, 2024
Writing Progress
Sigh. This is what happens when I focus on cool ideas and world-building. Back to the drawing board. I suppose that it counts as writing practice.
Slightly related, I rearranged the paperbacks in my library. I did find a few duplicates and also some hardbacks that I very likely will never read again. Dislodged from the paperbacks were the old blank notebooks I've been filling since 1995. There's fewer than one would think, as it usually takes me about three years to fill one completely. They're interesting as a record of story ideas or of questions I was working through, but I think I would have to index them or at least put their dates on their spines for them to be useful.
Tuesday, February 20, 2024
Be A Writer, It'll Be Fun
I guess I need to just force myself to write short stories based on a modular outline—what my friend Nina calls "roll-ups"—for the next few months just to get started and to have a story with an ending. I'll have to see if I can come up with something other than "quest" or "secret library" or "whiney hero" plots (or "eye-candy" non-plots).
Here; have a recent hummingbird photo.
Sunday, February 18, 2024
Tiling Stars
Getting the stars down on the triangles was simple enough, but it took me a lot of wiggling to get the nine kite-shapes at the top and bottom of the design to look symmetric and not smooshed.
I'll have to see what sorts of patterns will result from right-triangles which form squares instead of hexagons.
Whats fun about this technique is that it allows one to break away from patterns that are hexagon- or square-based.
Saturday, February 10, 2024
When In-laws Turn 90
Probably the best way to describe the gatherings in full force is "a frat party with lots of theatre people." Or possibly a slightly grittier version of backstage at The Muppet Show.
Since there were so many relatives scheduled to attend the fancy birthday lunch, there was a raffle to "sit at the captain's table" with the birthday girl. Since the instructions didn't specify a limit, Mark proceeded to fill out multiple tickets with his name on them. This sparked a loud discussion among his sisters about the interpretation of the rules and whether Mark was stuffing the ballot or not. During this time, The Child (at least) wrote Mark's name on an extra ticket, and somebody else submitted a ticket labeled "Anyone BUT Mark."
When the tickets were drawn, Mark's name was drawn five times (six if you count "Anyone BUT Mark"), and after a consultation, Mark's Mother decreed Mark disqualified.
"I've been sent away!" said Mark, "Banished." Smeagol-like, at the fancy birthday lunch, he sat down at the captain's table and pretended to lick the forks.
The lunch was a hearty Italian meal, with several courses (I had salmon). The strangest aspect of the party was that it was the same venue as Mark's Mother's 70th birthday, but the room seemed smaller somehow. We couldn't figure out if the room had been painted a white back then and that the now red walls made the space seem closer, or if there had been some slight remodeling or additions.
Afterwards, Mark and I took late-afternoon nap; the news of which alarmed one of the precocious young nieces, who firmly announced to her mother that she "did not take naps." We rejoined the family at the Suffern house, which by this time, through the piano magic of one of the nephew-in-laws, had turned into a kind of piano bar with sing-alongs—I don't know what happened, one moment I was chatting in the living room, and then next moment I had a solo singing "Don't Cry For Me, Argentina." The requests poured in—"This Land Is My Land," "Part of Your World," "Under the Sea," "Piano Man," "Bohemian Rhapsody," Scottish ballads— and folks were still singing when we left at midnight.

