So this week in honour of Samhain we’re going to be having a bumper Pagan Friday!
Part One: Reflections on the Past Year
I’ve grown more in this year than any other in my life, I’m glad that this time last year I was in a happy place- I knew that the Gods were going to pick away and take that from me, and they did.
In the last year I have:
Kissed sixteen men, done four shows, directed three shows, made countless friends, been in two relationships, been to two funerals, visited hospital twice, needed an ambulance once, been mistaken for a teacher three times, had one incident of Self Harm, drunk one third of a bottle of red wine, had my heart broken twice, had over three hundred stage kisses, cried uncontrollably in the drama office twice, watched three people vomit, applied for twenty three jobs, been rejected…
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Seafaring is one of the world’s oldest occupations, so it is only natural that in times where inexplicable events have happened, superstitions have played a major role in providing reasons for their occurrence.
The uncontrollable nature of the sea has given way to many a nautical lore, each one as curious as the next. So plunge in if you dare, and discover 13 common sailor superstitions.
1. No Bananas On Board
Aside from their peels causing many comedians to trip and fall down, bananas have long been thought to bring bad luck, especially on ships. At the height of the trading empire between Spain and the Caribbean in the 1700’s, most cases of disappearing ships happened to be carrying a cargo of bananas at the time.
Coincidence? Perhaps. Another theory suggests that because bananas spoiled so quickly, transporters had to get to their destination much quicker. Fisherman thus never caught anything…
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J.T. Petty is one of my favorite filmmakers, especially among those working at the horror end of the spectrum. The Burrowers is a particularly well-done take on Lovecraftian horrors emerging during the “wild west” era of U.S. history.
His latest effort, Hellbenders, appears about as profanely humorous as one might hope for a take on the exorcism genre. Looking forward to it.
I grind coffee in the dark while my family sleeps. This is my routine.
In this ritual with splashing water and spoons, I sift the inner recesses for inspiration. If the Archives are chronicles of the everyday, what does the muse have for this morning?
All is well. There is half and half in the refrigerator, this summer’s mango harvest is stacked in the freezer. Life is stocked. But this morning draws a blank.
Until that ever-so-quiet whisper. Read the Jan Frazier…
Gifted to me two months ago, and still yet to be read, the ebook “Opening the Door – Jan Frazier Teachings on Awakening” was finally unearthed from my neglected email inbox last night.
Following a lead this morning – what the heck – I open the PDF and find it randomly positioned to page 16. What follows are some excerpts from the chapter “Where is…
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Play some good music and watch at the same time.
After a few weekends away from Providence, it was such a treat to attend the Lippitt Park Farmer’s Market this morning. Strolling in the sun surrounded by Providence’s youngest inhabitants, their hip parents, friendly dogs of all shapes and sizes sniffing their hello’s, and local vendors offering up fresh veggies, fruits, flowers, homemade granola, applesauce, locally caught seafood, handcrafted jewelry and art always reminds me how much I love this little community of mine. The East Side really is a special place. An added bonus? Today also turned out to be Providence’s Summit Music Festival, with big white tents housing sit-down service for a pop-up sandwich hut (how adorable are the recycled bottle flower arrangements?), craft tables, and a performance by one of my favorite local bands, The Ricecakes. Lucky me!
“We are you. We are the madness that lurks within you all, begging to be free at every moment in your deepest animal mind. We are what you hide from in your beds every night. We are what you sedate into silence and paralysis when you go to the nocturnal haven where we cannot tread.” ~ The Russian Sleep Experiment (Creepypasta)
Hackaday readers may remember a whistle detection device that I [limpkin] designed some time ago. As [Kevin] saw the new Staff roll call, he discovered this project and wanted to make his version of it.
In contrast with the original Whistled where all the signal processing is done in an ARM Cortex m4 microcontroler, [Kevin] uses discrete components, operational amplifiers and an Arduino Uno to detect someone’s whistle. In his video (embedded below), he goes into great lengths to explain how his circuit works along with the theory behind it. In his setup, his microphone’s signal is amplified, passed through a 1KHz-3KHz passive band-pass filter to a non-inverting amplifier with a 1000x gain (!) and finally to a voltage comparator. The Arduino measures the frequency of the signal coming out from the comparator and triggers a relay if the whistle is a ramp-up / ramp-down.
If you want to make…
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I couldn’t resist, he to cute.
“A Sunday well-spent brings a week of content.”
I had intended to come up with something fabulous for today’s blog. But the truth is all I can think about is making a pot of tea, cracking my knuckles, and sitting down to work on my pirates and fairies story.
It’s one of my favourite things to do – to wander off into my imagination and see what unfolds as I greet my characters and find out what they’ve been up to in my absence.
And I know they’ve been busy!
So this morning I’m giving myself the gift of a few hours of uninterrupted writing. I hope you understand…
Don’t forget to meet me back here tomorrow – ready for the first installment of my Working To Create Positive Change program. It’s going to be wonderful. 🙂
But until then, I hope you find a little time to work towards…
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