Isomeme's Journal

Contact updates

2009-11-12T17:27:04Z

I'm phasing out my old email and cell number. The correct email is cdberry@gmail.com; the correct phone number starts with 310-2. If you have a different email address for me, please replace it with the correct one. If you need my new phone number, contact me directly to get it. Both of the old versions will stop working within three months.

Also, most of my personal blogging is now being done on my facebook account.

Things that make you go "hm"

2009-06-11T20:39:12Z

Life imitates, um, art.

Art under construction

2009-06-05T17:02:37Z

Art under construction
Originally uploaded by craigdberry

I figure Art Nouveau will be constructed a little further down the block.

Mixcoatl

2009-06-05T00:18:04Z

Mixcoatl
Originally uploaded by craigdberry

Mixcoatl was an Aztec deity, the father (according to some versions of the story) of Quetzalcoatl. The word literally means "cloud snake". Here's Mixcoatl dancing with Coyolxahqui, the goddess of the Moon, over Westwood.

Way to go, GLBT community

2009-05-27T17:08:28Z

Last night belladonna93 got stuck in a massive anti-prop-8-ruling protest on her way home. It took her more than an hour and a great deal of frustration and anxiety to work her way through blocked-off-streets, crowds of protesters, and jammed traffic. The same thing happened to me twice in the week following the passage of Proposition 8.

I'm all for civil disobedience and nonviolent protest. But may I point out that the communities where these protests have been happening -- Westwood, West Hollywood, and Hollywood -- are precisely the communities with the strongest support for (and largest population of) GLBT people in Southern California? I would be extremely surprised if more than 5% of those inconvenienced by these protests favored Proposition 8.

So what we had here was a bunch of protesters disrupting the lives of their own community members, and of their most ardent supporters, to protest a decision made by a small group of judges who live in and around Sacramento, 400 miles to the north. The net outcome for me was that I had a brief urge to support Proposition 8 just to avoid rewarding stupid and rude behavior. Is that really the PR result the community wants?

Some days I really don't get people at all.

Phew

2009-05-26T22:16:18Z

I mentioned in my post earlier today that my EGC crown disappeared at some point during preparations for the wedding I performed last Saturday morning. To my great relief, the staff at the Grove found it and is holding it for me. I can't help wondering if it's the strangest item ever to land in their lost and found box. :)

Through the craziness

2009-05-26T17:46:57Z

Wow, it's been quite a while since my last post. LJ seems to be a cyclical thing with me; I'll post and read very actively for a month or two, then take a few weeks off. I should gather stats on my posting and see if it matches one of the biorhythm curves or something. :)

For the last two weeks, I actually have a good excuse for not having posted: I haven't had five spare minutes the whole time. The weekend before last,

belladonna93 and I flew to Las Vegas for a mini-vacation to celebrate her birthday. We had a wonderful time; the highlights were a lovely dinner at Postrio in the Venetian, and a visit to the Bodies exhibition in the Luxor. I recommend the latter very highly to all of my friends who are at least slightly morbid and not excessively squeamish...which is pretty much the same as saying "all my friends" without further qualification.

The only disappointment of the trip was finding that, as z111 had warned me, the Luxor has embarked on a campaign of systematic de-Egyptian-ification. Many of the things I remember from my last visit several years ago -- gift shops stocked with interesting pseudo-artifacts, an exhibit of actual Egyptian relics, cheesy but fun Egyptian naming and decor -- are gone or much reduced. Apparently management has concluded that middle America doesn't want to stay at a middle-eastern themed hotel. That makes me so sad, frustrated, and disgusted I had to force myself to stop thinking about it in order to enjoy my stay there.

On Sunday afternoon belladonna93 flew home, and I changed gears from vacation to episcopal mode. First, on Sunday evening I attended a Gnostic Mass at AHBH Camp, where I supervise several members of the clergy. Celebrating Mass in a cramped living-room temple made me nostalgic for the olden times; watching the officiants having to move the font back and forth to make room for ritual activities quickly tempered that nostalgia. The Mass was rightly performed with joy and beauty; my thanks and congratulations to the Mass team and the whole AHBH crew for what they're accomplishing in Las Vegas!

On Monday Sister C. and I discussed preparations for the wedding, and visited the site where the ceremony was to occur. I'd kept the whole day free, but it turned out only a couple of hours were needed for preparations and nothing else emerged to fill my remaining time during the day, so I spent a few relaxing hours reading. Ah, luxury. Then it was out to a Nepalese dinner with a few of the AHBH members on the way to the airport, and back to Los Angeles.

There followed a crammed week of long days at work, fully booked evenings, and (around the edges of those) trying to prepare for a double-whammy Memorial Day weekend. On Friday evening, I flew back up to Vegas to perform C and J's wedding. The ceremony was held in a beautiful outdoor location on Saturday morning, and despite a few minor glitches -- most notably the truly mysterious disappearance of my EGC crown, which seems to have evaporated into the ether on the way to the wedding -- everything went beautifully. z111 and I officiated as Priest and Priestess in a modified version of sabazius_x and Helena's wedding ceremony, done stand-alone rather than as part of a Mass. The funniest moment was when the very young and very terrified ringbearer came up the aisle, got within about ten feet of his intended position, then panicked and ran past us and out into the very large expanse of grass behind us. He stopped about 50 feet away. It took us a minute or two to coax him back into place.

Following a really pleasant reception and a quick tapas stop with z111 , it was back to the airport for an afternoon flight to LA, where I was due to join the Kaaba Colloquium already in progress. I took a taxi from LAX to the conference hotel, arriving exactly in time to join the team for the Saturday debrief dinner. We spent a couple of hours at that, then drove over to Star Sapphire Lodge for the reception, which I barely remember because I was hitting the wall hard by that point. To say that I slept well that evening is a considerable understatement.

Before I knew it, my alarm was beeping Sunday morning, and it was time to get up and prepare for my four Kaaba presentations -- three of them before lunch. Whee. Fortunately, coffee reached my synapses in the nick of time, and all of my presentations went well. As usual, "The Creepy Guy" was the big hit. It's not necessarily the title I'd prefer to have associated with my name, but that's show biz.

Then it was another debrief dinner, then back over to SSL for a lovely Mass, followed by another definitve hitting of the wall, and a trip back to the hotel and my bed that I made largely in my sleep, so far as I can tell. Monday was much more relaxed -- no public speaking! No ritual lines to do from memory! -- but still intense, as the Kaaba team spent the whole day discussing the outcome of our "Kaaba 3.0" dual-tracking approach and made plans for future Kaaba topics and locations.

You know you're leading a busy life when you go to bed on the Monday of Memorial Day weekend thinking "Oh thank God, I can go to work tomorrow and relax a little."

Piglet flu and Star Sapphire...oh my!

2009-04-27T16:54:46Z

I came down with the flu last Wednesday. Given all the news coverage, it's hard not to think "OMG swine flu!", but I'm reasonably sure it's just regular old flu. I'm calling it "piglet flu" -- like swine flu, only smaller.

My recovery process was not helped by the fact that I had about 14 hours of continuous work to do on Saturday, as we installed the new Master at Star Sapphire Lodge. I can sometimes make a deal with my body where I fake being well for a day or so, with the accumulated sickness debt coming due when I'm done. I pulled off that trick on Saturday, thank goodness, but oh boy, was there a high balance due come Sunday.

However, the event was well worth it. The Lodge was jammed, with just about all the locals as well as a healthy contingent from Orange County in attendance. We used a further-modified version of Fr. Dionysus's adaptation of a Masonic Lodge Master installation ritual, which is like a candy store for us ritual pomp-and-circumstance fans. There were tears, laughter, and love in overwhelming abundance. I think we got this thing started just right.

Now I'm back at work, sniffling, achey, tired...and smiling. That works for me.

You'll either convert or have a seizure

2009-04-21T20:26:45Z

A post on a web-design-related mailing list to which I subscribe pointed out this site for an ecumenical Christian group. It has the distinction of featuring the most spastic, overdone, unintentionally amusing Flash intro I've ever seen -- and that's a pretty high bar. Enjoy. I'm not responsible for any unwelcome neurological effects.

Star Sapphire

2009-04-20T23:31:05Z

Omnia in Duos: Duo in Unum.

So we will go no more a-roving

2009-03-30T17:26:30Z

Yesterday we held a memorial Gnostic Mass and celebration for Lauri at Blue Horizon Oasis. The warmth and energy (and just the sheer number of people there) were amazing. Thank you to everyone who helped see her off right.

Many of those in attendance never knew Lauri in her prime, but a few old Baphomet Lodge hands were there, which made for a lot of wistful story telling, to each other and to those who wanted to hear us old farts carrying on about the golden age. I brought along some of Lauri's things, which we laid out on a small memorial altar. One of these was her Deacon book from the early 90s, which included lists of Mass attendees which further fueled the nostalgia. Another item on the altar was her original Priestess sword, an antique Spanish cavalry sword with a sheath that was in bad shape when she got it, and progressively fell to pieces as she used it. The last several inches of the blade now show through a gap in the leather.

All of this put me in mind of my favorite Byron poem, which I dedicate to Lauri, to z111 , to leroy484 , to solis93 , to Helena, to sabazius_x , and to everyone else who was there back when everything was new.

So we will go no more a-roving
Lord Byron

So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears the sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
and the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we will go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.

Onward

2009-03-11T19:57:09Z

Thank you, everyone who has contacted me regarding Lauri's death. It's amazing how much all the love and support have helped me and madelineusher . I don't know what I did to deserve a circle of friends like you all, but I'm very glad I did it.

Life is starting to return to normal, despite surreal moments intruding now and then. This weekend I will be traveling to Salem to help present an OTO Advanced Initiator Training session, which seemed impossible a few days ago, but sounds quite good right now. A change of scenery and seeing some distant friends will be very good for me, I think.

Memento Vivere

2009-03-03T21:33:00Z

News about this is spreading, and many kind and considerate people aren't sure how much they can discuss without my permission. So, for them as well as those who may not yet have heard: My wife Lauri, laurellady on LJ, died two days ago on Sunday March 1. My daughter madelineusher and I are being supported by dozens of friends and loved ones, to whom I am incredibly grateful.

The title of this post, "Memento Vivere", was Lauri's motto in the fraternal order Ordo Templi Orientis. It means "Remember to Live", and I am sure that is the message she would want to send to all of you.

No

2009-02-19T20:11:03Z

Well, there goes the morale booster I've been counting on. This announcement was just posted on the YesWorld site:

February 19, 2009 - In the Present Tour Cancelled

The “In The Present Tour,” featuring Yes’ Steve Howe, Chris Squire and Alan White, is cancelling the remaining scheduled shows.

Chris underwent surgery on his leg on February 11, 2009. The operation was successful and Chris is on his way to a full recovery. However, Chris has been advised by his physician that he needs a one month rest period, hence the reason for the cancellation of the rest of the tour dates.

As previously stated, Chris and the rest of the band wishes to apologize for any inconvenience that this might have caused to their fans and hopes to see them again soon.

I was really really really looking forward to the 2/27 show in LA. Rats. :(

Thanks a lot, Pan

2009-02-19T18:09:45Z

My daughter madelineusher , who spends a lot more time exploring this system of tubes than I do, clued me in to this article on nine real-life mad scientists. Our old pal Jack Parsons is number eight -- second in the article, as they're counting down. Given it's a humor piece, they don't do a bad job of summing up his life, despite little goofs like saying Parsons practiced "the Thelema". The other eight mad scientists also make for fun reading. Enjoy.

Wilshire morning

2009-02-10T17:49:58Z

wilshire_morning_20090210
Originally uploaded by craigdberry

Looking northeast down Wilshire from the corner of Westholme at around 9 this morning. This was one of those cold crisp sunny LA winter mornings that I love so much. My little apartment building is behind the building on the far right, by the way.

Meet the new boss

2009-02-09T21:23:50Z

Same as the old boss.

Oh no, the pods got me!

2009-02-05T23:01:34Z

I can't believe I'm about to write this, but I find myself agreeing with the Republicans on the stimulus package. It's filled with funding which has no credible link to immediate economic stimulus. I mean, sure, virtually any money the government spends will create jobs, but that argument is disingenuous. Programs like alternative energy research, however much I may support them, belong in a different bill. The tactic of cramming pet programs into a "must pass" mega-bill disgusted me when Republicans were doing it, and it's only fair to be disgusted now that the Democrats are doing it.

Sometimes I hate politics. Those times being days with Y in them. :P

If

2009-02-02T20:22:30Z

Many of my friends need this poem right now. Hang in there...I love you all.

Moon, meet Venus

2009-01-30T17:55:32Z

moon_venus_20090129
Originally uploaded by craigdberry

The moon and Venus about four degrees apart in the evening sky. This was taken last night (2009/01/29) with my G1 phone's camera, and I haven't done any image enhancement work on it. You can see a little jiggle from the long exposure, but overall I'm amazed this came out so well.

2/3 of a Ramone

2009-01-30T17:30:13Z

I have, after only four decades of procrastination, started learning to play the guitar. I can currently play a somewhat adequate E chord, and a really crappy, buzzing, unreliable A. When I perfect these two and add a third, I will be able to play every song the Ramones ever recorded, and indeed about half of the entire body of popular music. In entirely related news, the fingertips of my left hand hurt, except for the index finger, which has gone numb. You'd think I would have built up calluses from all the typing I do.

My life of late has been absurdly busy, accounting in part for my absence from LJ. (In part, because I also just felt like taking an LJ vacation.) The biggest current news is that I am about to have three housemates -- the residents of Hazard House will be living with me for a few months while they prepare and execute various new plans. This will be fun; I haven't had friends living within walking distance (much less shout-down-the-hall distance) in many years.

G1 phone update

2009-01-09T22:17:37Z

I've had my G1 (aka the "Google phone") for a couple of months now. I promised various people I would provide an update on how it's working out.

Short answer: I can't imagine how life existed on this planet before this device was available. :)

This is the first PDA-phone I've ever owned, so perhaps I'm easily impressed. But both the range of features offered and the slickness of their integration are astonishing. Cruising along PCH (in the passenger seat) using the GPS map integration to find an obscure turnoff two weekends ago was a great example of the transcendent geeky glory of this phone.

My one criticism is that the battery life is awful. I only get around two or three hours of use out of it, and even sitting idle it lasts only a day or so. With my particular usage pattern this isn't usually a problem, but it nearly bit me at LAX over the holidays, when an unexpected delay had me away from a charger for many hours, during which I had to trade lots of phone calls, emails, and texts. I came disturbingly close to running out of power.

Oh, and my darling daughter madelineusher is not quite as pleased as I am...but she has the developer model of the phone, so perhaps that explains the difference.

Brain teaser, driving me nuts

2009-01-09T19:48:33Z

Okay, I need help from all my fellow math geeks with an apparent paradox. I'll lay out the puzzle without presenting my analysis; I want to see what other people do with it first.

Suppose you and I play a game. I will flip a fair coin repeatedly until it comes up tails. Call the number of heads I get before that tails N. Thus, N is greater than or equal to zero. I do this series of tosses out of your view, and then (also out of your view) put money in two boxes. In one box, I put 3^N (3 to the Nth power) dollars. In the other, I put 3^N+1 dollars. So, for example, if N=2 (I got two heads followed by a tails), one box has 3²=9 dollars, and one has 3³=27 dollars.

Having done all this, I put the two closed boxes in front of you and invite you to choose one to look inside. You pick one, and see some amount of money in that box. I then invite you to either take that, or take the contents of the other box (whatever they might be) instead.

What is your best strategy, and why?

I can has TV

2008-12-30T18:24:09Z

My strategy worked; yesterday I staged a raid on Circuit City's post-Christmas-we're-so-desperate sale, and was practically paid to haul away a modest but quite adequate HDTV. I hadn't realized how bad the old set had gotten until I saw the new one...no wonder I never watched TV, as it was effectively invisible toward the end of the previous set's life.

This morning, I nearly managed to convince myself that calling Time Warner about upgrading to HDTV service would be too much of a hassle, and that said service would probably be too expensive anyway. I finally decided it was worth a try, especially given how quiet things are at work today. In ten minutes flat I had an HD set-top box order in place, ready to be picked up this evening (though I probably won't actually pick it up until Friday). And the price? Nothing up front, and an extra buck a month on my bill. Recessions do have their up sides. They're even throwing in a free HDMI cable for no obvious reason; the website says they don't do that. I'm certainly not going to object.

One happy result of all this is that movie nights at Tonatemocalli will resume sometime in January. And this time you'll be able to see the movies as well as hear them. :)

Deus ad machina

2008-12-22T18:08:25Z

The lovely and wonderful sesa777 took me to see the revival tour production of "Jesus Christ Superstar" yesterday evening. I was very happy to accept her invitation, but also a little worried; the only other live performance of JCS I've ever seen was rewritten to be more Fundie-friendly, featuring such innovations as a troupe of demonettes tempting Judas at each of his spiritual crises, and (best of all) Jesus levitating off the cross at the end. The latter made me and laurellady laugh out loud, which earned us glares from about a hundred nearby audience members. But I'm sorry...simultaneously ruining the dramatic punch of the end of the play and contradicting Christian doctrine, while you can almost hear the squeak of the pulleys hauling JC into the rafters...that, my friends, is comedy.

Well, last night was one for two. No demonettes, thank goodness, but Our Savior Ted Neely drifted up off the cross at the end. Then an image of the Shroud of Turin was projected onto a scrim. How you get a shroud if the Son of Man goes airborne on Good Friday is a question beyond my theological skill to answer.

Speaking of Ted Neely, he can still belt out a tune, but I'm not sure the world is ready for Geriatric Jesus. I kept expecting him to say "Oy gevalt, again with the Romans." The rest of the cast was pretty good; I was especially taken by Herod, who managed to out-camp the movie version with a samba-influenced, flounce-and-bitch interpretation of his big number. Pilate conveyed uncertainty, empathy, and scorn, sometimes all in one line, which is quite an impressive trick. And Mary Magdalene had a sweet, pure voice, marred only by a tendency to swallow the ends of lines.

All in all, it was a good show and a fun evening. I just wish I could sneak backstage and cut the ascension wires before the next performance.

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