Gimme, gimme, gimme!

I’ve been in the zone of asking people for money recently, so I’m going to do an ask roundup here.

  • Support The Wild Hunt.  For one, it’s my dream job.  How many people get to say that?  How many can actually support their families while doing their dream job?  Okay, I’m not one of the latter, I still consider it an honor and a privilege to cover Pagan stories of note for the only site that tries to do so without sensationalizing our religions.  This is the convergence of two extremely important, yet independent, rights listed in the first amendment of the US Constitution:  freedom of the press and freedom of religion.  The same internet which has destroyed the business model for all news outlets and gutted journalistic excellence has made it possible for our news to be covered with class and tact.  Click the pic, donate something.  If it’s two cents, that’s fine by me; I need not ever know.  If you’re Pagan, support Pagan journalism by donating today, because the fund drive is running out soon.
  • Movember-Campaign-Support-Icon-Mo-BlackSupport men’s health.  I had a mustache which has been called “epic” at least once.  I shaved it because a friend told me he couldn’t imagine me doing so.  It wasn’t a dare or a challenge, but I realized he was right, so I shaved it.  I’ve had some pressure to grow it back, and we are heading towards Movember, when men the world over grow their mo to raise money for men’s health.  As it happens, I also have a friend recently diagnosed with penile cancer, so not only am I going to regrow my ‘stache, I’m going to dedicate it to him.  This pitch is a bit of a tease, because you can’t donate until November 1 (I think, but feel free to try), so feel free to sign yourselves up if you’re chomping at the bit.  And just to be clear, there is some kind of potential benefit for me personally:  if I raise enough money, I think someone will send me a razor or maybe some other manly knickknacks.  I’m a little nervous that they’ll all be sports-themed, or be emblazoned with Mallard ducks.  Even if you don’t donate, following along might be fun because you’ll see daily pictures of my growing efforts.  Mind you, the last time I did this I still looked like I had stapled a dead caterpillar to my lip by month’s end, and it didn’t look really amazing for another couple of months, but you never know what my body might be capable of this time around.  Click the pic if you think dudes getting cancer in their junk is horrible.
  • Support this cat we found.  We started by just calling him Somebody, and posted info about this bedraggled, declawed, neutered boy who showed up in our yard, skinny as death and desperate to come inside.  After we confirmed he doesn’t have kitty-contagions, we brought him in and dubbed him Kapoios, which is Greek for “somebody.”  He’s gotten $500 in dental care including 5 extractions, and his presence has busted our food and litter budget.  The other cats really aren’t too keen about having him around, but he’s very good with humans.  Might need to find him another forever home, but we will take care of him unless and until that happens, no matter the cost.  We think he may have been abandoned by college students or his human died, but all we are sure of is that we haven’t found anybody who is looking for Somebody.  Click the pic if you love cats and the people who care about them.

That’s my gimme roundup.  Have at it, generous people.

To Poseidon

Originally posted on Magick From Scratch:To Blue-haired Poseidon I call Earth-shaker, Sea-Ruler, Olympian Father of thundering horse-hooves Bringer of crashing waves To Poseidon the Host, I call Your halls have housed many guests: Aphrodite Who grew to fair womanhood in the belly of Tethys Dionysos Who fled there from murderous wrath To remember himself…


I’m going to put it out there:  I suck at hospitality.  Even for a modern person, I am not the ideal.  I barely remember to bring a gift when I’m staying at someone’s house, or wine to offer with dinner.  I don’t like unexpected guests, and sometimes even dread the expected ones, or at least I do in anticipation.  Xenia, the relationship between host and guest, is not exemplified by my behavior.  In that way, I’m probably a bad Hellenist.

2015-09-28 15.26.44Yesterday, we had a shabby visitor.  He first tried to jump into my wife’s car as she left for work, then made an impression on each other person in the household as they went outside.  Our first impression, mostly from body language, was that this old cat was female, and extremely friendly.  She would go to any human she noticed, and was particularly interested in coming through the door into the house.  She made an impression on the two cats who sometimes go out; the adventurous boy regarded her with suspicion, and the cautious girl, our senior queen, was miffed that this interloper had taken her favorite place underneath the bushes, and refused to go outside at all.

This cat had large mats of ungroomed fur, drooled enough to make it obvious there were problems with her teeth, has a ring of displaced fur where a collar had been, and we later discovered she’s been declawed.  It was obvious that she was an inside cat, used to human company, and that she couldn’t survive long without help.  Whether she had been separated from her humans by accident or design, we couldn’t tell.  What we could tell was her incredible affection, particularly a desire to crawl into any lap that held still long enough.

2015-09-28 15.04.55Her reluctance to eat dry food — unadulterated kitty crack, terrible for them but universally accepted — proved to me that this girl had some mouth problems.  We gave her wet food, and left the porch open overnight.  I don’t think she went in except when someone was there, at least until it started raining.  I was set on bringing her to the SPCA, but a small voice encouraged me to call our vet instead.  That was a good move, as they have an animals-in-crisis fund, and agreed to check her out and provide some treatment in return for a donation to the fund.

We learned that we were wrong about her gender, and I started switching to “he,” although my sense is that this cat is transgender or intersex, so another pronoun entirely might be more appropriate.  His age could not be determined, because the infection in his mouth is bad, so bad that it was the only fuss he made to keep hands away from there.  This from a cat that allows people to pet his fur-mats, and walked into a cat carrier simply because I put it down in front of him with the door open.  It must really hurt in there.  The vet dosed him with antibiotics, dewormer, flea prevention (he didn’t seem to have any, which says something), and a rabies shot.

After talking to my wife, and confirming that we cannot afford another cat, we agreed to have this guy tested for FIV and feline leukemia, because if he has either of those, he’s a danger to our animals and has to be brought to the no-kill shelter.  If those come back negative, we might take him in anyway, even though we’re not sure how we will pay the $400-500 it will cost to get his mouth back into shape.  I’ve started a GoFundMe campaign and the kitty launched his own Tumblr, and the outpouring of support has been truly heartwarming.

At that point, my wife turned to me and said, “He doesn’t have only one eye, but don’t the gods disguise themselves to test hospitality?”  I’m no Heathen, but I understood perfectly.  Perhaps there is hope for me embracing xenia, after all.

If he stays, I may name him Somebody, as a subtle homage to the far-traveling Odysseus.

Let’s Disenchant the World! Part 1

This is a long read, but a calm and careful look at a part of the atheist-vs-polytheist debates which are again running rampant.

And back to our regularly scheduled beatings. Because if if you believe in the Gods as discrete, individual beings, you’re a shithead who needs to top focusing on such stupid ideas. That’s right, it’s Halstead time again! This time we’ll be looking at his article: The Disenchantment of Hard Polytheism This is the third in […]

This guy

  Pictured handing weapons and helms to a mother and son, he was quite an interesting part of a local demo on Greco-Roman life.  I particularly like how he explained the collection of sweat from virile men to use as medicine, and then compared it to blood transfusions instead of mocking their primitive ways.