More pharmaceutical company/researcher dancing.
New job for both myself and Mr. TF,
work related drama,
spiritual related tiffs
more Pagan drama,
truck issues (again, or still?)
So lots to blog about but not much mental bandwidth to get there.
Our camping trip was amazing. We met some people, including someone (who shall remain nameless) that I never in my wildest dreams would have imagined meeting at a little tiny camp out in Northern Arizona! We also met several Arizona heathen families, some wonderful New Mexico heathens, along with a fellow mead maker/brewer, and lots of other people, all of whom were talented and giving of their time and skill. It was, all in all, a lovely weekend.
We got an incredible amount of rain! Mr. TF and I were married in Grand Caymen during Hurricane Michelle in 2001. I don’t think I’ve experienced sustained rain with winds like what we had on Friday since we were in the hurricane! People’s tents got filled with 2 feet of water! A few tents collapsed! We were luckier – we were camped out farther from the common ramada, but on not such a steep slope and thus avoided some of the problems others had (and that was purely by chance, I assure you). We did get water in the tent, but it was because the wind was blowing the rain horizontally and it lifted the rain shield, allowing rain into the tent. Not so bad, though. Only one half was actually wet (with about an inch of standing water in places) but most of our stuff was still in the plastic totes and thus dry. Most importantly, our bedding remained mostly dry (yay wool!) and we were cozy every night.
I took not a single picture. In fact, our phones remained either in the truck’s glove box or charging with the solar charger on the hood. We were pretty much technology free during our 3 days there. I didn’t miss it much either. I did notice I had missed a phone call from someone very important when I finally picked up my phone around 10pm on Friday night – luckily said person also sent an email and I spent an agonizing 15 minutes trying to sign into my email and waiting for his letter to load…but it was good news and well worth waiting for. Mr. TF and I drank two drams of scotch each (LaPhroaig) to celebrate, and sat outside in the beautifully clear night, watching the meteor shower and the stars. Other than sharing the good news with family and close friends the next day though, no phones for either of us.
I did NOT win the antler handled, hand forged skean dhu I had hoped to bid on….I was too busy running my mouth visiting and missed the auction for it entirely! Ah well, not meant to be I guess. There will be others.
All the crap that has gone on since January…if it all hadn’t gone down the way it did I never would have met any of these people, at a time and a place in my life when I really NEEDED to meet them. I humbly apologize to the Universe. Things do in fact happen for a reason. And sometimes wyrd/karma takes really some really strange twists to get us where we are supposed to be and in contact with those we are supposed to know.
But now, home for nearly a week, I am like a caged panther. I’m not particularly good at waiting. But wait I must. I guess the Powers are making sure I get some actual rest time in before I start my new job with its associated stress and all consuming lifestyle (if my fellow workers are any judge, that is).
Maybe some time to knit while I pet the cat….
Or knit while I chat with friends….
Or knit while I get this amazing craphole of a dirty house back into shape :) Are you sensing a pattern here? Of course, I also have wool tweed on the loom I need to weave off to make a vest with, and POUNDS of alpaca and wool to spin up – including a commission for lace weight suri yarn.
I’m behind on holiday gifts too…
Yep, waiting is hard, but I think I might be able to fill my time.
ETA All of these pictures will open in Flickr and embiggen if you click on them.
This is on public land near my house. Once, you could literally drive down into the creek bottom and to the other side; the state put up steel fencing and a sort of gate system that one can only walk through and the site has recovered in the years since. The water runs year round, an unusual thing in the desert – this is not as low as it gets, but it’s lower than it was when we were getting storms daily.
The roots of one of the Arizona Walnut trees near the water line. You can see the erosion from when the water gets high in the spring. All of the trees have fruit this year; I plan to come back and do some harvesting for our own stores soon.
Branches: you lose some, you grow some more. Lightning is a thing here in the desert, as I’ll show you.
If you look closely at the top half of this limb you can see the black from the fire the lightning started.
The remains of a honeycomb that fell out after being burned. The entire creekbed had a low hum from the thousands of bees busily gathering pollen and nectar from the riot of flowers everywhere. The sunchokes were taller than we are, and the peppery smell of the nitrogen fixing plants’ blooms permeated the air. ETA One was vetch, a desert variety that seeds everywhere it can get a little moisture.
A lovely flash of color among the greens
Mr. TF for comparison of some of the trees’ size. I love our desert home. Unlike the Midwest, our greens are mainly subtle, and oases like this are hidden unless you know they are there. It’s a truly magical place filled with life of all sorts.
Time is running out, I have been in this limbo for six months now. I need a decision soon. Events have conspired to force a decision. Hopefully it’s a positive one, or at least a neutral one. Anyone who feels motivated, please light a candle/say a prayer/send energy to the Universe. Closure is hopefully coming soon.
I think, as I have said before, that anyone who wants to marry should be able to do so. Well, OK, maybe if you want to marry a horse or something along that lines, where the other “individual” cannot intelligently agree to the contract, should not be legal. But if my friend Justin wants to marry his sweetheart, he should be just as entitled to do so as I was to marry mine.
A marriage, legally speaking, is a contract, pure and simple. There may be a religious component associated with it, if you choose that, but you get your license from the government and the government is endorsing the legal nature of the contract when the license is signed and registered. No marriage is legally recognized without that contract. And telling a gay couple that they cannot legally enter into a contract because some religious people disapprove of their union is just crap. My husband’s grandmother would have disapproved of our union – I was married before and divorced, and she was a devout Catholic. That shouldn’t mean we can’t get married, it means holidays would have been a little more stressful for us.
I think the Supreme Court really did two very bad things this week: upholding the ACA in its current form, and their crafting law illegally on gay marriage. In both they violated both precedent and the democratic process. And they have destroyed their legitimacy for probably a majority of the citizens of this country by one, or both of these rulings.
Originally posted on Son of Hel:
I have to say that my previous article about the Gay Marriage ruling has to be one of the most popular I’ve written, at least in terms of likes. Which surprised me, but then the things I think people will like seem to be ignored and the ones i think they won’t care about tend to get the most attention. Go figure.
I’ve had a bit of time to calm down from my initial reaction to hearing about the Ruling (which, you know, hooray for marriage equality). I’ve had a number of discussions with people, most of whom understand my feelings but figure that what I’ve predicted won’t happen. Ranging from Lady Imbrium thinking pedophilia won’t get the same status of acceptance that homosexuality has, to some co-workers thinking they won’t end up criminalizing religions that don’t agree…to at least one person saying that it would be good if religious…
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Must. Put. This. To. Some. 12 Bar Blues. It will work, I tell you!! :)
Genius, I tell you. Pure Genius (this Dr. Crawford, not me).
Originally posted on Tattúínárdǿla saga:
“The Cowboy Havamal,” from The Poetic Edda: Stories of the Norse Gods and Heroes, translated by Jackson Crawford, Copyright © 2015, Hackett Publishing Co. Reproduced by permission.
The text called Hávamál (literally “Words of the One-Eyed,” or “Words of the High One,” either way a reference to Odin) might be considered a Norse equivalent of the Book of Proverbs, containing as it does a series of disconnected stanzas encouraging wisdom and moderation in living one’s life.
“The Cowboy Hávamál” is a condensation of the wisdom of the first, most down-to-earth part of Hávamál (often called the Gestatháttr, it includes stanzas 1-79, give or take a few) into mostly five-line stanzas of a Western American English dialect. I have not endeavored to render this dialect phonetically in a thoroughly consistent way, but only to present an “eye dialect” of sorts, to suggest the dry tones of the accent behind the…
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Reblogging because for the most part it’s still true.
Originally posted on The Tin Foil Hat Society:
I am a far left liberal. I believe in the right to marry whomever you want, even if you are the same sex…even if you want to marry multiple people.
I am a far right conservative. I believe that you need to take personal responsibility for your actions, and if you choose to marry and have children, that you should be financially responsible for them; if you have 4 wives and 12 children you’d better be financially able to support them because I resent my taxes going to support your lifestyle because you choose irresponsibly to consume far more than you can support.
I am a far left liberal. I am an agnostic Pagan pantheist and believe that you should be able to worship whatever deity, or none, that you please. I am legal clergy.
I am a far right conservative. Keep your religion to yourself and don’t impose your…
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Atheist alert: this has a lot to do with spirituality and yes, religion. Deal. In my mind science and ‘woo’ co-exist in a dynamic relationship that causes occasional cognitive dissonance, but forces me to continually re-evaluate my worldview. In my view this is healthy and necessary.
Pagan alert: Not Politically Correct Commentary on our community. Deal. If it angers you, perhaps you need to take a good hard look in the mirror.
I’ve been through the wringer for the past six months. In that time I have been places that boggle the imagination. I’ve been a specimen under a microscope. I’ve been betrayed on a fundamental level by those closest to me, and by some of the very systems our society is predicated on as well. And. The truck was stolen, trashed, totaled, rebuilt. I lost a job. I spent money I didn’t have (thanks FIL for the help, more grateful than you’ll ever know) and am in debt to the tune of thousands of dollars with nothing to show for it. I have a degree for a career I can’t work in. And I’m becoming more and more convinced I don’t want to work in it anyway, the way things are moving (see going places one doesn’t want to go, or my previous post). I have discovered, the hard way, that standing up for right doesn’t always mean you will be protected, or that things will work out. Sometimes you will be punished in the worst ways imaginable, and evil WILL prevail in spite of an individual’s or a community’s best efforts.
I’ve maintained a minimal level of spiritual practice through this, even if it has been nothing more than a simple acknowledgement of Deity and thanks for getting through another day. It has been nothing approaching the level of an actual devotional practice though, and I’ve felt that lack ever more keenly as I approached the end of my degree program. Once I finished, and had nothing else to occupy my mind but the drama and tragedies of life, it became a yawning chasm that contributed to my ennui and depression. I literally couldn’t summon the energy to pray, let alone believe it would work. I felt as though I just wasn’t worth it, that the Gods had better things to do than deal with me.
I believe in synchronicity. I believe in the fractal nature of the universe – As Above, So Below. I do believe that there are other entities, other dimensions, other realities than our own see/taste/touch/hear/smell reality, and that sometimes we reach out to those other entities/realities – and other times they reach out to us. I believe that things often happen for a reason, and that reason sometimes isn’t readily apparent for a very long time, if ever. This faith was seriously shaken as a result of the happenings since January.
My children are fundamentalist Christians. Two, at least, were Pagan/anarchists earlier in teenaged life. I believe that they became Christians not because of the actual religion, but because of the structure and community it offers. This is something that very little of modern NeoPaganism offers, and I have seen that over and over and over again in the nearly 20 years I’ve been a Pagan.
In nearly 20 years as a Pagan, I’ve met more people who are trying to get on disability than I ever thought possible. I’ve met people ON disability who constantly cried about how poor they were, and who were no more disabled than I am, who ran side businesses based on cash to augment their disability payments and who actually had nicer things than Mr. TF and I do. I’ve met people who can’t keep a job, who can’t keep a relationship, who can’t keep an apartment, who can’t keep a car, who are using/abusing illegal drugs – and I’m not talking about marijuana here people – or who are abusing prescription drugs. When I worked in the ER I saw more than one person – significantly more than one – I knew from the local Pagan community come into the ER for problems directly related to prescription or illegal drug abuse or as “seekers.” It made for uncomfortable questions from fellow staff members, at the very least.
Many people who are drawn to the Pagan path often tend, in my experience, to be less than reliable on a personal level and tend to make very bad choices. These bad choices are ones for which they tend to not take responsibility. They misuse magick, in my opinion, as a tool to overcome lack of personal responsibility for bad choices rather than as a tool for self-development. Or they use it as a substitute for an actual spiritual relationship with Deity. Magick does NOT substitute for spirituality. And one does NOT need to do magick to enter into a relationship with Deity. Magick is a tool, it can sometimes be a vehicle, but it’s not the object (unless you are a Ceremonial Magician which is another conversation entirely). It’s as though they are drawn to Paganism because they perceive it as the one religion/practice for which they have to take no responsibility, and they can espouse beliefs that NO ONE can tell them are wrong. Cuz personal gnosis, you know.
Because of my experience (and that of my husband as well, I am writing this as an individual but we have shared this conversation many times between ourselves) we have mostly withdrawn from participation in and organization of Pagan events, particularly events like Pagan Pride, public Pagan holidays, Pagan meetups….you get the idea. The embarrassment of being associated with the crazies just simply began to outweigh the benefits of the participation.
And yes, I know there are those in the Christian community as well. However, they tend to be reined in by those who are around them, and either drawn into the fold or shunned. They are self-selecting in their long term participation.
As a side effect of withdrawing from public gatherings, my own spiritual practice has suffered – it’s not just the business of life/school/work/stressors, it’s been that I no longer go to events where I can get my spiritual batteries somewhat recharged because I’m participating in a community of believers. The very thing my children currently have. The thing I envy, even though I do not think a patriarchal herding religion from a desert region from 2000 years ago has any relevance for them – or for me, for that matter. I do ‘get’ why they turned away from a religious practice that *did* and *does* have relevance for them (and me). Because community. It’s important.
I have suspected for quite some time that the Pagans who were serious about their practice, at least in our area, were very secretive, or at the least insular, mainly because of the above. They are responsible adults and take their religion and spirituality very seriously, and they don’t want to associate with people who don’t. So, while believing firmly they’re out there, it also makes it very hard to find or connect with them. Friends of course excepted, but because of school/work commitments it’s made it hard for us to connect with them as well. When we’re all on different schedules and none of them coincide for all of us….you get the idea.
So why am I going on and on about this? Because I am going to a Pagan event for the first time in nearly a decade next month. I’m terrified. And excited. I don’t know if Mr. TF will come or not. He’s much more laid back about his spirituality, and doesn’t feel the need to actually connect the way I do – at least to hear him tell it. And the way I found out about this event is nothing less than synchronicity. It’s a Rube Goldberg nest of interconnected coincidences that defy logical explanation.
It’s not just any event though. It’s a Heathen event. I’ve shied away from heathenry for my entire time as a Pagan due to bad press about skin heads and racists who identify as heathen. I didn’t, and don’t, want to be associated with those who think the color of one’s skin denotes one’s worthiness to worship the Old Gods. When I first became a Pagan (or more realistically, realized that my spiritual beliefs were Pagan and I just didn’t know it) I was strongly advised against my interest in Norse spirituality by a Pagan friend who had recently spent 10 years in prison. His experiences there didn’t encourage me to try to follow up.
But recently I’ve been forced to rethink my blanket painting of this community thanks to blogs and websites devoted to heathens, as well as books I’ve had (and read previously) in my library. A recent re-reading of them revealed nothing that actually allows for this view, regardless of the views of a certain vocal percentage of heathens. And as far as I’ve read (which isn’t a lot, but also not nothing), there’s nothing in the lore that allows for this view either. As I stated earlier, I believe in synchronicity. And I believe the Gods call who They call. Regardless of skin color.
What I do know, is that the values Heathens espouse:
are the same values I live my life by, and I want to associate with people who share my spiritual outlook as well as my ethics. ETA: because it doesn’t embiggen: Courage, Truth, Honor, Fidelity, Discipline, Hospitality, Self Reliance, Industriousness, Perserverance.
Illustration courtesy of My Journey into Midgardr
I am hopeful that I can find a group of people with which to share community and spirituality. Gods know I’m ready after the half year I’ve had.
This isn’t a problem specific to the ACA; it’s endemic in national health systems all over the world, all of which are more or less in the thrall of pharmaceutical companies who control and produce most of the research that determines population medicine.
The problem with the pharmaceutical companies sponsoring research however is twofold: 1, they control who gets into the study and define the outliers; and 2, most of these studies are not appropriate for population generalizations because they are small in size or short in length. Oh, and I guess this makes it threefold: any results that are not favorable to their drug will never see the light of day.
Now controlling who gets into the study is related to the outliers in that, if in the pretrial part of the study, people who have adverse reactions right away will be eliminated from the study. So people who might give a truer picture of the drug’s ill effects will have been eliminated right off the bat. And outliers are defined as people who have reactions that are supposedly really rare and do not give a true picture of the overall study results. For instance, take Celebrex. It’s a nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug, in the same class as aspirin, ibuprofen, naproxen, etc. Pfizer, the manufacturer, said its drug was better than those others because it didn’t hurt the stomach. Well, as it turns out, that was not the case at all. The reason they were able to claim that is because, if you read the link above, you will find that they only released the first six months of a year’s worth of data. Most of the stomach problems developed in the second half of the study; because of this they were able to deceive regulators, medical providers, and the public at large into believing this drug was safer. They altered the study’s parameters to hide crucial data related to side effects, and they explained “poor results as the result of ‘statistical glitches.'” ***statistical glitches is researcher speak for outlier***
Perhaps the worst offender in this is Merck. Their drug, Vioxx was taken off the market because of the substantially increased risk of a heart attack while taking it. This was defined as an outlier in their results – which means they knew there was an increased risk before this drug ever went on the market. Yet they chose to define a statistically increased risk as an outlier, dump all the data related to the people who had had a heart attack during the course of the study, and publish results that were very positive toward their drug. Of course, they also paid for a study to be published that was favorable to their product without disclosing their financial relationship and were subsequently sued. Multiple times, in multiple countries.
Regarding study length: In the case of Celebrex, they released results related to only six months of what ended up being a six year long study. How can one make a decision about a medication’s safety or efficacy when the study hasn’t even been completed? Where are the critical thinking skills for those who are in charge of approving a drug? Where are the critical thinking skills for those prescribing the drug? The public doesn’t have the general ability to decide if a study is good or not, they rely on the government to determine a drug’s safety and effectiveness, and they rely on their providers to prescribe drugs that have benefits that outweigh the risks. They are being seriously failed on both accounts.
Unfavorable results are related to both of the above drugs. Data that showed there was substantial risk for certain groups of people in both cases was simply hidden. In many cases, studies are never published at all – their data is simply buried and never sees the light of day.
So why is any of this relevant? Well, guidelines are created based on the cumulative results of published studies. And guidelines are what are forced on providers in order to make sure they are adhering to the standard of care. Standards of care are based on population medicine, not on individual people. They don’t allow for individual preferences, variability in response to a drug, differences in financial circumstances or lifestyles, religious prohibitions, or any other individual determinants of a person’s ability (or desire) to adhere to a given regimen.
If we can’t rely on the results of studies, we can’t rely on guidelines that are created from them. And this is a big problem when reimbursement, and even licensing is predicated on adhering to guidelines. In a local to me case, an Arizona cardiologist is under investigation because he advocates non-guideline based recommendations for his patients. This is a huge problem. If a physician can’t read research and make decisions for his practice, but is expected to blindly follow guidelines or face having his license revoked, how can one trust one’s medical provider that they are doing the right thing for you, the patient?
In an even more insidious fashion, the powers that be (government in collusion with the pharmaceutical and insurance companies) are requiring (here in the States anyway) that a provider have an NPI. That’s a national provider number. And it has to be printed on all prescriptions or the pharmacist will not be required to fill them. So what? Well, if you don’t follow the guidelines, and you don’t accept the insurances the government wants you to — because you prefer to offer your patients advice that you feel is healthier and safer for them as an individual — you can have your provider number yanked even if your license is not revoked. Either way you can’t fully care for patients and are out of business. I wish I had links for you for this one, but I don’t. I don’t even remember where I read this, but trust me when I say this is indeed going on.
Population medicine. Peak medicine. Grasping for financial straws. And you, and I, the little people suffer.