Damanhur

I was sitting at the computer all prepared to start work on my 60 pages of papers that are due this semester. And then I received an email from my brother. It was about this underground temple in Italy in the Alps named Damanhur (you should really do a google image search - right now!!). Honestly, when I first read about it I was thinking - this must be an internet hoax. Its too unbelievable. But then b/c I was intrigued I did a little more searching.

Essentially, the temple began in the 1970's and remained secret until 1992 when discovered by the Italian police (if you didn't do the image search you should NOW, so that you will understand why it is so amazing that these people weren't discovered). One individual started digging out these temples with a few friends, and now there are over 1000 people living there. The Federation of Damanhur is larger though, with centers in Europe, Japan, and America (yes, here). I think they are a sort of new age/pagan group, with lots of interesting ideas, such as time travel.

Anyway, I'm doing a bad job of synthesizing this so you should read all about them on your own.

Hmm....if only I spoke Italian....

Something about Nothing

Ok, really this post has nothing to do with anything, except I am tired of looking at projectile points. They are neither erotica nor exotica (all of two people who read this blog are going to get that remark).

I would like to point out two things:
1) I have stopped spending hours on Facebook. Great!
2) I spend hours on Netflix. Bad!

However, I have seen a couple of good movies such as Dangerous Liaisons with my absolute favorite John Malkovich.
I watched a terrible Guy Ritchie movie - Revolver. I mean, really Guy, REALLY?!! He is so hit and miss. Its like Yoko and John, I swear. (i.e. I am blaming Madonna).
Hm...what else? Oh, I watched a movie that I had already seen, but didn't realize I had seen it until the end 2 hours later. Do you think that says more about me or about the movie (goes both ways, I suppose).

Now that this post is essentially non-essential and therefore perfect - I am going to bed.

Name that Projectile!!

yes, I am taking an archaeology class, and yes I will probably post totally random archaeology related stuff just because throughout the semester (I am broadening my horizons).

The Things One Sees on T.V.

For some time now, I have been reading Poppy Z. Brite's blog. She happens to be one of my favorite authors, though I prefer her earlier books and stories to more recent writings. Anyway, she is now Catholic*, and along with many other parishioners in New Orleans has been attending a vigil to keep one of the churches there open**.

Ok, I've known about this awhile, and also knew that she was arrested earlier this month b/c the Archbishop decided that it was important to have the police pulled away from more pressing things (oh, like investigating murders***) to arrest a few people that weren't really doing anything except refusing to leave a church.

Well, here I was watching the CBS evening news, and then there was Poppy Z. Brite being led away in handcuffs. Obviously, they are a little behind seeing as how the actual arrests were weeks ago, but I was rather surprised. Most of the story however, was devoted to vigils in Boston rather than in N.O. Just thought it was interesting thats all.


*which might come as a surprise for people who know her for such things as Exquisite Corpse.
** yes, I know, all these details are vague, but if you are curious just use Google.
*** N.O - one of, if not the, highest murder rates per capita.

To Venus and Back

I have been recently wandering my way through various Tori Amos albums. Always loved Little Earthquakes, but not too much of her other stuff. However, I have decided to endorse To Venus and Back as being as good as Choir Girl, but perhaps not up to par with her first album. On account of discovering a new song to like today, here are the lyrics:

"Glory Of The 80's"

I took a taxi from LA to Venus
In 1985 I was electromagnetically sucked
Back in to a party going on that night
It was the glory of the 80's
With karma crawn up in lines
And two bugle boys models saying 'baby.
It's a freebee you sure look deprived'
I had the Story of O in my bucket seat
Of my wanna be Mustang
Auditioning for reptiles in their
Raquel Weish campaign
IN the glories of the 80's
You said "I'm not afraid to die"
I said I don't find that remotely funny
Even on this space cake high
And then when it all seemed clear
Just then you go and disappear
Silicone pary barbies
To the left and
Joan of Arcs to the right
No one feeling insecure
We were all gorge and famous in our last lives
In the glories of the 80's
You said 'the end is nothing to fear'
I said -blow the end- nowbaby
Who do I gotta shag ot get outt here
And then when it all seemed clear
Just then you go and disappear
Sure you're out there
orbitiong around
Wish I had you back now
I met a drag king call venus
She had a velvet hologram
She said 'my husband ran off with my shaman
But they love me as I am'
In the glories of the 80's
I may not have to die
I'll clone myself
Like that blonde chich
That sings Bett Davis Eyes
And then whenit all seemed clear
Jut then you go and disappear