I get a lot of questions about the name Eir. What does it mean? Where is it from? How is it pronounced?
I know the answer to the first two, and I know how I personally pronounce it and how my parents pronounced it, but I'm thinking that most people would probably not want to have to pronounce it at all.
It is Norse. The basic meaning is Mercy. The origin is from the Poetic Edda and refers to one of the "maidens" sitting gladly at the knee of Mengloth.
Eir herself is thought to be either another name for the Goddess Frigg, or originally a Valkyrie.
Ok so here's where my problems with men begin.
Valkyries went around the battlefield, gathering the souls of the dead warriors and ushering them to Valhalla, that's pretty much known. So what would a Valkyrie of mercy do? Let them live you say? Think again. It was merciful to die on the battlefield rather than live and go home disfigured and/or disabled. So if you're a Norse warrior and you're lying there on the battlefield, injured but not dead, and a Valkyrie comes along, the merciful thing to do to you would be to finish you off so you could go on to Valhalla.
Do you see the problem here?
I've basically been named after a Valkyrie who was possibly the Slayer of Wounded Men.
Not something good for your dating life really.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Bulldozer
I live out in the country. There are houses near me; I'm not in total seclusion, but no one really drives down my road unless you live on it because it doesn't GO anywhere. It starts at the main road and loops through the mountains and back to the main road again. That's pretty much it. So you get used to seeing the same cars drive past, or maybe "vehicles" is a better term.
I would say you get used to the same "vehicles" because its not just cars and trucks. I've seen people tooling down my road in cars, trucks, trailers, dirtbikes, ATVs, tractors, a Bobcat, riding lawn mowers, and yesterday, a bulldozer.
Yes, bulldozer. The first time it drove past, I thought "huh, someone must be doing work on their property". The second time it drove past, I watched more closely and wondered if they were having trouble finding where they were supposed to go. The third, fourth and fifth time it drove past, I knew the guy must be lost, looking for someone's house.
Then, the 7th time he drove past, he stopped. In front of MY house.
I tried to peek out the window without looking like the creepy lady peeking out the window, except that's pretty much what I was.
After a few minutes, two dump trucks also showed up, and I swear, just like a Clown Car, about eight guys climbed out of the cab of one truck and three out of the other. All eleven of them stood in the road watching the guy in the bulldozer. They walked over to the edge of my property, looked at some drainage ditches, walked to the other side, pointed, talked, then watched the bulldozer guy dig a six inch hole in a random spot, stood around in the road for a few more minutes, got back in their Clown Car Dump Trucks, and left.
Yeah, I don't know either, but that's the sort of crap that happens out here.
I would say you get used to the same "vehicles" because its not just cars and trucks. I've seen people tooling down my road in cars, trucks, trailers, dirtbikes, ATVs, tractors, a Bobcat, riding lawn mowers, and yesterday, a bulldozer.
Yes, bulldozer. The first time it drove past, I thought "huh, someone must be doing work on their property". The second time it drove past, I watched more closely and wondered if they were having trouble finding where they were supposed to go. The third, fourth and fifth time it drove past, I knew the guy must be lost, looking for someone's house.
Then, the 7th time he drove past, he stopped. In front of MY house.
I tried to peek out the window without looking like the creepy lady peeking out the window, except that's pretty much what I was.
After a few minutes, two dump trucks also showed up, and I swear, just like a Clown Car, about eight guys climbed out of the cab of one truck and three out of the other. All eleven of them stood in the road watching the guy in the bulldozer. They walked over to the edge of my property, looked at some drainage ditches, walked to the other side, pointed, talked, then watched the bulldozer guy dig a six inch hole in a random spot, stood around in the road for a few more minutes, got back in their Clown Car Dump Trucks, and left.
Yeah, I don't know either, but that's the sort of crap that happens out here.
Election Day 2012
First and foremost, I'm hoping that no one reading this blog is expecting any quality writing. You might check my short stories, essays or poetry for that, but not here. Here I just ramble. Here is where I open the gates and let whatever comes, come.
When I can remember my password.
You're not supposed to keep a list of passwords, you're not supposed to use the same one for everything, you're not supposed to make it easy to figure out.
Ok, then how am I supposed to remember it?
Sure, I can go through the whole retrieval process, answer questions, give my email. "How many toes are on your left foot?" a question only I know the answer to, and now I feel I must share that it is FIVE because otherwise you're going to think its six or four or heaven forbid, one.
Once I've jumped through the appropriate password retrieval hoops, it doesn't actually GIVE me my old password, it makes me create a new one. Except it won't let me make one that I've used before, so every time I forget a password, I have to come up with one further and further from that "reference point" that we all use. "KittyBum21" or "KittyTushi21", etc. (disclaimer: I do not use those). So now I have to come up with something like "DontForgetThisYouIdiot11" or "YourStupidPassword11" (I do not use these either).
What does this constant branching -out mean?
It means I'm guaranteed to forget my password the next time I need to log onto my blog, resulting in yet another festival of frustration.
*sigh*
When I can remember my password.
You're not supposed to keep a list of passwords, you're not supposed to use the same one for everything, you're not supposed to make it easy to figure out.
Ok, then how am I supposed to remember it?
Sure, I can go through the whole retrieval process, answer questions, give my email. "How many toes are on your left foot?" a question only I know the answer to, and now I feel I must share that it is FIVE because otherwise you're going to think its six or four or heaven forbid, one.
Once I've jumped through the appropriate password retrieval hoops, it doesn't actually GIVE me my old password, it makes me create a new one. Except it won't let me make one that I've used before, so every time I forget a password, I have to come up with one further and further from that "reference point" that we all use. "KittyBum21" or "KittyTushi21", etc. (disclaimer: I do not use those). So now I have to come up with something like "DontForgetThisYouIdiot11" or "YourStupidPassword11" (I do not use these either).
What does this constant branching -out mean?
It means I'm guaranteed to forget my password the next time I need to log onto my blog, resulting in yet another festival of frustration.
*sigh*
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