The Rose's Grove

You know how when you go to the grocery store (or, worse, the drug store...), you sometimes catch yourself looking at the collection of items that you're purchasing and thinking "god, I hope the cashier doesn't pay attention to the image all this paints together" (like when you buy, I don't know, vaseline, eyeshadow, lipstick, and chewing gum? All for innocent purposes! But together it looks like you're thinking about making a really scary porno, which... is totally not really my point, but is perhaps somewhat related, tangentially)? Well, over the course of this weekend I bought:

Books
Mystic Cults in Magna Graecia
Sacred Space: The Quest for Transcendence in Science Fiction Film and Television
The Myth of the Goddess: Evolution of an Image

Music
Battlestar Galactica soundtrack: Season 3
Battlestar Galactica soundtrack: Season 4
Wailin' Jennies - Firecracker
Marian Call - Got to Fly

Gee, I wonder what picture all of that paints when put together. I'm not subconsciously (and over-academically) gearing up for a post-NaNo fic-writing binge... no, not at all...

I cannot sum this up in a better way than 'If Star Wars were an Icelandic Saga.'

If you enjoy the study of Icelandic sagas, it is intensely, unbelievably perfect and awesome. It's giving me serious nostalgia for my old classes in the sagas. ♥