Meta: Down in the Muck - Mr Ketch, Dean and Masculine Hunting Identities
In the past eleven seasons, SPN has mainly depicted American hunters as blue-collar workers with a very traditional view of masculinity. John Winchester with his giant machete, his penis truck and his Playboys was a perfect embodiment of said hunting culture. The British Men of Letters differ radically from this concept both in terms of socioeconomic status and in their sense of masculinity.
When Mick approaches Wally in First Blood, the latter tells him, “You can take your offer
and you can
shove it up your ass. I’m sure it won’t be
what with those soft hands
of yours, right?“ The homophobic and misogynist implications here are obvious - Wally deems Mick too “effeminate”.
Mr Ketch is a slightly different case than Mick. In the latest episode, we see him actively try to refashion himself as an “American style” hunter in order to recruit Dean. Something which despite his own assessment really doesn’t go down to well.
“trini has a very aggressive way of fighting” - Talk to me about
Trini being tiny, being Latina, being a woman, being a not straight child of
her traditionalist parents, and just *different* - and how that manifests in
her fighting style. Tell me about how she pours all of her feelings into her
fights, and because that’s what happens when someone like Trini suddenly
becomes strong enough to crush a boulder with her tiny fist. Then tell me how
it compares to Kimberly’s fight style, how it's lifts and assists and support like cheerleading would have
taught her, but also bending and dodging because that’s how she’s learned to
navigate the pressures of her parents and being one of the popular kids in
school. How Kimberly’s sense of self is rooted in fear of one’s power and her
journey to realize just how much power she wields and how much damage she can
inflict or support and protection she can give is paralleled in both sides of
her life. Talk to me about how as Rangers, Trini is all aggression, and Kimberly
is all feints and dodges, but as teenagers, in the halls of high school, it’s
flipped. Because Trini is the one who blends in the shadows while Kimberly
engages in public shows and confrontation. Talk to me about what happened to
that cut scene with Trini in front of the locker that had hateful language
written all over it, and what they do now. Talk to me about how their fighting
styles end up complimenting each other because for the first time, they’re
depending on each other. How dodges and parries work in tandem with forceful
attacks and blunt force that doesn’t back down. Talk to me about their fight
styles start to bleed into each other as they learn from each other, inside of
training and outside as they learn to stand up for each other and themselves.
Talk to me about all the fighting metaphors and styles for Trini and Kimberly,
shouldn’t match up. Anger vs. fear. Punch vs. dodge. Running at the problem vs.
running full-tilt away. They shouldn’t make a solid pair.
There steals over us… a wild longing that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been refashioned anew in the darkness for our pleasure, a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colors, and be changed, or have other secrets, a world in which the past would have little or no place, or survive, at any rate, in no conscious form of obligation or regret, the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness, and the memories of pleasure their pain.
I got this thin, denim, ladies XL shirt complete with shoulder pads from value village for 5 bucks.
First, cut off the bottom of the shirt to the desired length of your skirt plus an inch. Keep in mind the sides may be shorter depending on the shape of the shirt.
Then, to create the waistband, fold and iron ¼ inch of fabric all the way around. Next fold it another inch and iron. This will create the spot for your elastic. Make sure that your folded part is wider than your elastic.
Sew along the fold (where the pins are in the pic with elastic) but leaving at least an inch of it un-sewn for inserting the elastic.
Measure a piece of elastic so it is snug to your waist and insert it making sure both ends are sticking out when you are done. Then sew both the ends of elastic together, let them slip into the waistband and sew the gap closed. (Ignore my switch in elastic. I opted mid-shkirt to switch for a stronger one)
You are finished! The amount of ruffles you have will depend on how big your shirt was. I choose to wear a bodycon skirt under mine as it is quite see-through.
She wonders if color would be so important, if they hadn’t all become friends this way. She wonders if she’d see them in such vivid hues, if they hadn’t become Rangers. She can’t imagine it any other way.
• the weathers warming up but a few days ago the wind kept knocking out the power and yesterday morning there were big fluffy snowflakes • I refashioned some old clothes into a cropped tank and two strapless tops and reweaved leggings I made almost four years ago
• I did a salt sweep, cleaned and cleansed my bedroom and made a new essential oil combination for my diffuser
• I brought a table out from storage to use as a desk / working altar
• I’ve sorted more things to donate
• I sat for a super lovely meditation and doubled my usual time
• I practiced yoga while the sun was setting and watched the colours change through my window
Holy Saturday – 15 April – The Lord’s descent into hell
The Creed proclaims “He descended into Hell.” This homily for Holy Saturday from the 4th Century treats of the “harrowing of hell” and the rescue of Adam and Eve. Note the parallels between Adam and Eve’s sin, which lost paradise for us and the passion of Christ, which won for us not simply an earthly paradise, but eternal life. It was to the Limbo of the Fathers that Christ descended, a place of the dead that was emptied through His Passion, Resurrection and Ascension and no longer exists. By this “Harrowing of Hell,” as His Descent is sometimes called, the doors to Heaven were swung open so that those who die in a state of grace may enter in, alleluia! Adam, Eve, Noah, Abraham, Moses, the good thief on the cross — all the righteous were illuminated by the Presence of Christ in the place of death, making Sheol itself a paradise. They remained there with Him until His Bodily Resurrection when the the “bars of Hell” were broken down and they were later able to enter into Heaven itself with His glorious Ascension.
“What is happening? Today there is a great silence over the earth, a great silence, and stillness, a great silence because the King sleeps; the earth was in terror and was still, because God slept in the flesh and raised up those who were sleeping from the ages. God has died in the flesh, and the underworld has trembled.
Truly he goes to seek out our first parent like a lost sheep; he wishes to visit those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death. He goes to free the prisoner Adam and his fellow-prisoner Eve from their pains, he who is God, and Adam’s son.
The Lord goes in to them holding his victorious weapon, his cross. When Adam, the first created man, sees him, he strikes his breast in terror and calls out to all: ‘My Lord be with you all.’ And Christ in reply says to Adam: ‘And with your spirit.’ And grasping his hand he raises him up, saying: ‘Awake, O sleeper, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give you light.
‘I am your God, who for your sake became your son, who for you and your descendants now speak and command with authority those in prison: Come forth, and those in darkness: Have light, and those who sleep: Rise.
‘I command you: Awake, sleeper, I have not made you to be held a prisoner in the underworld. Arise from the dead; I am the life of the dead. Arise, O man, work of my hands, arise, you who were fashioned in my image. Rise, let us go hence; for you in me and I in you, together we are one undivided person.
‘For you, I your God became your son; for you, I the Master took on your form; that of slave; for you, I who am above the heavens came on earth and under the earth; for you, man, I became as a man without help, free among the dead; for you, who left a garden, I was handed over to Jews from a garden and crucified in a garden.
‘Look at the spittle on my face, which I received because of you, in order to restore you to that first divine inbreathing at creation. See the blows on my cheeks, which I accepted in order to refashion your distorted form to my own image.
‘See the scourging of my back, which I accepted in order to disperse the load of your sins which was laid upon your back. See my hands nailed to the tree for a good purpose, for you, who stretched out your hand to the tree for an evil one.
`I slept on the cross and a sword pierced my side, for you, who slept in paradise and brought forth Eve from your side. My side healed the pain of your side; my sleep will release you from your sleep in Hades; my sword has checked the sword which was turned against you.
‘But arise, let us go hence. The enemy brought you out of the land of paradise; I will reinstate you, no longer in paradise, but on the throne of heaven. I denied you the tree of life, which was a figure, but now I myself am united to you, I who am life. I posted the cherubim to guard you as they would slaves; now I make the cherubim worship you as they would God.
“The cherubim throne has been prepared, the bearers are ready and waiting, the bridal chamber is in order, the food is provided, the everlasting houses and rooms are in readiness; the treasures of good things have been opened; the kingdom of heaven has been prepared before the ages.”
A reading from an ancient homily for Holy Saturday – prepared by Pontifical University Saint Thomas Aquinas, Rome. While it appears that this comes from a Holy Saturday homily written in Greek dating back to the fourth century liturgy (PG 43, 439, 462f), the author of this text is unknown.
For our Edification – what does Hell mean?
Christ is in His tomb. Rather, His Body is in the tomb but when His Soul left His Body, He descended into Hell to “free the captives.” “Hell” here refers to the place of the dead in general (“Sheol” in the Hebrew, or “Hades” in the Greek), not to the place of torment with which the word “Hell” is most usually associated with today. The world “Hell” in the loosest, earliest sense includes:1. the Limbo of the Fathers, the place for those who were righteous by charity and faith in the coming Messiah and who died before His Coming
2. the Limbo of Infants, where, possibly, those who are sent who die without personal guilt but without Baptism after the time of Christ, or who died without charity and faith in the coming Messiah before the time of Christ. This would be a place of beautiful, natural happiness, no punishment and no sensible suffering.
3. Purgatory, where righteous people go to be cleansed of the temporal effects of their sins
4. Gehenna, the “Hell of the Lost,” the eternal place of punishment for the damned, the place we usually refer to as simply “Hell” today
Beneath the frozen ground, the roots still live. They begin to tremble, and eventually they will surge potently until matter is refashioned into the new. Shoots will burst forward, liquid will become woody length, and expansion will direct itself into arrows targeting the sun. What died and decayed last year will be profoundly transformed into the young and the unblemished in the explosion of spring.
Can we be like that too? Can we always be creative? Can we take all that has crumbled in our lives, the rot of sorrow, the grit of grief, and can we grow new possibility and new joy from the frozen ground of our resolve? For in this world of dazzling appearances, of discouraging give and take, of intentional illusion spewed by lying buffoons, all sources are below the surface.
We bring out the creative from deep within ourselves, thrill to magic as if we are pregnant women, and turn ourselves inside out—because all life comes from within. All life comes from other life. All form comes from other forms. All energy is saved and never lost but transformed.
Stay creative. Make new life. Nurture new thought. In this world that bullies us for mistakes and failures, know that our disappointments are the dirt to be plowed, planted, and one day harvested.
Put your ear to the tree trunks. Put your heart to the ground. Put your feet to the trail. Feel the coming force—and make yourself its vanguard.