Author has written 19 stories for Highlander, and Supernatural.
Oops, I'm actually volunteering in Liberia, a West African post-conflict country, for a year. So I'm going to admit that any fic updates won't be forthcoming. Sorry for the (long) wait guys!
I write in the Highlander universe. I love Methos because he's my existential hero and I love Richie because he's the ordinary person thrust into the extraordinary. I'm none too fond of Duncan though.
For anyone who's waiting for me to update a story, I promise on pain of death that I will finish them all. Sometimes you just gotta wait for inspiration to strike, and sometimes I have to write things for class, like ten pages on whether Rwanda should be implementng a male circumcision program to reduce the incidence of HIV. NO they should not, in case you're wondering. Badgering me to hurry up is effective though.
Supernatural is my new obsession because I think it’s brilliant to use an ancient way to explore modern concerns. Myths, legends, and ghost stories have been used throughout history to convey a people’s values, beliefs, and cultures to outsiders and to themselves and their children. We are past the time of archetypal figures but the show does an admirable job of exploring modern grey issues of morals, good and evil, and family through the fantastical context of monsters that are more than simply symbols of evil.
Actually my newest obsession is Christian Kane and RPS. If you like my writing and want to check out my real person fic, it's up on livejournal under this screenname.
Nietzsche's On the Three Metamorphoses
Of three metamorphoses of the spirit I tell you; how the spirit becomes a camel; and the camel, a lion; and the lion, finally, a child.
There is much that is difficult for the spirit, the strong reverent spirit that would bear much: but the difficult and the most difficult are what its strength demands.
What is difficult? asks the spirit that would bear much, and kneels down like a camel wanting to be well loaded. What is most difficult, O heroes, asks the spirit that would bear much, that I may take it upon myself and exult in my strength? Is it not humbling oneself to wound one's haughtiness? Letting one's folly shine to mock one's wisdom?
Or is it this: parting from our cause when it triumphs? Climbing high mountains to tempt the tempter?
Or is it this: feeding on the acorns and grass of knowledge and, for the sake of the truth, suffering hunger in one's soul?
Or is it this: being sick and sending home the comforters and making friends with the deaf, who never hear what you want?
Or is it this: stepping into filthy waters when they are the waters of truth, and not repulsing cold frogs and hot toads?
Or is it this: loving those who despise us and offering a hand to the ghost that would frighten us?
All these most difficult things the spirit that would bear much takes upon itself: like the camel that, burdened, speeds into the desert, thus the spirit speeds into its desert.
In the loneliest desert, however, the second metamorphosis occurs: here the spirit becomes a lion who would conquer his freedom and be master in his own desert. Here he seeks out his last master: he wants to fight him and his last god; for ultimate victory he wants to fight with the great dragon.
Who is the great dragon whom the spirit will no longer call lord and god? "Thou shalt" is the name of the great dragon. But the spirit of the lion says, "I will." "Thou shalt" lies in his way, sparkling like gold, an animal covered with scales; and on every scale shines a golden "thou shalt'.
Values, thousands of years old, shine on these scales; and thus speaks the mightiest of all dragons: "All value of all things shines on me. All value has long been created, and I am all created value. Verily, there shall be no more 'I will'." Thus speaks the dragon.
My brothers, why is there a need in the spirit for the lion? Why is not the beast of burden, which renounces and is reverent, enough?
To create new values- that even the lion cannot do; but the creation of freedom for oneself for new creation- that is within the power of the lion. The creation of freedom for oneself and a sacred "No" even to duty- for that, my brothers, the lion is needed. To assume the right to new values- that is the most terrifying assumption for a reverent spirit that would bear much. Verily, to him it is preying, and a matter for a beast of prey. He once loved "thou shalt' as most sacred: now he must find illusion and caprice even in the most sacred, that freedom from his love may become his prey: the lion is needed for such prey.
But say, my brothers, what can the child do that even the lion could not do? Why must the preying lion still become a child? The child is innocence and forgetting, a new beginning, a game, a self-propelled wheel, a first movement, a sacred "Yes". For the game of creation, my brothers, a sacred "Yes" is needed: the spirit now wills his own will, and he who had been lost to the world now conquers his own world.
Thus spoke Zarathustra.
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