Did Odin slay Ymir to make math? Or more specifically, to make Jotuns and proud Midgard warrior men crunch numbers and color code for thine please'ed eye? NAY! It was for desires and the rich land that Odin did slay Ymir!



So, did I waste time with math and excel or some other program I've forgotten how to use? Good Valhalla, no, I did not. Instead, I spent hours of labor on Google Image and another program I'd forgotten: Photoshop. The latter's utility was decided upon after four minutes in Paint saw me wanting to paint the walls red. Fair and murderous Frost Beard named the most important technique in this process: layer and erase. Tedious, but I'm pleased with the results. And frankly, I don't have more than my cell phone's camera at the moment, so providing proof on tasks is vexing on my giant brain, giving rise to my giant wrath. When a task comes along that I needn't use a camera for then I will do all I can to express the glory that is Jotunheim!



As for my actual desires, the measurement has occurred as annotated on the main graph: Nautalid Notation. This means desires are measured by their placement within the Nautilus shell I digitally hollowed out. What matters is the desire's order in relation to the last lived in space by the former Nautilus occupant, sheer volume of camerae chambers that desire takes up, and the number of camerae as well.


The closer a desire is to being in the last seat of nautilus shell occupancy the nearer it is in my psyche.
The more camerae that desire fills the more I act upon that desire, perhaps striving to satiate it.
The more volume in camerae that the desire occupies then the more it takes for me to actually satiate the desire.


The desires, pictographically portrayed, so that mine giant eyes may better spot them in the midst of mortal battle, are as follows:

1) My Desire to Partake in Ragnarök - A time when all gods and men shall know doom has come, doom sparing none. The nine worlds shall be obliterated. The total of good and the total of evil shall clash, their leaders Odin and Loki. Though the entirety of this apocalypse is foretold all will face it defiantly and without fault, for if it has been told and so it will be!
Pic: Fire and a Bad Ass.

2) My Desire for the Pretty Ones - What cold life could be just without the respite and celebratory couplings I find amongst the pretty ones?
Pic: Alluring eyes off an alluring woman.

3) My Desire for Bedlam - Of course, Ragnarök will come, but not now! Do not wait, stay sharp! The value of bone, flesh, and blood are found only in combat and chaos!
Pic: Me socking Frost Beard in the face as I sally forth during Knattleikr.

4) My Desire for Strong Drink - For cold, pretty ones, and bedlam there is a most fitting enhancement: Ale! Mead! Whiskey! Our cups may runneth over.
Pic: Fine, rich, hoppy IPA.

5) My Desire for Sustenance - The cold, pretty ones, and bedlam may cause fatigue: for that there is food! Eat heartily! Eat well! I crave food that is interesting, engaging, and without par! Or it's the thick mashes and stews for the hard roads ahead!
Pic: Savory, raw Salmon fillet.

6) My Desire for Poetry - Laugh not and instead appreciate! For the Eddas is poetry and there writ is our tale! Also, so is Charles Simic and a heap of other authors who have found a most ordered and yet chaotic art form that can suffer no waste and packs a doozy of a punch! Poetry is combat refined!
Pic: Charles Simic's "Early Selected Poems" and "The World Doesn't End".

7) My Desire to Write - If I test my skills for Ragnarök so do I test my skills for poetry! What I relish is what I practice!
Pic: A puzzling and fantastic manual typewriter - a sphere with letter pins and paper below.

8) My Desire for Pipe Tobacco - Whether it be a briar, clay, corn, or meerschaum cauldron smoldering between my lips, I know it will be delicious and rich tobak. Give me something that derives it's flavor from ash!
Pic: A pot bowl briar.

9) My Desire for the Wild - Nature is a proving ground for body and mind! And it's the original entertainment at it's original price: free!
Pic: A managed conifer stand.

10) My Desire for Cold - Niflheim's calling anytime the wind blows ice and snow in your brow! Fire, blankets, and hot food are given purpose!
Pic: Snow crystals.

11) My Desire for Plunder - You fight, you suffer, you continue...to reap the benefits! You need plunder for moral and general enjoyment. It's best when contested and won.
Pic: Gold coins.

12) My Desire for Sweets - Dessert, and in this case Jellybeans, may not be vital but they are an exploitable vice of Jotuns. Especially when rainbowed like Bifrost!
Pic: Jellybellys.





Now, after hours at work, I go to bed.