31 January 2010

Picture pages, picture pages, start your day with picture pages, lots of fun with cameras and with pixels!

Yesterday, Saturday, i went over to the theater to help prep the season brochure mailer. Fortunately, we had an accidentally-collated box of mailers, so we didn't have to do that. But we DID have to affix return-address labels, mailing labels, and stamps to over 1,000 envelopes.. stuff them with mailers.. add inserts about the upcoming benefit (Vegas Royale Spectaculare, Feb 20th, Lounge Kitty and Martini Five-Oh baby, yeah).. seal the envelopes and put them in a box. My work area looked like this:
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Note the Rome to Milano trivet in the background, a souvenir from last year's season closer, Ouroborous. That took most of my afternoon.

When i left, i decided to head down to Steelyard, see if i could get some things i needed at Deal$. On my way down the drive, i was struck by the lovely view over the remaining bit of actual steelyard industry. AND i remembered i now have this spiffy camera (see the post before, or maybe after, this one). i couldn't take a pic while driving, so i parked over by the T-Mobile store, got out, and hiked back up to Quigley - i think that's Quigley. It was pretty effing crisp out. i had to put my hoodie up to keep my ears from freezing. My boots were not made for winter hiking. It was awesome. And here's the pic i took:
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When i got home, i made dinner. Tai Pei frozen garlic shrimp with extra vegetables added by me. Half of what the carryout Chinese cost the night before, healthier, equally as tasty. i am, however, not yet so pathetic as to take a picture of my augmented frozen dinner, so you have to imagine that part. After dinner, i fiddled and putzed and doo-dah-ed around the house for the rest of the night. Those who follow my twitter stream know that i'm trying to make myself paint again - yes, this is an undertaking. i've got Things in the way of doing that, but i am trying to clear them out and get back to it.

Naturally, because it is me and i am Complex, the piece that has gotten past my internal logjam is demanding to be Complex too. i *want* (i think?) to be doing simpler pop-art pieces. i have at least one in mind with a self-imposed deadline on it. i have Ideas for half a dozen pieces. This is what's on the board.
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You'll note no actual paint is involved here. And its on a shitty cheap canvas board from AG thats been in storage for twenty years. Trust me, if i decided No, i Must Stretch Real Canvas, NOTHING would ever move forward here again. i have this stuff coz my dad used to work for them (er - make that *thirty* years in storage??). i am not Saving it for anything. What is my excuse?

Last night i also decided to randomly google for a recipe for vegan corned beef. i found one. i found out i have all (well, almost all) the ingredients. i also have everything i need for a New England boiled dinner, aka corned beef and cabbage, which is so much a favorite i ask my mom to make it for my birthday and indulge once a year in actual corned beef (despite popular belief, i have not been a vegetarian for well over a decade. But i was for so long before that its really all i know how to cook). So round about 2 am i decided to start making this. It also did not get a picture taken of it, because an uncooked gluten loaf is not the most visually appealing thing on earth, let's say, and i pay attention to CakeWrecks. Don't you?

Today i got up and decided to finish the boiled dinner in the crock pot. Only my auxiliary kitchen counter has reverted to its secret identity as drafting table. What to do? Well, here's the solution.
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See the crockpot? See the steam that is not rising out of it? For the past two hours i've been checking and poking it and wondering if its finally bought the farm because it was Not Getting Hot.

Then i plugged it in.

And with that, dear cats and kittens, i must away. i have an Event to manage in an hour; it might be a good idea to prepare, ya think? Love ya. Truly. Mwaah.

24 January 2010

Space Mother tribe

Not long enough slow Sunday. i have to perform tonight - Audio-Visual Baptism 12, at Now That's Class - and i know, *know*, i'm not prepared. Of course i've done the glasswalking enough times i can about do it in my sleep; that part doesn't really worry me. Maybe it should; tho my feet are always tough, the depths of winter don't quite condition them properly (for those who don't know, glasswalking consists of me walking a six-foot tray of broken beer bottles and then jumping off a stepladder into it for a finale).

But i'm more concerned about the rest of the act - do i add some accordion, if so what; not having touched the thing in months until a day or two ago. Never having any songs really *learned* and certainly none rehearsed. And of course, the crisis nearest a costumer's heart: What to Wear?? Normally i LIVE in tights in winter, but i need to be able to get barefoot quickly, so those are out. i don't have to wear anything special at all, of course, but it is sort of part of the whole routine. And if i put together An Outfit, will that also require painting my face? That sounds like so much work. But i am kind of fond of some modified commedia facial art. Probably won't decide til i'm there.

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Of course, the reason i don't feel like doing any of this today is that last night was a night out w/my wild grrlz. Women (womyn, wimmin) 40 and above, with roots in the punk scene, colorful pasts and *still* colorful present.S. Right now we are a small tribe but could easily double and triple in size, as each of us could potentially bring in three or four more who 'really should' be there. For right now, tho, we're a small tribe of fierce wimmin who go out terrorizing the locals, or at least hijacking random karaoke bars. Naturally, this requires the consumption of a certain amount of alcohol.. while i amazingly do NOT feel particularly hungover today - the quantum effects of proximity to so much coolness? - i still do not feel at the top of my game.

Which is why i'm sitting here in my bathrobe writing this instead of getting my act together for someplace i have to be in an hour. Dear me. Someone shall have to spank me. And on that note..

23 January 2010

To-Done list

Yesterday was a good day, a high energie day. Yesterday i:
  • put in a job application at a place i have a good feeling about;
  • picked up a friend's pupster who needed puppy-sat for the day;
  • took the pupster to my water brother's house; we were trading off (sharing?) puppy custody;
  • got coffee at Civilizations and used their wi-fi;
  • worked at the Free Clinic;
  • met my water brother at Edison's, where i had some difficulty persuading him pupster needed to go home;
  • wound up hanging out at said bro's house for a while, eating dinosaur-shaped chickn nuggets and watching Popaganda: the Art Crimes of Ron English;
  • finally took the tired pupster back to his momma;
  • had a nice long conversation w/puppy-momma about creativity and other good stuff.

    Today was not yesterday.

    i did:
  • take down and put away my Yule tree;
  • clean up my worktable almost all the way;
  • sweep the kitchen;
  • knock a couple smaller things off my to-do list;
  • spend too much time on Facebook;
  • pick up the accordion for a minute and depress myself with how out of practice i am;
  • drag myself out to Dollar(and twenny-nine cent) Paradise, where i at least got grapefruit juice, yum;
  • stop at Pat Catan's for some fairy lights and teeny silk roses to make up for the Yule lights being down;
  • lose my leopard gloves :-( ;
  • pick a really bad time to stop by the bookstore;
  • but still make arrangements to hold an initial discussion group for the workshops i plan to give;
  • have the gremlin cat suddenly locate a belt i've been looking for for months;
  • listen to all the Coil i own;
  • answer a difficult email;
  • do some laundry;
  • get some things written that i needed to get said;
  • fail at getting to bed before 4 a.m.
    which may sound like a lot but still feels very unproductive. Tomorrow i will try to do better, or at least feel better about what i do.

    The End.
  • 13 January 2010

    Village Witcheries

    Y helo thar blogspot. We has not spoked at each other in a while. No point now in trying to say why; Now is the only thing that's Real, as Uncle Chuck would remind me. Where's now?

    Now is two years away from 2012. Now is a world in which half the people i know don't have jobs and half of those who do are underemployed or hate what they're doing. Now is a world in which our national resources have been and are being squandered by the fistful in pursuit of the dead dreams of cold-war kids grown to treacherously myopic adulthood. Now the robber barons grow fat and gluttonous on our despair. Now is a moment - THE moment - in which we can, we must make a change.

    Now, viewed through one set of lenses, is pretty effing grim - but i don't wear those glasses. What is reality? A peacock on a darkened winter lawn? Perhaps. The edges of reality seem to me to fray and tatter the closer we look. Of course there are those, those same selfish aging children, who prefer we never get close enough to the worn and ravelled bits to notice. They dangle an endless parade of Shiny Bits and String, luring us back to the cable corrals constructed to keep the sheeple penned and hemmed. Is there any safe thing we can stream from the idiot box? i wonder. i fail to trust anything too mass produced, taking the Smiley Face Principal as my guide: the more pieces there are of a thing, the more its energies are dissipated. Ov course a symbol can also be a 'physical' repository for emotional charging, so no matter how many swastikas there are, for instance, they're unlikely to ever become as trite as the Golden Arches.

    But Now, another set of lenses are at hand. While the world is no more likely to end Dec 21, 2012 than at Y2K or Oct. 22, 1844, the potential for it to *change* is strongly at hand - if for no other reason than people expect it to. Whether enough people expect this strongly enough to create any true and lasting change is very much open to speculation - but for the sake of argument, i am going to proceed As If it were possible.

    "Once - Majik was real, and thee Veil between the worlds was thin. And our people of the shadow worlds, the dream realms and fantasy dimensions dwelled in the woodlands, oceans, and ancient ruins of this world. They called us angels, faeries, demons or fair folke. We gave inspiration to the humans so that they may be creative: we are the dream-makers, the shadow weavers, the myth-catchers.

    Now, as the natural world dies and humans lose their faith in magic, we are retrating back to our home worlds or shifting for a short time into changelines. For we see that humans no longer believe. And when magic dies, the Dreaming dies; and when the Dreaming dies, so does all the beauty of this world both dark and light. When magic goes out of this world, we go with it - and while you may not notice our passing, you shall know that we are gone by the greyness, the drab sameness of your world in our absence.

    We do not wish to leave this world to its tears, its greyness. We therefore invite you to join us in a short yet sacred ritual containing magic both beautiful and ghastly. It matters not whether what you see are illusions or of the supernatural. Only Belief is important. Only Belief can keep the Dreaming alive.
    "


    Is this story Real? Is a thought of a unicorn a Real thought? (And what *about* those colorless green ideas, hm?) The fact is, as we discovered on the train, man, tomorrow never really happens. Its all the same fucking day, man. Yeah i lifted that too, but its an early version (to me) of the same truth. Who is the artist that makes the grass green? And what color is an orange, really?

    It is in pursuit of the answers to these and other questions that i follow the flickering will-o-the-wisp that dares to call itself my destiny. i have stepped off a cliff, in perfect love and graveyard dust, in trust a cartoon cloud would rise beneath my feet. As long as i *believe* myself to be walking on solid ground, i am able to cross thee abyss. Is this True? Does it matter? Tho five minutes from now i may fall to lose it all, right now, just for today, this minute, this instant that shall never come again - i am in thee air.

    At Samhain i wove a spell. Short and small, i did not complete all the parts that suggested themselves to me for fear of binding. But the shrine i honored and the prayer i spoke seem to have led to subtle yet definite variations - i am more and more certain i no longer inhabit the 'same' universe as this time last year. Of course one could argue that every breath creates a new world; but this is the far side of the butterfly effect. eXistenZ is not paused, but i have left a game within a game within. i need not name here thee energies i have invoked; one may look at me and judge, or ask me in the heart of the vortex. Suffice to say i feel thee dark hand ov chance steering me towards a stranger, truer, more active path than i have walked before.

    i choose and guide as ever by signs and portents. A strong one - too strong, perhaps? - fell literally a week before the Solstice; an omen i've yet to fully interpret. i know only that i am Called ever more strongly: manifest-manifest-manifest. That my absurd and lunatic optimism must carry me every furthur on - and so, somehow, it does. At every turn, fall of near-crisis, something comes through and i am granted one more cloud, travel that much closer to thee far side ov this abyss. Only Belief is important, and the more i allow mySELF to believe, the more Belief itself is - sufficient.

    My way now weaves a path i have not yet walked. It runs not so beside the track i walked before, tho' that still lies near (only two days away). i do not Know already where this path may lead; it is unlike thee other, unlike any other i've danced - but dance it i must. i could shy and hie me away, back to the safety of the known - but i would lose the cloud that carries me forward. My fingers know this better than i. By making this choice with eyes as open as i can, i seem also to have accessed something new. Something true. Thee ability to make things happen on a scale i've not dared touch - and perhaps beyond that, to a scale i don't yet dare perceive (but have, in sleepless dream). Time was - time is - time shall be no more.

    i don't believe that has anything to do with this post directly, other than i'm listening to Current 93, Coil, Zoviet France as i write. Then again - perhaps it does. Perhaps as i step off, and step off, and step off into ever-deeper (yet narrower) abysses, to fall more slowly and less far each time; perhaps time is turning in to space.

    i am become the Village Witch. For a particular village and a particular tribe; tho i've allegiances with other tribes and from time to time i have obligations to fulfill with them as well. This holiday season tested and proved both those things: as is ever the case, my presence was requested more places than i could manage to be. Well, that's social gadfly normal; but this year it seemed that i was tending to, and celebrating with, my flock at every turn.

    Claiming this title feels arrogant to me; o right. What makes *me* thee old wise womyn - after all, its not like i'm the only pagan in the neighborhood. Certainly not the most initiated. And how do i even KNOW i am; just cause i've not encountered another? i don't, quite honestly. In fact, to my eyes there are unsuspected sages more places than you'd think; but they're unsuspected. Whereas i'm Out There, and the more i state this for the record, the more the universe/my tribe seems to be taking me up on it.

    And so the road goes ever on. i lead a life of music, dance, spirit, theater and art, in thee absurd belief that i SHOULD be able to do so; that this is Just and Right and will somehow fall into place because. In the Now of wolf-thought, i have let go and let God/dess, and this is where S/He has brought me. One foot extended in the snake dance.