by Angeliska on August 27, 2009
That and this on a rainy (!) night.
The storm thrumbles and booms overhead,
the little dogs shiver and quake- and me clickety-clack
before a little late-night leftover scallops + gorgonzola grits
from The Blue Dahlia, muy delicioso!
Looking at this accordion girl makes me feel very free,
and makes me think of Miss Courtney Pocketmouse Lain
who lives by the sea and plays accordion and who I miss immensely.
I imagine she is wandering the shingle, looking for washed up sailors
and drying out her giant tentacles. At least, that’s what I would be doing
if I lived by the sea, which I won’t- probably not anyway.
I’m done with typhoons, and all. I’m thinking about them a lot lately.
Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on here?
I got this from Bean, but it’s very mysterious.
It’s from an 1893 volume of St. Nicholas Magazine-
apparently it’s a play about math. Okay. Re-enactment, please!
Maybe this will be my Halloween costume this year. Holy-moly,
it’s right around the corner! Have you figured out yours yet?
The Adventures of Serene Limpness,
the Moon-Faced Princess,
Dulcet and Debonaire
This is the best book title ever, and you can read
the whole book online!
I found this at the always wonderful lady at Jezebel Stationary.
Her world makes me happy. I need to order some goodies from her!
★ As Japan’s Mediums Die, Ancient Tradition Fades,
an article from the New York Times.
Read all about Mount Osore (aka. The Mountain of Horror!)
A “weather-beaten temple..surrounded by a lifeless lake
and a wasteland of naked rock reeking of sulfur
that conjures images of Buddhist hell.”
The “itako” — elderly, often blind women
hold séance-like ceremonies that customers
hope will allow them to commune with spirits of the dead.
“Shojiro Kurokawa, 82, can remember as a child in the 1930s
when residents of his and other nearby villages would trek
to the temple to hold weeklong festivals of all-night dancing,
singing and séances. In those days, he said,
there were more than 100 itako.”
★ Nubby Twiglet + Gala Darling found the most magical,
uh, gym in the world! Seriously. I need one of these to open
up in Austin. My dusty little workout room is kind of like a haunted
mansion, except without any of the purple neon or amenities.
Mainly it just has bones and ghosts, and a shitty exercise bike,
elliptical and trampoline I bought but have not yet, um, experienced.
Yet! I need a personal trainer. With a whip. They need to be super-mean
and have an accent and tell me stories. Anyone up for the job?
Check it out: Lifting Weights in The Haunted Mansion
★ Many, many thanks to Coilhouse for turning me on to the
aural magic that is Headphone Commute!
Their Modern Classical mix is the very best late-night writing soundtrack, ever.
In fact, I’m listening to it at this very moment. Highly addictive.
★ I’m really enjoying connecting with all of you fascinating creatures
who read the Gazette! Thank you all so much for your comments,
and enchanting links. Keep it coming- I am so curious always to know
what blows your skirts up (or your trouser-leg!) and love it when y’all
send tidbits of wonderment and interest my way. I’m contemplating the
next steps for my beloved bee-log, because writing here is one of my
most favorite things to do. It’s a matter of making it sustainable, as I am
constantly juggling a lot of projects. I’m finding ways to manage my time
better, and post more regularly. Many strange and magical experiences
lately have been making me wonder if it’s time to add an advice column
here. What do you think? Do you have questions for me? Shall we try?
Also, reader-reader on a star.. How I wonder who you are!
Tell me about yourself, won’t you? Some of you are known and very dear
to me, but I think there are lots of you out there who I am just discovering…
How did you come to be a reader of the Gazette? What do you enjoy most,
and what suggestions might you have? I can’t wait to hear! xoxo A.