chasing shadows again











Extra-special bonus points to anyone who recognizes the lyrics!  [Except for Carlos-the-Jackal.  I know he knows I know he knows.]  That song was, ironically, on my soundtrack while I took a train from the East Coast to Oregon before flying to the Land of Loud Birds to live.

I am moving away from Mississippi [which never really got its own little slogan name] and returning to my rightful home.  I will no longer be writing in exile!  To celebrate, there will be drinks!  And reunions!  Reunions with drinks!

Because I love nothing so much as not losing my cocktail recipes updating my blog, here are some potential fall-themed drinks for reunions!

Zombie Cocktail | Autumn Colors CocktailWarm Apple PieHot ‘n’ Spikey Texican Tailgate Cocoa [Note to self A: Create drink named Hot Drunken Hedgehog Cocoa  Note to self B: Find someone to illustrate this concept] |  Pumpkin Pie Martini



Slightly.

I just keep falling off the face of the Internet.

I am still narrowing down which projects to play with and hope to have an update there soon.

I went to New Orleans with Carlos-the-Jackal and he bought me a delightful book For Neruda, For Chile which is a collection of poems written following the deaths of Pablo Neruda and Salvador Allende and the overthrowing of the government of Chile in 1973.  It seems to be a book that is hard to find (I of course walked into the store and there it was, humming softly and expectantly) and it is full of some poems best described as haunting – in the sense of both longing beauty and bloody apparitions.  I have not read all of the poems yet.  I cannot read them more than a few at a time.  They leave the sound of guns and the scent of blood and the soft, warm dampness of soil on a fresh grave in their wake.  War and death invade, twined in light and darkness and a slow cascade of syllables.  Pablo Neruda is the only poet I have begun a poem for, and finding this book prompts me to finish it.

Also – please go to see this post by Neil Gaiman.  Not because he writes glorious, glorious books (which he does).  Not because his blog is lovely to read, especially as we settle into fall and there can be mulled cider with it (which is true).  But because he has taken a stunning picture, and you should see it (it is set as the background for my laptop right now, so that I may continue to stare at it at will).



Today is full of things.  Carlos-the-Jackal and one of my other common people to babble at at random are gone.  Carlos-the-Jackal will return and demand I tell him things (even though he is the one who just went away!) so this post is so that when he returns, if I am out of words, he can still have them.  (And because anyone still reading this blog does indeed deserve both updates and cookies!)  Newer, excited, more boisterous words!  They will continue to frolic here.

Today I prepared a resume for an open casting that was abjectly ridiculous.  If they call me back, I may question some sanity.  Writing it was some of the most fun I’ve had here in Mississippi (it was fun, and that was during the euphoric phase of the month, which generally lasts about seven hours max, and is a great time when it happens).  I left with my mother and brother and headed down to casting (where we waited in line to fill out a form to be placed with a picture in a box) and then went to lunch.  On the way to casting we crossed the Mississippi River to Louisiana, a place I had never been until today.  It was for less than three minutes, but it was awesome!  Louisiana and I will see each other again, of course, because I will see New Orleans.

I am working on a lot of projects and am very excited!  I need to come up with a schedule, and then I will share some of these plans.  I am in a creative phase, but my creative phase begins with CHAOS!!! so some of these projects will likely not ever be completed, and I think it would be good if I waited until I knew which projects stood the chance of a snowball in a very hot fplace.  Hopefully creative will equal more blog.

Twitter is proving both awesome and distracting.  I have stumbled across things that have been awesome.  I love it when I can’t sleep.  At least until people are mostly sleeping and I have no updates and then start searching for more people to follow before the world ends because I am half asleep and must be distracted or creatures born of nightmares will twist their way out of the shadows.  This is a very real danger, and you should take it seriously.  I have very dangerous nightmares.  Post more on Twitter, or they will come for me.  For you.  For all of us.

Should you need to better understand what kind of world that would be, watch the Amon Saga.

Note to the universe: Ruby Tuesdays makes a tasty Pomegranate Lemonade.  The slight extra bit of something not perfect should be drowned in vodka.  It is served with vodka.  I recommend this.  (Just not with one’s family.  Unless you drink with your family.  As a general rule, I don’t.)  In the event my dreams do claw their way from shadow to substance, these drinks could be substituted for rum in the event of a rum shortage – or even for variety.  Consume many such drinks.  Duct tape, torches, rope, and cats are your friends.  Suspect everything else.  Sometimes suspect even those things which are your friends.



I am now located in Mississippi, the funnest state to spell (from now on tFStS!), where at random my neighbors bring offerings of food.  I still adore Sonic.  I plan to learn to make gumbo.  I am reading Downtown Owl, by Chuck Klosterman (who brought us Sex, Drugs, and Coco Puffs).  Downtown Owl has that sleepy, transcendent small-town aura down.

I am poking around the Internet reading about all manner of things, likely because while I find these sleepy, transcendent small-town auras to be endearing and beautiful, I am not meant to live in one.

Absinthe Hookah (technically the 26 Inch Amber Stargaze)

Absinthe Hookah (technically the 26 Inch Amber Stargaze)

I found this hookah, which immediately reminded me of absinthe!  Then I went off on a tangent of absinthe peekings (while debating the wisdom of getting licorice tobacco and adding a shot of absinthe to the base) and  found some interesting and pretty things.  Like the absinthe fountain, for when you want a little tap to drip water over your sugar cubes.  And some absinthe spoons so pretty I love them (even though they’re gold!).  Now tempted to drink absinthe with sugar and water (instead of straight, which is how I actually like it).

Pretty, pretty, pretty

Pretty, pretty, pretty

I am now off to watch Naruto (because I have found that I greatly enjoy the RIDICULOUS NINJAS!) and have a pre-packaged mojito (that is really not comparable to the real thing but still tasty).  I have spent the night wondering what breakfast foods/tobacco flavors would go best with ridiculous ninja, and have decided that either pancakes/waffles and many tasty toppings or salmon soufflé and mimosas (with pink champagne, ladies and gentlemen) for the sheer absurdity will do.  The tobacco flavor I associate most strongly with this escapade is blueberry – extra interesting because I don’t actually eat blueberries.

Yes.  Really.  I have an affection for the ridiculous ninjas.

EDIT:  Adding also – absinthe soap!!! (With or without sugar!!!)



No really. It is totally written in response to part of one of our conversations, just to be obnoxious.


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by ~greenleaf-stock on deviantART

We will watch the sky like burros who walk in the rain
taking leisurely steps and not seeking cover
we will turn our heads up to catch rain on our tongues
and remark upon how this must be the best time to be alive

We will watch the sky like burros who slosh through the mud
laughing at the squelching mud sounds as the earth tries to devour our hooves
we will turn our heads up to watch humming thrumming dragonflies
and remark upon how this must be the best time to be alive

We will watch the sky like burros who trek through the sun
scuffing up clouds of dust with our determined hooves
we will turn our heads up to find shapes in the drifting clouds
and remark upon how this must be the best time to be alive

We will watch the sky like burros who drowse beneath the moon
making wishes with huffing breaths on dandelions
we will turn our heads up to search for shooting stars
and remark upon how this must be the best time to be alive



Not of course, that I’m advocating drinking as the only appropriate response to a long day. Far from it – I am certain that kittens or ice cream sundaes could be passable alternatives. However, right now I would like friends in the same state as I am and a good bar again. There are many things I must do if I win the lottery – but in the event that that should occur I do believe that buying a bar and leaving it in the capable hands of Carlos-the-Jackal may need to happen. Perhaps we can open the post-apocalyptic zombie bar. This…this would be exciting.

Post-apocalyptic zombie bar suggestions, anyone?



when I
come back from the edge
of the world I
will bring for you
maps
seeds to grow
stars; there will be
wonders where I am going –
where you cannot
follow
guard me
against serpents
rising up like dragons
from the sea.

they will not be able
to frighten
anymore; not me –
watching them unfurl
like exotic poisoned flowers
on storm-swept decks
I will remember
not fear; but
the immortality of souls.

swallowed whole
or not
their tongues
searing flame
will trail over my skin
no more than a caress –
my love
your love
our love
will save me.

the words you
gave me
whispered in the dark
have become
armor.

Although Poetry Thursday is ended. 😦 Their site will remain up as an archive until January 2008. If you’ve been meaning to go poking through there but haven’t found the time (like me! I am a bum!), do make it soon.

Anyway, that poem is for Carlos-the-Jackal. (Carlos-the-Jackal is my favorite of your nicknames that I remember. If you want another one here, you may have it.) If he does not know why, I will be forced to bat at him when I visit this winter. (As both a hint and a message – thank you again for the book.) I felt like playing with line breaks and punctuation. Carlos-the-Jackal always did like it when I tried new things. I’ll try in Word too, where I can play more with the spacing of lines horizontally. WordPress gremlins eat my spaces! (If I manage, I will bring it when I come home. Or perhaps entrust it to the mail.)



et cetera