You know what's amazing?

Hadestown! It's a folk-rock opera/concept album based on the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice and set in a combination of the southern United States during the Great Depression and a dream-like post-societal-collapse future dystopia. Hadestown is an underground city of relative wealth that's extremely hard to get into or out of ( Read more... )

1. Man, nobody has to like Valentine's Day, and I get a lot of the reasons why people don't (consumerism, the erasure of spiritual and religious aspects from what was once a holy festival, general tackiness), but I enjoy many aspects of it! And I am, wait for it, dating a woman! Even though I am also a woman!  And we are into the tackiness, let me ( Read more... )

Well, it's been a month! I'm sorry; I haven't felt up to writing much of anything substantial.

...If I'm honest, I still don't. Oh, well. I keep having attacks of really acute self-loathing at odd times and for odd reasons; this is a normal state for me, though. I also have, for some reason, recently happened to read several opinion articles to the ( Read more... )

The Dragon's Egg.

My take-home idea from the article is this:

There’s also a sense in which the books, far from being escapist, offer familiar experience in intensified form. Some popular fiction really is straightforwardly escapist; no one’s life is like James Bond’s. We read it to be it. But we all see our lives from the inside to be those of lost ( Read more... )

1. My grandmother's ugly lapdog, Bugeyes McUnderbite Sammy, who makes up for being spoiled and probably not very smart with sweetness and comic relief.

2. My aunt and uncle's dog, Margo, who looks like a heraldic beast.

3. Lasagna for Thanksgiving, because several of us are vegetarians. Pie, also. And cranberry sauce that did not come from a can and ( Read more... )

My. I do have a headache today, and I believe I've reached the point at which I can't safely take any more aspirin. Well, it's been a few hours-- maybe I can/will in a bit. It won't kill me, I'll just feel guilty for it. I don't know why I have this idea that over-the-counter painkillers are a sin, but there it is. I don't want to build up a ( Read more... )

Well. The good news is that I have an idea for my senior writing portfolio. The good news is that I am insane enough to really, really enjoy...or...derive satisfaction from...or...or somehow have a psychological need to flagellate myself over creative work that will never be good enough (and in forms/genres that thirteen people in the whole world ( Read more... )

So, I'm a good little circusgal in ridiculous makeup and holey tights and I don't break my nose and I am strong of back and flexible of leg. (We might go busking in Asheville this weekend, we acrobats.) And it rains outside, it rains and rains, and I've finally decided that I do like Jonathan Carroll novels after all, or at least some of them. And ( Read more... )

I am not a good girl, or a good woman, or even an especially pretty monster. I'm socially awkward in what is often a very real, very serious, very not-cute-or-endearing way. (Starting barfights by accident- awkward. Inappropriate flirting and oversharing with complete strangers- awkward. Not being able to look anyone in the eyes and tell them that ( Read more... )