...Charles de Lint short stories are so very lovely for me. I think it's really about the sense of the fantastic that they imbue ordinary circumstances with. All the short fiction of his that I've read lately has these almost-possible impossibilities happening in a city landscape. But it's not about cities (though real cities have their magic, ( Read more... )

So I was standing in the grocery store line yesterday afternoon and a very nice-seeming we-just-got-out-of-church mother and her two sons were standing behind me. On the checkout shelf, amongst the tabloids, was a copy of Harry Potter 6. I hear the younger of the two sons, who is maybe 11 or so, say (in a very dutiful-sounding voice) something ( Read more... )

Completely eschewing our previous plans, the ever-delightful regyt and I went a-wandering about the glittering fey complexity that is New York.

( Of Wanderings )

...which is the city of magnificence, despite the glittering cold which caused my fingers to scream retreat about halfway through our afternoon today. (Luckily, thewronghands came to my rescue with leather gloves which contained superior insulation. We loves her, preeeecious ( Read more... )

The apartment here in College Park looks so very naked without many of my things in it. And yet it's so splendid to walk into my room in Columbia, with its feathers and gilted gold and mirrors. I walk in and it's undeniably mine. It is sumptuous, full. It is good ( Read more... )

Very, very occasionally, I am inundated by an unaccountably strong wave of superiority. This is one of those moments. Actually, this afternoon has been one long, extended moment. I feel vaguely guilty about it because that sort of arrogance can be dangerous, but then again, it's all very Jarethian.

I love the feeling of otherworldliness that occurs at dark o'clock on some nights. It's a feeling of magic, of connection, some almost-reachable enlightenment. Tonight, it was spurred on by a conversation with my vulpine love, a closing of feathers and foxe-fur. If I had poetry in me for that, it would have started with feathers and foxe-fur. ( Read more... )