| LJ Notification! Mostly Friends' Only From Now on |
[Dec. 31st, 2020|12:03 pm] |
Hey.
So, from now on, the majority of my journal posts will be Friends' Only, to combat the influx of Russian LJs that having begun randomly adding me to bot the hell outta my journal.
So, if we actually know each other, and you'd like a deeper look into my personal life, please leave me a comment on this post and I'll add you as a friend, and enter you in the appropriate filter levels.
If you don't know me, and you'd like to get into my private stuff, leave me a well-thought-out comment to this post, and if you pass my stringent screening process, I'll let you into the good stuff. Or not. If your comment is not in English, French, or Spanish, I won't be able to understand it, and I won't bother booting up Babelfish for a translation.
Also, if you're a bot? Suck it. |
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| Welcome to a Dance! Filter - My history to date. |
[Apr. 6th, 2009|12:58 pm] |
So, I've finally decided it's time to talk about my vision of dance as an art form, and how it has changed recently.
This is a pretty big step for me. I've been dancing since I was six, and I've got a lot of experience in a lot of facets of dance, but I never would have labeled myself "dancer" until a few years ago.
There's a lot going on, and and I'd like to both express my private thoughts on the subject and get outside input on my perspective.
To that end, I've created a Dance! Filter, wherein I shall post about such things that strike my interest about dance in my specific, and dance as a whole. If you click on the link above, and it doesn't re-direct you to my welcome post, and you think it should, please a leave a comment below explaining why you think it should. Comments are screened. |
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| I heart Mike Rowe's voice. |
[Apr. 1st, 2009|06:46 pm] |
Hearing him say "manometer" is surprisingly thrilling.
Also, Sarah saying "Manometer!" immediately prompts a "Doo doo, doo-doo-doo!" from me, leading to another "Manometer!", leading to a second "Doo doo, doo-doo-doo!" from me.... and then, chortling for a few seconds at our common massive Muppetlove.
I really, really enjoy my home's level of geekery and humor. Ahhh, my Tremonsters. |
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| BPAL : Dragon's Milk |
[Mar. 24th, 2009|08:16 pm] |
Two in one day! Whooooo!
(Actually, I'm remarkably bored at work.)
Dragon's Milk : I acquired this imp quite some time ago, back when I first ordered BPAL, and never got around to trying it out. Now that I have, though, I'm glad I tried it while I'm recording my experimental process - as it turns out, this is a pretty nice scent. On the site, this perfume oil is described as "dragon's blood resin and honeyed vanilla". I'm not sure what dragon's blood resin smells like, only that it used to be used as a dye, and in incenses, laquers, and medicines, and thus I'm a bit hampered in my assessment of the layers of scent notes in this perfume oil. In the bottle, there's a very strong woodish/fruity/spicy/sweet scent, VERY strong, and a bit off-putting. Upon first wearing, the "resin" part of the scent is the dominant note, smelling sort of berry-like and soapy and woody/spicy, losing the offputting aspect to the melange that I noticed in the bottle. After a while, the resin mellows out and allows the honey and vanilla to blend into the overall scent, a very nice and rather sexy combo of scentplay. After an hour or so, the resin mellows even more, fading back to a very soft whiff of resin, leaving the honey and vanilla as the dominant scents.
Overall, I like this scent a great deal, far more than I first thought I would. It's a bit strong on the first dabbing, but after about 15 minutes or so, it smooths out and becomes a much more sexy scent than it first appeared to be when sniffed in the bottle. Still not better than O or Nanny Ashtoreth, but far better than some of the BPAL scents I've tried out recently.
Dragon's Milk : Win. |
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| BPAL : Nefertiti |
[Mar. 24th, 2009|12:07 pm] |
Boy, it's been a while since I've done one of these.
Nefertiti : One of the free imps included in my order, I wouldn't have ordered this, based on the description. On the site, this perfume oil is described as "Egyptian iris and olibanum with red and white sandalwood, soft myrrh and a breath of North African herbs." See? See right at the beginning there? Iris = Flowers. I don't usually like floral scents - the process by which attar is derived from flowers to use in perfumes changes the chemical composition of the scent esters enough that the attar generally smells dead or wrong to me. At first, Nefertiti was no exception. In the bottle, the iris scent is overpowering the rest of the scents, and upon first dabbing, the iris is still overpowering. After a bit, the iris drops back, and the myrrh and olibanum come up more strongly. This pleases me, as one of the few fond childhood memories I have of church incorporates the scents of myrrh and olibanum/frankincense, but I don't really want to smell like a church. Within a couple hours, the myrrh/olibanum picks up more of the sandalwood base, and the "herbs" never really put in a whiff on me.
This is.... an okay scent. It's not overwhelmingly strong, and I like a lot of the base notes, but for some reason, this scent doesn't jive with me very well. Perhaps it's the "iris". I'm putting this in the trade/giveaway pile - I just don't see me wearing this again.
Nefertiti : Meh. Ok. |
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| Socially Constructive Memeage : Electric Luvaloo |
[Mar. 23rd, 2009|11:31 am] |
So, last week, I decided to revitalize a meme that I enjoy a great deal - A Socially Constructive Meme! Anyone who's anyone who needs a bit of ego-boosting should totally participate. Instructions follow...
To wit...
"I'm reviving this meme, because I like doing it, and I think everyone could use more love in their life.
Awesome! Let me love all over you!
1. Reply to this post if you want me to tell you how cool you are.
2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and why I adore you. (May be more then one person to a post in order to avoid spamming everyone.)
3. Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and adoration."
And now, THE LOVE!
( dylia )
( xhollydayx )
( sophocles )
I'm still accepting applicants - if you want some luvvin' from me, just ask! |
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| HI new peoples! |
[Mar. 20th, 2009|01:52 pm] |
see more Lolcats and funny pictures
Greetings and salutations to all that have added me as of late! You probably got here from a post involving linkage by Ferrett, or Cat, and while I'm pleased that my readership has gone up, I also feel a bit odd that I don't know any of y'all.
So why don't you say hello and tell me a bit about yourself? |
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| Socially Constructive Memeage. |
[Mar. 20th, 2009|01:27 pm] |
I'm reviving this meme, because I like doing it, and I think everyone could use more love in their life.
Awesome! Let me love all over you!
1. Reply to this post if you want me to tell you how cool you are.
2. Watch my journal over the next few days for a post just about you and why I adore you. (May be more then one person to a post in order to avoid spamming everyone.)
3. Post these instructions in your journal and give your friends a much needed dose of love and adoration. |
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| When All Four Quarters Come Together... |
[Mar. 18th, 2009|08:54 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | cleveland culture, ego, event, henna, maps, mehistory, palimpsest, photos, polylove | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Home, second floor | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  artistic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Will Ferrell : You're Welcome, America with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) moominmuppet | ] |
... the magic happens. It was wonderful and fantastic and enthralling, what with creating this art and bringing it to our skins, and seeing it on us, and becoming a part of the mosaic of Palimpsest, makes me thrilled and tingly right down to my toes. A warm, heartfelt beam of gratitude goes out to Ferrett and Cat, for their most excellent write-ups and linkage, and to Gini for the extra pimpage, and Jeremy for the pictures. You are all precious, gleaming folken who make me feel special and help me be an artist. Thank you.
Our four quarters of a map....
... brought together. (Sort of - the lineup could be better.)
But it's really really hard to get them to line up!
In the end, though, we all come together, mapmaker and archivist and shaper and builder and progenitor, to share our love of the City. |
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| A City Just For Us. |
[Mar. 18th, 2009|12:13 pm] |
For those of you who missed the Palimpsest party on 3/16/09 @ Mac's Backs, you missed a hell of a shindig. It all began before that, though....
I'm sure, if you're a regular reader of me, you've already seen the sketches of the maps I created for me and zodarzone and theferrett and zoethe.
Sunday night, I began the process of hennaing those maps onto our skins. Everyone has a neighborhood, in Palimpsest.
Laying out La Libra Ultimatis Station on Jer/zodarzone
Jeremy wearing La Libra Ultimatis Station
~ La Libra Ultimatis Station ~ In the city, there is a Library. Every good city has a library, but the Library of Palimpsest is unusual. It holds volumes, true, thousands upon thousands of volumes, but they're rarely read and never loaned out. No one has a card for this library. There is only one book in La Libra Ultimatis - the Book of Names, and the number of volumes is so immense that it takes several annexes just to house it all. Everyone in Palimpsest is recorded in that book, everyone who has heard its clamor and walked its streets and lived in its buildings. Off to one side of the library complex is a clutch of round towers that stretch far above the city, the Spires of Sighs. In the Spires, you can walk through the giant arches, the long sloping ramps, spiraling up and up, and hear the first sigh emitted by each and every person after their first breath of Palimpsest's air. La Libra Ultimatis is surrounded by dormitories for students of the Book, and merchant streets jammed with papermakers and bookbinders and inksellers and quillerists. ~
Gini/zoethe wearing Chakrazoe Station
~ Chakrazoe Station ~ So many trains run through Palimpsest, it's hard to figure out how they connect. If you're lucky, you'll venture into a neighborhood with a wheelhouse, a place where the train lines come together before flying apart again, off on their way to other parts of the city. Everyone passes through Chakrazoe Station at some point, on their journey through the city, but the only ones who stay are the ones who need the hum of rails under trains, the shouts of porters directing luggage and stock, the scent of burning coal and hot metal and steam. The neighborhood around Chakrazoe is surprisingly peaceful and sedate. The residents live the small, quiet lives of temple builders, only expressing themselves in the beauty of the Stations they create, for this neighborhood is where the Stations are built, piece by piece and brick by brick, before being boxed up and shipped off on their beloved trains, to be assembled as a Station they've never seen and most likely will never visit. Every thing you see in a Station was created here, the shining brass bars on the ticket window, the curling wrought iron benches, the smoothly polished and inlaid wooden floors, the sometimes-ornate and sometimes-simple signs proclaiming the names of the Stations. ~
Ferrett/theferrett wearing Whalejack Station
~ Whalejack Station ~ Every city relies heavily on the transportation of goods. While the trains of Palimpsest are beautiful, they only run so far, and sometimes things need to come from farther away than the trains reach. Enter Whalejack Station, on the harbor of Palimpsest. Here is where the ships that sail the wide open sea come to be safe, to rest and be repaired, to be relieved of their burdens so they can skip gaily from wave to wave again, unencumbered by the weight of necessity. The warehouses of Whalejack Station are filled with things that will be made into other things, metal and wood and thread and rock, vast stores of potential. Stevedores live here, and chandlers, and boatbuilders - they draw comfort from living with their ships, from being so near the ocean, hearing the thwack of waves against wood, the cries of gulls, smelling the winds that blow the scents of far-off, unheard-of places. Yet, none appear tempted to jump on a ship as it leaves its safe harbor; they all seem happy to stay in Palimpsest, as if all things that matter eventually come to the city and they will be contented when it arrives, an adventure that no one has to leave home to experience. ~
Me wearing Crooked River Station
~ Crooked River Station ~ In every city everywhere, there's a place where the regulated order of streets break down, where margins blur and nothing is set in stone. Crooked River Station sits on the border of just such a place. The banks of the River are twisted and high, yet still people crowd to live here. This is where the river people dwell, those who make their living working the tamed, bounded waters of the River, ferrymen and washerwomen and basketmakers. This neighborhood is where the shantytowns spring up, all along the riverbends, and where the floating folk make their temporary dockings. It's the Gypsy part of town, and to walk its streets is an unparalleled adventure. Your pockets might get picked, you might see the love of your life, you may hear unearthly music you will never hear again, you might get your fortune told true, you might dance all night around a fire, you might be netted and whisked away to live a wholly new life, never to return. One can never truly know what happens in the Crooked River until you go there - everyone finds something different, something unique and just for them, an experience that will never be repeated no matter how many times you visit. ~
To see our map, whole and entire, and see photos of the launch event, follow the links. |
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| Maps On Our Skins, Parte Un. |
[Mar. 13th, 2009|01:59 pm] |
So, if you don't know by now, yuki_onna is a *fantabulous* storyteller.
I love her stories, especially the ones printed as The Orphan's Tales : In the Night Garden & In the Cities of Coin and Spice, but a copy of her newest book, Palimpsest, was given to me as a gift recently.
It's awesome. I started it last night, and I'm already halfway through, and I want to visit Palimpsest so badly I can taste it, the urge thrumming my muscles, the sounds just on the edge of hearing. Sadly, I'll just have to settle for the Palimpsest launch event at Mac's Backs on Coventry on March 16, 2009, @ 8 PM. I'll be getting to meet shadesong for the first time, and get to hear s00j/SJ Tucker for the first time. How wonderful - an evening of words and art and music and song and books and food and love!
But, perhaps most important, I get to henna maps. What follows are two of the four planned interlocking maps of Palimpsest that we will bear on our skins, our passport stamps, our Foder's Guide to the magic world.
( Too big for your page. Look through the keyhole. ) |
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| BPAL : Perversion |
[Mar. 10th, 2009|10:41 am] |
Perversion : Whoa. Dude. Like, totally what it says on the bottle. The only scentnote missing from this melange of sexclubsmell is... ahem... the unidentifiable musky scent of a bunch of humans in heat. On the site, Perversion is described as "smoky rum and black tobacco with a whisper of steamy leather with a splash of crystalline chardonnay, layered over a sensual, sweet, and deceptively magnetic base of tonka." In the bottle, the leather is the definite top note, with a lot of sweetness on the undernote, most likely the 'chardonnay' and the tonka. Tonka, according to the almighty Wikipedia, has a scent reminiscent of vanilla, cinnamon, almonds, and cloves (and if you're an Alton Brown fan like me, you already know that the tonka bean has been used a vanilla extract substitute for years); all scents I like, and it's a nice base to this perfume oil. Upon first dabbing, the rum/tobacco become the topnote, and a nice topnote it is. (It reminds me of the Mr. Nancy perfume oil, a bit.)I really like the spiciness of this perfume oil, and the leather aspect is not very strong, more like an undercurrent of scent. After a while, the scent fades back, all notes, and just leaves a very soft spiciness on the skin. I like this well, but not as much as I liked Nanny Ashtoreth.
Perversion : Fair Bit of Win. |
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