Tuesday, September 25, 2012

There is no OFF position...

13. Death
An important ending that initiates great change.

   Insomnia striketh and holdeth its own against the will of the embrace of Morpheus.  I have been up since receiving a "Good night" call at 1:44am after bedding down 'round 8pm.  So, between five and six hours of sleep, leaving me somewhat rested and thus more highly susceptible to the lure of consciousness that is the Awakened Mind.  I have been up and will be up until I'm down again.

   Listening to Hildegard Von Bingen and drinking coffee.  I already ate breakfast, cheddary eggs with scallion, basil, and kale and some turkey bacon on the side.  Joey and I hang out and I leave for work an hour from now. (5:03am Eastern).  

   Beginning work upon a new play written by Edward Elefterion called Alone, adapting a novella/creative journal of that name by August Strindberg.  I will be playing the man himself.  I am excited and feeling very challenged as well.  Always a good sign.  



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"per artem facit Magiam, arte faciendi magick"


   

Thursday, September 13, 2012

A day for coffee and reflection




Today: The Star.
Reaching enlightenment through development of special talents.
In general: the light at the end of the tunnel.
More directly:  promises of unexpected help, and the realization of hopes and wishes.
The shift from Summer to Fall is upon us, most definitely.  I have been very much enjoying the cooler, drier air that blows now with intermittent autumnal bluster.  I have been keeping insomniac's hours lately, going to sleep at 2:30am, 3:47am, 6:30am...  I read and draw, ponder and write, and thereby do attempt to lure the cool arms of Morpheus to take me down in its embrace for a little.  Attempt.  Like the early days of childhood, all over again.  I also have been disinclined to eat until much later in the day.  Not good, really.  Not great for concentration, as it begins to feel as though I am eating my own head.

   I have been drawing a great deal lately, and in August was engaged to create concept art for a new film project by gotta/enk films, called META/STASIS, (http://www.gottaenkfilms.com/metastasis).  I drew nine chalk pastel/ink drawings, including the following:

design 1
Funeral.
The link for their IndieGoGo fund-raising campaign is here:  http://www.indiegogo.com/metastasis .

I acted in their first feature, The Big Bad (http://thebigbadmovie.com/) for which they have rightfully earned much acclaim.  META/STASIS promises to deliver more of the same.

Good Luck to them!


∞ ♥
"per artem facit Magiam, arte faciendi magick"

  

Thursday, September 6, 2012

A return to a return...



Sorrow.  In general: something is amiss.
More directly: sorrow, disappointment, tears, delay, 
absence, separation, divorce; disruption of friendship, 
interruption of cherished projects, quarrels.

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   Worked late last night and also very early in the same day - split shift chaos.  Home and in bed at 3:47am.  Woke at eleven, fed Joey and gave him his shot, and returned to bed for another hour.  Rose, started coffee, showered, drew a card (3 of Swords), sat with that over coffee, resolved to write, and have been writing and ruminating since.

   It has been AGES since I wrote on this.  I have decidedly mixed feelings about the public diary, but hey, with the advent of social media facebook and especially twitter, the internet is what it always dreamed it would be: an over-sharer's paradise.

   I saw someone once wearing a shirt: with an inscription that made me laugh very hard.  The shirt read "More people have read this shirt THAN YOUR BLOG".

   Which is how I feel about blogging, really.  The fact is, most of the time what I am thinking seems comprehensible to me alone (if that).  The notion of pulling the stream of my consciousness through the filtre of my frontal lobes and expressing it for another's comprehension as succinctly, thoroughly, and clearly as possible is daunting, to say the least.  But that really is the trick with communication, innit?  Onward with the attempt:

   Listening to a mix of Hildegard von Bingen, Kills, White Stripes, Coyote Love, Electric Mess, Dead Weather, Jordi Savall.

   Joey lay on the kitchen floor in full-on wood grain camouflage cat mode.  Or, as Art Wallace would say, in "Action Position Number 3".

Joey Kassan, AKA Mister Mojo Goldencoats, camouflage-cat and Kitchen Familiar par excellence.

   Work is being done on a renovation below me.  It sounds just like the sound-effects coming from the forest in Monty Python & the Holy Grail when Arthur and is Knights are building the Trojan Rabbit.  The louder songs mange to block out the worst of it, but quieter compositions create hard-hat mashups.  Thank you Jack White...

   Just had food, finally.  Basiled eggs with bacon-sauteed scallions wrapped up with extra-crispy turkey bacon and extra-sharp cheddar in a flour tortilla, pan-browned and served with salsa.  Yum-O.  It is good to be home and able to be focus time and energy here.  Joey is always happy when I am home and spend time with him, and a happy cat can make for a happy witch, they say. (Who says?  I say. "Meow!" says Joey.)
Speaking of working the Broom: I will clean and set the house in order.  Later on, I plan to enter the Midnight Kitchen and make a beef stew, an apple pie, and apple cobbler-bars.  Food always tastes better when you make it yourself.

The fabled basiled eggs.

Over the past few days, I have been working on more material to submit to Dragon / Dungeon, as the autumn submission window opens October 1st.  I have been working on fleshing out five ideas I have for articles on character options.  A little here and there on each of them and I should be ready with all by the beginning of October.
∞ ♥
"per artem facit Magiam, arte faciendi magick"