Welcome. This is my blog, and you're my most coveted guest. If I seem a bit too intense, it's only because I have so much that I want to share with you, and I can see that you're eager to begin as well. So, please...make yourself at home, sip an East India cocktail (I blended the pomegranate juice myself), and sample some of my domestic and imported Arcana: useless, but fascinating information about Victoriana, Steampunk and other favoured topics; music which evokes that dark, lost Lenore sensibility; and other pleasant or, perhaps, unsettling non sequiters whispered in a darkened room. Linger long or short, leave a comment or refrain, but remember to come back soon to play a (shhhh) parlour game.
Velkommen. Dette er min blog, og du er min mest eftertragtedegæst. Hvis jeg synes en smule for intenst, det er kunfordi jeg har så meget at jeg vil dele med jer, og jeg kanse, at du er ivrig efter at begynde så godt. kan du ...føl dig hjemme, sip et East India cocktail (jeg blandetden granatæble juice mig selv), og prøve nogle af mine indenlandske o importerede Arcana: ubrugelig, menfascinerende oplysninger om Victoriana, Steampunkog andre begunstigede emner; musik der fremkalderdenne mørke, mistede Lenore sensibilitet, og andrebehagelige eller måske foruroligende, ikke sequitershviskede i et mørkelagt rum. Linger lang eller kort,efterlade en kommentar eller afstå, men husk at komme tilbage snart til at spille en (Shhhh) selskabsleg.


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I love my grown children, miss all the dogs I ever had, and I cry at the drop of a hat, I believe in true love, destiny, fairness, and compassion. If I could be anywhere right now, it would be the ocean. My favorite city is New York, but I am always longing for London and craving more time in Copenhagen. I'm drawn to desolate places, deserted buildings, and unknown byways. I don't care how society perceives me as long as my gut tells me that what I'm doing is right. I am interested in paranormal things, spiritual things, historical things, and things that glow at night. I like to drink, I smoke when I write, I can't stand small talk, and despite my quick temper, I would rather kiss than fight. I'm selfish with my writing time, a spendthrift with my love. My heart has been broken so many times that it's held together with super glue and duct tape. The upside is that, next time, I won't be tempted to give away what I no longer have to give. But I will let you buy me a Pink Squirrel.


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Helvede's så Nocturne

Helvede's så Nocturne
The raw, aching sadness with which the following words were typed has been reformatted to fit your screen. No need to adjust it. All names have been expunged to protect the innocent and the willfully insane.

Nocturne in G Flat major

Chopin, darkness, light, sand and wind, starlight tread. Beethoven, love, fear, madness, redemption in the night. Liszt, waltzing widows, desperate bargains, pleasure's secret plight. Now, then, before, always, forever. Promises made on lonely beaches, celestial summer's perfect kiss, passions quenched in salty breezes, the lure of distant mist-draped heights. Bitter interlude. Final, private nocturne. Burned down like a candle. Doomed bleeding beauty. Fated sacrificial night.
To be continued...

Gentle Visitor

Gentle Visitor
And now, Gentle Visitor, won't you please lend an eye (we've worked so hard)...
We love all things dark and mysterious, macabre and obscure, odd and unfathomable. Nothing is too strange or bizarre for our little blog. And although we would never presume to offer definitive answers to the great questions of life, we shall do our best to enlighten, inform and delight our visitors with our whimsical potpurri of facts, anecdotes, trivia and informational outpourings. We strive not to offend, but to edify those who wish to reach beyond their comfort zone and touch the fabric of another time and place, and of distant, but genuine worlds and lives. As Victorian-themed blogs go, ours may not be the most austere, nor the most comprehensive, but we know what we like, and if our readers like it as well, then all is as it should be in this ramshackle corner of our own personal Victorian empire.

A Musical Note

A Musical Note: We feel that our blog is best viewed when accompanied by one or more of the following musical selections. Then again, we also feel that our blog is best viewed when accompanied by a glass of absinthe, a bite of lemon cake, and a foot massage (preferably by someone you know). So, to paraphrase the otherwise completely irrelevant-to-our-blog Mr. Aleister Crowley, "Do what thou wilt...but be open to Chopin."

And now we begin

And now we begin
"One must strive to show decorum even when scrolling." Queen Victoria, Buckingham Palace Blog, August 11,1879

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Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Getting Dusted and Steamed

   Well, now, let's see....where were we? Three days into my new fascination with beginning a sidebar life as a blogskeeper (yes, I JUST coined that phrase; let the residuals start rolling in), I'm doing my best to keep up with the high demand for new blog posts and working intermittently on making the place look a bit more professional. Like everything else in my life, this blog is a fairly eclectic enterprise, although its main purpose is to share my passion for Victoriana/Steampunk in all its beauty, glory and oddness, and to allow me a venue in which to write what I'm calling "Dusted", which consists of my ongoing, real life experiences as a person who knows people who know people in the "Dust World." Not going to say a lot about it here. If you read newspapers or watch televised news, you've probably heard about "monkey dust" aka "bath salts" and sometimes "mad dog", a new synthetic drug currently legal in most U.S. states and making quite a name for itself as well as for those who snort, smoke or inject it. To call it "a new trend" is like calling the acid movement of the sixties "a little thing." Monkey dust is like a white tornado swirling its way through an entire segment of the population, taking with its families, lives, homes and more than a few lives. But like any dust storm, it reveals as much as it destroys. Some of the things it's revealed were revealed to me. How could I be any less forthcoming with my readers....all three of you?
    But it's not all sad drug stories here in Nocturne Land. As I said, the Victoriana/Steampunk connection is huge, with links to other sites and blogs that do the genre proud. I especially recommend a visit to "Retrosexual Risque", your free classic Victorian dirty images connection. Did I say dirty? I meant, "a little soiled." These ladies aren't showing much more than their breasts, although there are a few very pale Victorian buttocks in the mix. But by and large (and a lot of them are pretty Rubenesque), these are ladies who would themselves be aghast to see what constitutes "dirty" and "sexy" today.
   I'm also pretty excited about the weekly "Awful Retro Recipe Photo", which gives new meaning to the phrase, "I don't like the looks of that." Whipped cream and mayo frosting, hot dogs in aspic, canned peaches and tuna's all here, in faded photographic splendor, courtesy of the world's still extant 1950s and 60s cooking books.
   You can also check out my You Tube channel if you have nothing better to do, which I don't, being a "Better Greta." Just like my guardian angel, Ms Garbo. And if she'd had a blog, she wouldn't have had to talk at all.
   The next installment of "Dusted" shows up tomorrow. Get "Dusted." By blog.


Dawn Potter said...

Is your location really "New York"?

Given your comment control approach, you may be interested in this remark from "Speak Your Piece," a feature of the "Mountain Eagle," a weekly newspaper published in eastern Kentucky:

"I don't drink, smoke, and use only one cuss word."

What's your guess?

Gail said...

Will take me awhile to figure out what the hell your blog is all about... LOVE IT, so bored with usual day-to-day stuff!!! ... and so pleased that I was invited to have the chance! You're amazing.
~Hugs from Maine in the middle of a big ol' summer evening thunderstorm!

bettergreta said...

Thanks for reading AND posting. Now if you could just subscribe, I'd feel like Lou Gehrig.

bettergreta said...

Cuss word guess? Um...odds bodkins?
See But I bet you DID know it, Dawn.