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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.

ABOUT ME

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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)...
STATEMENT OF PURPOSE
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."
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And now we begin

And now we begin
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Monday, April 30, 2012

HAVE YOURSELF A MERRY LITTLE MAY DAY


May Day is here again...finally! And if you're like us, you've done absolutely nothing about it save for read other people's blog posts in which they describe in great detail how to make May baskets, or Victorian flower cones, or your very own Maypole. But don't be disheartened. It's not too late to pay homage to this most overlooked of holidays. After all, it's spring, and if hope can spring eternal, so can we. The key is to forget about traditional May Day celebrations, and, instead, embrace Beltane.
As you may know, Beltane is the Old Irish name for the month of May, which was celebrated by pagans with a festival during which bonfires were lit, oatmeal cakes were made and singed, and villagers danced and cavorted as a prelude to possible copulation and/or other enjoyable practices associated with fertility. In fact, practically everything we associate with May Day, such as the hanging of flower baskets and May Pole rituals are nothing but the residue of the day's true meaning, namely a no-holds barred homage to the concept of spiritual and physical birth and rebirth. And so, in that spirit, we offer the following suggestions for creating your own Beltane fun.
1.) Problems with your complexion? It's no problem on Beltane. Like thousands of pagan maidens before you, simply go outside at daybreak, gather up as much morning dew as possible in a jar or earthenware pot, and wash your face in it. You'll be guaranteed a perfect complexion for the rest of the year. Just don't forget to say a prayer to Diana, goddess of nature and the hunt. It never hurts to have a friend in a high place pull a few strings on your behalf.
2.) Having trouble conceiving a child? A stone with a hole in the center might just be your ticket to preggersville. Once you find said stone, look around for a piece of wood, preferably oak, and drive through the hole, then place it underneath your bed. The next time you copulate, chances are you'll hit the jackpot.
3.) Want to ensure that the crops will come in abundance next harvest? Just get out your pots and pans and start baking a Beltane cake, made with oatmeal, animal fat (or butter, if you prefer) and blacken it on both sides in a fire. Then eat it with a tasty blend of milk and eggs. Your crops will be the envy of all.
4.) Low on milk or disgusted by the high price of it at the grocery store? Get a cow and then force it to run between two bonfires. The milk will flow like water from that point on. And if you don't like milk, well, what could be more fun than spending an evening hanging out with a cow by firelight?
We could go on, of course, but we're too busy looking for a good deal on oatmeal. Not that we're much for agriculture. But we do have a couple of flower boxes out on the deck.
Happy May Day!

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