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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.

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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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Tuesday, July 3, 2012

BORN AND DIED ON THE FOURTH OF JULY


On July 4th, 1826, the 5oth anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, John Adams, former president of the United States of America and one of the original signers of the Declaration, lay dying at his home in Quincy, Massachusetts. As he took his last breaths, his thoughts turned to the past, and to the only other signer of the Declaration of Independence to have served as president, his one-time colleague and sometime bitter rival, Thomas Jefferson. As his family members and friends looked on, Adams uttered what were to be his final words: "Jefferson survives."


THOMAS JEFFERSON


JOHN ADAMS

Actually, Thomas Jefferson had died at his home in Monticello, Virginia several hours earlier. Still, the fact that both men, both of whom had been instrumental in the creation of the Declaration of Independence and in the formation of the government of the United States, died on the very day on which Americans celebrate their independence, is almost too coincidental to be...well, a coincidence. Not that they planned it that way, of course. Both men were old. John Adams was 91. Thomas Jefferson was 83. Although both expired of "unspecified causes", it can be assumed that their respective ages had something to do with it. Why, then? How was it that two former U.S. presidents, both signers of the Declaration of Independance, just happened to expire on the Fourth of July?


We'll never know, of course. At least not while still in this world. But we can still ponder the fact that Adams and Jefferson weren't the only famous Americans to have a special association with the date of America's most indigenous holiday. Another president, James Monroe, died on the Fourth of July as well, six years after Adams and Jefferson. And Calvin Coolidge ("Silent Cal" to voters), the 30th president of the United States, was born on July 4th, 1872, although he died on January 5, 1932. And then there's Stephen Foster, the quintessential American composer, whose iconic songs include "Old Folks At Home" and "Jeannie With The Light Brown Hair", who was born on the magical date the same year that Jefferson and Adams died on it. And we can't forget (or at least we shouldn't) Nathanial Hawthorne, author of "Anne of Green Gables", Louis B. Mayer, founder of MGM, and Abigail van Buren and her twin sister, Ann Landers, who are still considered this country's most famous advice columnists, although Ann Landers (Esther Lederer) died in 2002, and Abigail van Buren (Pauline Phillips) retired that same year following the onset of Alzhiemer's Disease...all of whom were born on the Fourth of July.


ABIGAL VAN BUREN AND TWIN SISTER ANN LANDERS

All of which leads us to yet another famous American who, although not actually born on July 4th. claimed to have been in the song which made him one of the most well-known performers of the 1930s and 40s, namely George M. Cohan. Known during his heyday as "the man who owned Broadway", Cohan hit the stageboards running, as a member of an Irish-American family act called "The Four Cohans", and managed to parlay that early success into a career that peaked with a 1942 film biopic in which he was portrayed by James Cagney, whose performance in the movie garnered him an Academy Award for Best Actor. Although his birth certificate states that he was born on July 3, 1878, Cohan and his family always insisted that the date was wrong and that he was actually born on July 4. To drive the point home, Cohan included the lyrics "born on the fourth of July" in his signature song "Yankee Doodle Dandy", which, of course, was also the name of the movie for which Jimmy Cagney won his Oscar. What's the truth? We'll never know. But at least we'll always have the song.


GEORGE M. COHAN

Oh...and Tom Cruise? The guy who starred in the 1989 movie "Born On The Fourth of July" and whose affiliation with the Church of Scientology is supposedly the reason that Katie Holmes, his wife of five years, is now divorcing him? He was born on July 3, 1962...for real.


TOM CRUISE

Enjoy your Fourth.

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