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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Thursday, March 28, 2013


Well, it looks as though we're feeling up to doing a little Easter post after all. Just a brief one, mind you, but heartfelt nonetheless. And as our dual subject we have chosen...Victorian Easter cards and a few Easter bonnets that we stumbled across and felt it worthwhile to share.

In Victorian times, as now, chicks and bunnies were a popular Easter theme....preferably chicks and bunnies engaging in human activities, such as riding bicycles, pulling carts, showing off the latest dance steps, and flying blimps (oh, how daring of them!). Take a gander at some more examples of Victorian Easter anthropomorphic animal behavior.

We have no problem at all with any of the cards shown above. But we are a little concerned about the one below.

Looking at it, we have two questions. First off, why is the little boy portrayed in traditional Dutch clothing? Was that an Easter "thing" back in the 19th century, or was the card aimed at consumers of Dutch heritage? And if so, why is the boy holding a paddle? Did he use it to crack that egg open, or does he mean to whack the poor chicks who just came out of it? Yes, we realize that we've totally exceeded our "two questions", but since we're still recovering from a hysterectomy, we hope that you'll forgive us. We are gaining physical strength every day, but our brain is still lagging somewhat behind. Perhaps the following "funny" Easter post card will make up for it.

Did it absolve us? We certainly hope so. But, moving on to Easter bonnets, here are some that we assume were the absolute envy of all in their day.

Lovely, aren't they? However, we feel compelled to call your attention to the last photograph which features a lady who we think bears a remarkable resemblance to Lizzie Borden.

Are we crazy, or doe anyone else see the reemblance as well? From what we've read about Miss Borden, it seem that she did go in for fancy hats and dresses. And after her parents were murdered and she was acquitted of the crime, she could certainly afford as many as she liked. But enough of that. Putting together our first post-surgery post for this blog has completely worn us out, and it's time to make our excuses and depart. But before we go, we would like to leave you with one last Victorian Easter image.

We can only hope that neither rabbit nor hen were harmed in the making of the photograph.

Well, that's it for this little post. We look forward to seeing you next time. Have a happy Easter...and remember...gorge yourself on lamb, ham, roast beef, and all of the creme eggs you see fit to devour, but do yourself a favor and refrain from the eating of Peeps. They may look cute, but their eyes are insoluble.

See you soon...if you're lucky.

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