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Thursday, March 18, 2010
Hello blogosphere, how long it has been since we last saw one another.
=D is all I have to say about how radiant life has been lately. She helped me love the sun again.
For my love; you're the other half of the sky.
I love you, eternally.
So, the source and origins of my immortality have apparently been outed by the Japanese.
Yes, it's true, I am a Crusnik. A "vampire" who feeds upon the others. So, in a way, I'm both a
helping hand to mankind (in my spider to the fly relationship with those hematophagic pests) and
a "greater vampire" if you want to get categorical.
Crusnik as it were, is a modern form of the slavic "krusnik" or "krusnk", a white creature whose role was to combat strigoi/striga and other such negative or evil beings.
Of late, the crusnik have been somehow revealed completely, as the apex predator that the modern lesser vampire believes himself to be.
I love this idea, it's a very solid and malleable take on the vampire myth, and it lays out a very nice landscape for potential tales and happenings.
I'll certainly be looking into this more and probably getting something down. I'm also looking into responsible matters now too, so my time is limited for leisurely things.
Crusnik.07 out.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Another eventful weekend over, capped off with an all-night, sleepless Sunday heading into Con Law and breaking with a brief nap afterward. I can't help now but feel uneasy...flowery words and revelations were exchanged this morning; yet I can't help but feel somewhat concerned, as her (yes I'm making an inference from Facebook, sue me) status delivered a feeling that I did not pick up from the lovely things she said to me prior to posting it.
I have certainly mused over the idea that I am perhaps reading too deeply into this, or some such, but I have no way of knowing just yet. The weekend was enjoyable though, I feel like I did something good at least. My role as catalyst for one soul is enough for me, if I'm really helping someone act on their true desire to create, especially if it's literature or at least the literary component to some other medium.
Anyway, the weekend. Days mostly spent napping and such with my heart, but we did manage to hit a surprisingly upscale bar for Bené's birthday (of the 21st variety) which also allowed me to help a lovely one get her own first legal spirits. An oddly unimpressive fruit martini, in this case. It was likely very weak, as well. I managed to procure for her an adequately priced shot of my favorite tequila as well, so overall, it was an experience. Even getting caressed by a very drunken man wasn't entirely frightening.
The second day consisted of waking up too late, and going to Barnes and Noble for a time, during which she fell asleep in my lap while I read Devil May Cry and D manga for a bit. An angry woman working in the café decided our time was up, and let us know in suitably rancorous fashion.
I was shown a very interesting film starring Ben Kingsley called Suspect Zero, and it was impressive, I was happy with it in the end.
I intend to change the layout of this blog once again shortly, I'd attempted to do so earlier this day and accidentally clicked a link while trying to switch tabs and thus my fairly substantial html work was washed away like the life from roses during an acid rain.
C'est la vie, I will certainly attend to it at some point. For now, I'm unsure what is next. I've some things to seek out and a short bit of reading to finish, though it need not be done tonight. I worry for my flower girl, again the status is troublesome somewhat.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
I certainly wish that those words pertained to my lovely lady, but alas, they concern something different. In this case, the beauty in the above photo, the Red Queen, the sword used by my BlogStar™ Nero, of Devil May Cry Four fame. The sword is a true masterpiece and without her persistence and being an utter brute (as brutal as a 4'10" 80 pound Asian girl can be) to the man selling the blade concerning letting me be certain it wasn't a very overpriced fake, I scored this rarity for less than half price. Mine is number 34 of less than one-thousand exclusively offered at Comic-Con, designed by Hideaki Itsuno of Capcom originally, this marvelous blade was brought to life by the legendary
Kit Rae.
Ohayocon was enchanting, almost dreamlike but for the occasional awkward patron or alarmingly powerful whiff of B.O. from strange, often very unfit folk "dancing" in the room labeled "Rave". I acquired a few choice items, the most expensive of which of course was the Queen, but I made it away having bought myself and my lady some rather nice treasures. I've one last piece to acquire in her name, at a much better point than what the vendors were offering at the convention, then I am complete.
We had an excellent weekend partaking of various convention activities and spending time with our friends, mostly Austin and Chris, who was quite a catch as a Splicer from BioShock. I also had the pleasure of meeting many of those who know my flower blooming in the slums from previous con outings, they were all interesting and noble characters. I was mostly disappointed in the viewing rooms; having only been amused once by something that wasn't laughable entertainment of a questionable genre, that being a series titled
Black Blood Brothers.
Unlike previous years, I did not partake in the tournaments in the game rooms. Partially because I'd not been in practice really for any of them, partially that I was more inclined to explore freely without any real schedule with Miss Gainsborough, and that while I retain my interest in gaming, I've literally not felt the urge to actually play one in almost a month, since I quit World of Warcraft. I suppose with the introduction of this stellar fragment into my life along with my usual duties resuming from the break and my feverish search for a job in writing to both cover my expenses and afford me a judicious break from my legal studies; I've simply not had the time. I'm far more interested of late it seems, in telling stories of my own, rather than progressing through one penned by another. Though I suppose that's sort of a lie (is it odd that every time I read or hear the phrase "that's a lie" I hear Aragog from the Chamber of Secrets yelling "THAT'S A LIE, Hagrid never opened the Chamber of Secrets."?) as I've still viewed anime and film, in addition to reading some literature in recent times, I just long to create something of my own, and I find I have lost interest in completing my Nephilim work that I made some headway on back in December.
I suppose that's simply a variation in life, nothing to worry about. I'll inevitably come back to it one day and finish it or kill it, for certain. I'm rather uncertain what else I can say at this point, I'm antsy to be given some kind of chance with an enormous design firm in search of a writer, a position for which I certainly made a case for this day, at the suggestion of a childhood friend who now works for a firm called ELEVATE Thinking and is a graduate of CCAD.
I suppose the words of a wise (wo)man once again come to mind when I say that I will challenge the fates for a new throw, a better throw of the dice. A man can only try to match, move by move, the machinations of the tyrannous stars.
I certainly hope I'm quick enough.
Labels: life, musing, Ohayocon, Red Queen, work, writing
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Today (now irrelevant as I began this entry on Wednesday) was something interesting, you could say. Normally, half of my daily life is rather uncertain and not to my preference, and half of it is enjoyable. Yes, yes, I realize there's a problem when you're only jovial and pure with your mate, but for now; it's what I am.
This does not; however, mean that I'm so naive a fool to not see why. I'm unhappy that I'm not working in my field, I want to put my education to use not simply and arbitrarily because it's a degree and I spent time and someone else's money to get it (that someone being the lovely Federal Government Grant Program along with my University) but, because it's my life. I am a literary creature; I read, I write, I feel, I am, I dream, I imagine, I create, I destroy, I give life and I take it. I realize my essential career aspirations have oddly changed since I was a fool of 18 or so, with dancing visions of envy-sapping possessions and the like. This vision, flawed though it is, is what pressed my entry into an education I do not enjoy. I was amorously enthralled with my undergraduate education. Nothing was more delightful than to take the piece of education I'd cherished all my life, and to form a curriculum made up of nothing but just that; stories and writing. A scholar of literature is an astute one, we learn to turn mundane eyes into lenses of pure thought and scrutiny; yet they retain the flaw of innocence and a respectable appreciation for the whimsical.
On that note, I suppose I should be musing here about two subjects I feel an affinity for lately, aside from my very own flower girl, (they're only one gil); those being writing professionally, and I mean that both in the broad sense of commercial writing for a career, and in the way that I want to write fiction as a side thing, for either some tiny profit or my own satisfaction I suppose.
So, to get to the part where I write commercially, I've got to find a job doing so. It's been rough, and I'm working on it as often as I can. Perhaps a detailed look into how I'm going about that will make its way to this space at some point, but my next entry will surely be about Ohayocon, since this one is late anyway.
Labels: literature, musing, writing
Monday, January 25, 2010
May lead to a perfect ending, circumstances tend to be fickle; however, so this is why there are ever new beginnings, each one stretching sinew and bone to greater lengths, hoping to reach just higher than the rest, laying hands on perfection.Blogging... not something I ever saw myself doing at any point in time prior to this very moment, but suggestion is powerful, and when it stems from someone who has some influence over you and you also respect their acuity, that power begins to wisp its way into the stubborn machine that is your mind, and turns many gears to initiate the actions it hopes for.
I suppose I intend to use this space for a multitude of purposes that a place like "Facebook" simply is not appropriate for under many circumstances. I'm fairly shy about showing many people my attempts at writing literature, outside of Lynz perhaps because she's a fellow English major and all-around astute connoisseur of things written.
So, in addition to being a hastily constructed, though moderately attractive platform for my writing, I intend to post quandaries about life and the entire bank of things that come with that meek little word. Life as a word somehow reminds me of that persistent character archetype in fiction who is always meek, unassuming and outwardly fragile, yet in reality is internally immense, encompassing, powerful and so multifaceted one would need eternal life to identify them all, let alone explore them.
I suppose that's another topic I'd like to explore at some point...comparing word structure (not so much etymology) to scope. Life...a structurally small word, with enormous meaning and almost unrivaled scope of coverage. I suppose many other nouns fit this particular mold, but I am recalling other bite-sized bunches of letters that also share in having a juggernaut's breadth of meaning. Love is another, but I'll touch on this subject at some other point.
I'll also definitely be taking this space to talk about themes in literature and art that I feel are too niche and under appreciated by many, even those who have a respectable taste or grasp of art and literature. Certainly so, I am not a talented visual artist. I can play and possibly create music, but I am a reader and writer above all, with an enormous, amorous view of visual art, especially illustrative, complementary art. I long to make some kind of visual art because I am so hopelessly and nervously in love with visuals. I think my growing up with video games and being such a detail hound did a lot of this to me. I seek out conceptual art, I want to know how everything went from words on paper, ideas in heads, to a visual, auditory and written creation that blows my mind. I would also argue that graphic novels did this to me as well, many of them are in a lot of ways, the perfect form of literature. They have wonderful plots, well developed characters, carefully followed and introduced themes; and above all, they not only illustrate in words the tale they tell, they visualize the entire story told in their own way, each unique from its brothers and sisters.
For a first entry, this is rather long. I suppose it helps one get to know the author a little at least; not like this would be worth reading if I told you my favorite color (black, blue, vermillion) or what kind of animals I keep in my house (a cat and a dog) alone, and not what I plan to write about, in addition to using this space to test my work and put out feelers for my writing.
I'll likely use this space exclusively for some of my shorter work as well.
Thank you for making me feel like an ageless sculpture devoid of even the slightest flaw, you will never know what it's done for me.Labels: Beginning, identity, musing, short words