tinhuviel: (Torquemada)

I haven’t done one of these in about 10,000 years, so let’s get this show on the road.

This is all true. photo 1264091_10153348891685721_288267917_o.jpg1. Full name: Tracy Angelina Evans
2. Nicknames: Tin, Tinhuviel, George, Darth Shriek
3. Birthplace: Asheville, North Carolina USA
4. Birthday: 10 September, 1967
5. Where Do You Live Now?: San Diego, California
6. Parent(s): Father Unit has passed.  Mother Unit is here in San Diego.
7. Sibling(s): ZERO
8. Looks: Better off invisible.
9. Favourite Animal(s): Anything non-human, except for millipedes and centipedes.  Like humans, they can go fuck themselves.
10. Favorite TV Show(s): Impractical Jokers, Better Call Saul

11. Favorite Kind(s) Of Music: Most everything but Country and Opera.
12. Favorite Movie(s): Sci-Fi, Unusual, Conceptual, Foreign
13. School: Some college, focusing on English and Veterinary Assistance
14. Future School: I’m too old for this question. The Chapel Perilous

15. Future Job: Testing new, effective sleep aids.
16. Boyfriend/Girlfriend: nah
17. Best Buds: I’m a bit of a hermit these days.
18. Favorite Candy: Milk Dud
19. Hobbies: Music, reading, writing
20. Things You Collect: Grudges, CDs, movies, moments in time.

21. Do You Have A Personal Phone Line: Yes
22. Favorite Body Part Of The Opposite Sex? The eyes and brain
23. Any Tattoos And Where Of What?: Red & Black Triskele on right hand, Green Shriekback logo on left hand, Mwanza Flat-headed Agama with green and blue hues instead of pinkish and blue.
24. Piercing(s) And Where?: not anymore
25. What Do You Sleep in?: clothing
26. Do you like Chain Letters: aw HELL NAW.
27. Best Advice: Reality is peripheral.
28. Favorite Quotes: Hope for the best, expect the worst. - Mel Brooks.
29. Non-sport Activity You Enjoy: sleep
30. Dream Car: A transporter

31. Favorite Thing To Do In Spring: Avoid the sun.
32. What’s Your Bedtime: Whenever I’m lucky.
33. Where Do You Shop: Wherever I can.
34. Coke or Pepsi: Cheerwine

35. Favorite Thing(s) To Wear?: Something loose that will allow me to blend into my surroundings.
36. Favorite Subject(s) In School: English and Creative Writing

37. Favorite Color(s): Green, Red, Black
38. Favorite People To Talk To Online: People with brains and a wicked sense of humour that has set them on the road to Hell.

39. Root-Beer or Dr. Pepper? Root beer

40. Do You Shave? I’m too old for that bullshit.

41. Favorite Vacation Spot(s): I don’t do vacations.  My favourite place to BE is England.
42. Favorite Family Member(s): Smidgen
43. Did You Eat Paint Chips When You Were a Kid? WHAT?
44. Favorite CD you own: Currently Without Real String or Fish by Shriekback
45. The ONE Person Who You Hate The Most: Going with an old standard here and saying Pat Robertson.
46. Favorite Food(s)?: Potatoes
47. Who Is The Hottest Guy or Girl In The World?: I have a very short list.
48. What Is Your Favorite Salad Dressing?: Bleu Cheese.
49. When You Die, Do You Wanna Be Buried or Burned Into Ashes? I don’t care, as long as I end up on Craggy Dome.
50. Do You Believe In Aliens?: Absolutely.

51. If You Had The Chance To Professionally Do Something, What would You Do? I’m already a Professional Misanthropist.
52. Things You Obsess Over: Various artists, ideas, philosophies, theories, general weirdness
53. Favorite Day of the Week: Don’t bloody care.
54. An Authority Figure You Hate: The Feudal Mistress still tops the list.
55. Favorite Disney Movie: Bambi
56. What Is Your Favorite Season? Winter
57. What Toppings Do You Like On Your pizza? Cheese, with extra cheese, and cheese on the side.
58. Do You Like Your School Food Itself (As In The District Food): I never ate it.
59. If You Could Live Anywhere, Where Would You Live? Avebury, Wiltshire, UK
60. Favorite Thing(s) To Do On Weekends: Sleep, if I can accomplish it.

61. Favorite Magazine(s): Don’t have one.
62. Favorite Flower(s): White rose

63. Favorite Number(s): 5

64. Favorite Ice Cream flavor(s): Ben & Jerry’s Wavy Gravy

65. What Kind of Guys/Girls Are You Attracted to?: Dangerously intelligent, beautiful, talented, and hilarious.

66. What’s Your Most Embarrassing Moment? I inadvertently introduced myself to someone as his wife.

67. If You Could Change One Thing About Yourself What Would It be? I would be fearless.

68. Do You Eat Breakfast First Then Brush Your Teeth or Brush first ten eat breakfast: breakfast first.

69. Favorite Time of Day: Whenever I get to sleep.

70. Can A Guy and Girl Be Just “Best Friends?”: Why not?

71. Do You Ask The Girl/Guy Out Or Do You Wait For Them To Come To You?: I don’t go there anymore.

72. Do You Mind Paying For Sex? I never would.

73. What’s The Most Important thing In Someone’s Personality: Sentience

74. Do you have a pager or cell phone? Cell

75. Favorite Sport: Flambodious Butt-walking

76. What Was the Best Gift You Ever Received? Love

77. How Long Did This Letter Take You To Finish?: Not very long.

78. What Did You Listen To While Completing It?: Electric Light Orchestra’s Alone in the Universe.

79. Are you or would you like to be married in the near future (next 5 years)? NEGATIVE

80. Don’t u just hate how psychics never win the lottery? I hate it more than I don’t win the lottery. I hate psychics, especially the ones who claim to talk to your dead relatives.  They’re grifters who should be drawn and quartered.  The End.

tinhuviel: (Augury)
Here's the biog, which can also be seen on my Amazon page. <--- click for that link magick to happen. No html fuckery was allowed for this, so things that should be in bold or italics are not. Sorry about that.

Tracy Angelina Evans was born on 10 September, 1967, in Asheville, North Carolina, into a small family that had more in common with the Addams Family than the Waltons. Her father was a slightly off-center Jack of all artistic trades (radio DJ, photographer, writer, journalist, singer/songwriter, comic, and Japanese commercial actor - go figure), so it was convenient that his nickname was Jack. Her mother is a first generation Hippie, who adores artistic/crafty endeavours, reading, watching horror movies, and anything to having to do with nature and the animal kingdom. Her grandparents were Big Band Jazz musicians and singers (maternal grandparental units), painters and storytellers (paternal grandmother unit), and CIA operatives (paternal grandfather unit) in what was then West Germany. She was raised by her eccentric aunt, Tudi, and paternal grandmother unit in Asheville and, later, in Duncan, SC. She began artistic pursuits at the age of 4, when her grandmother told her to go draw flies. Too young to get the joke, her first pictures were of flies. The spiders came later to eat the overpopulation of flies. Webs were really fun to draw. She began writing animals stories around the age of 7, but switched to human-centered sci-fi stories at 13, when she heard the Electric Light Orchestra's album, Time.

Language and mythology became an important part of Tracy's education at an early age, and she was fascinated with religion. Early on, she wanted to be a preacher, but was told only men could do that. Then she wanted to be a nun, going around with a towel held to her head with a plastic mixing bowl to signify her cornette, but was told only Catholics could do that. Her mother was Jewish and her father was a non-practicing Southern Baptist, so the natural progression from these lofty origins, along with the dashing of original spiritual aspirations because of denomination and gender, is for the offspring to embrace Pagan and Pantheist philosophies, which became intertwined with her sci-fi sensibilities, the music prevalent in her life, and what little she could grasp of actual science, particularly physics and psychology.

In her junior year of high school, she chose to do a research paper on anti-Utopian societies, or Dystopian worlds, using A Brave New World and 1984 as the frame work for her paper. This turned her into a conspiracy theorist and affected the general tone of her writing from then on. During this time, too, she began building a personal myth around an ancient alien race that came to Earth before the rise of humanity. Part of the process of this creation was the invention of a new language, based loosely on the Indo-European family of languages with a hint of Finno-Ugric. (How, really, did two countries so far apart from one another end up sharing a root language, anyway? Finland? Hungary? What say you?)

At the age of 19, Tracy's genuine love of music, combined with her knowledge of a wide variety of musical genres, gave her the opportunity to work in the music industry starting in 1987. She left Wofford College to pursue this career. For almost a decade, she literally (using the correct definition of the word) got paid to sit and listen to music, during which she was allowed to read, write, draw, or anything else that did not deter from her job in the quality assurance department of what was then BMG/RCA Music Service. Another nine years with the company saw her going into music promotions, which drove her clinically mad.

Her Tarmian mythology got a metaphysical shot in the arm when Tracy began studying ancient Pagan religions and dabbling in the then still fresh New Age philosophies in 1990 and going forward.

Also in 1990, she discovered what would become her favourite music band, Shriekback. They would end up having a profound effect on every aspect of her own artistic endeavours. Thanks to her entering the virtual world of the Internet in 1998, she got to eventually meet some members of the band, and help to promote them and their music since 2000. They were kind enough to allow her to use lyrics from their songs as chapter lead-ins for her books.

After the death of her aunt in 2011, Tracy moved to San Diego to be closer to her mother, taking with her, her non-human friends Smidgen (a giant cat with a partially erect furry penis for a tail) and Toby (an obnoxious deer Chihuahua who had been abandoned at the veterinary hospital for which she briefly worked as a Vet Assistant), her music, book, and DVD collections, a few clothes, and her computer.

She is quite active online, maintaining a 12-year-old blog on Live Journal, called The Cliffs of Insanity, and sharing amusing and/or infuriating bits of info and images on her Facebook page. Besides writing and devouring copious amounts of music, she enjoys drawing badly, and is trying to learn how to use an art tablet. She also loves to read, watch movies (any genre but romance), make videos for You Tube (some vids for Shriekback, some vids to share songs that might not otherwise be available, like the more obscure Celtic folk tunes of Dougie MacLean and Talitha MacKenzie, and some funny bits and bobs, like The Tim Roth Tutorials), going to drum circles on the weekend to work out her djembe and get a contact high, and enthusiastically waiting for the End of the World. Over the past few years, comedy has also become of great import to her mental health. There's a reason why we have the cliché "laughter is the best medicine."

Tracy has a strong affinity for non-human Earthlings (camelids, reptiles, birds, and mantids, in particular) and was involved in cat rescue for some time in Duncan, SC. At one point, she was seeking homes for about thirty cats she had tamed and nursed back to health, earning her the title of Crazy Cat Lady in her neighbourhood. (All the cats were re-homed.) She has worked to rehabilitate many species, including a hypoglycaemic hummingbird, a family of opossums to whom she gave epic Nordic names for no reason whatsoever, and a variety of lizards. She is in love with a planet she sees aching under the yoke of human oppression, and would do anything to see that change. She claims to be a professional misanthrope, which is most often channelled into Cadmus Pariah, but she likes you. To the best of her knowledge, her lineage includes Welsh, Scottish, English, Jewish, Dutch, Hungarian, African, and Cherokee genes, making her a class A mongrel.

After years of change and countless reassessments of her belief system, Tracy is now more comfortable with the concept of Jungian archetypes and how they are recurring themes throughout human history. As it stands at the time of this writing, she's working on a fourth Vampire book, she's still a diehard Star Wars/Star Trek sci-fi/fantasy nerd, an apostle of JRR Tolkien's and Robert Anton Wilson's, an opinionated grouch, and a constant victim of synchronicity, which tends to spread the wealth of weirdness with anyone in close proximity. She has a short list of heroes that include Jeff Lynne, Carl Jung, Barry Andrews, Neil deGrasse Tyson, and Starhawk. She is also one of the 14 remaining people on Earth who dislikes Joss Whedon and that for which he stands, and has actually lost friends because of her opinion. If she had her druthers, Tracy would move to Avebury, Wiltshire, and groove on the ley lines' vibrations for the rest of her life.

She's absolutely certain that she is uncertain about everything, and that is most certainly a statement loaded with uncertainty.

At Buckingham Palace in 2006.
tinhuviel: (PSA)
So I went to see the incredibly handsome Dr. Pilch today. He changed my migraine medicine from Relpax to Maxalt, but wouldn't prescribe the hydrocodone that I typically take with the migraine medicine, still insisting that I need a pain management doctor for that. I've yet to be successful with that, so even though I told him I could not afford to continue going to urgent care each time I have a migraine, he said sorry, and sent me on my way.

When I have a full-blown migraine, it is crippling. I am not exaggerating. I can't get up without falling down. I can't see properly. I can't think. I am completely useless, moreso than usual. So I figure if I have a migraine that makes me feel like I'm dying, I'm not gonna take the migraine medicine, and I'm gonna see if the headache kills me. Hell, I might be having mini-strokes. Whatever it is, que sera sera, or however it's spelled.

One cool thing about the Maxalt: It's made in Swindon! I've concluded that nothing but groovy things come from Swindon. I wish I could visit there, but that's not gonna happen. I can't even visit the convenience store up the road unless I walk about two miles up there. They're open 24 hours a day, though, so I may try to make the journey in the middle of the night, and hope for the best.

I wish I could be more like [livejournal.com profile] popfiend.
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
The first Illuminati song I heard, it was released on the tribute album to the late Kevin Wilkinson in 2000 (if memory serves). The lyrics on this one were a Beast but Khanada, Trista, and B pulled ranks and won the day, so all's well that end's welll.

Photos used in the video are of the Yew trees at St. James Abson (see link in You Tube info), taken in May of 2006, I think a day or two at most before meeting B. So yeah, just a teeny personal Easter Egg to mark a moment. Sort of like the instantly recognisable "leopard yawns with breath like flowers" pic I made for "Big Sharp Teeth."

Anyways, go have a looksee/listen. We hopes you enjoys it, Precious.

Good Day

May. 25th, 2011 05:50 pm
tinhuviel: (Cadmus - Long Hair)
After 25 years of searching, I found my favourite Paul Young song. It's called "Ku-Ku Kurama" and it's just a totally quirky New Wave classic. I adore it.

After over a month of waiting and sitting here with $.42 to my name, which was appropriate since it's Towel Day, my retro SSI was deposited into my bank account. I can now pay my bills and actually live like a person with some dignity from now on. If everything turns out okay and I have enough dough left over, I'm taking a trip to England to see [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, [livejournal.com profile] paulpearson23, and Barry Andrews.

Speaking of Barry Andrews, I've been listening to "Despite Dense Weed" quite a bit today and realised that I'm exactly like Shenzi when it comes to this song and to Barry in general. The Shrieks give me the shivers, but I can't help but come back for more despite my fright. Barry is my Mufasa. Who'da thunk?

I'm almost ready to write more on "The Braid." I'm thinking of changing the mystery of Vampire's name from Molybdenum to Gethsemane. I think it has a lovely ring to it, and there is no indication of gender with the name. The name is also mentioned in a Stic Basin song, so there you go.

I've been out of Lyrica for a few days, so I've been in a bit of Fibro pain of late. My prescription was delivered to the house today, so I'm now Lyrica'd and joyful that I'm no longer paralysed with pain. That's always a good thing.

If I'm lucky, I'll be taking a picture of a baby opossum that has been visiting the cat food tray every night. He's about the size of my hand, and he's so cute. His hiss is so quiet, you can barely hear it, but he's getting used to my presence, so I think it'll be okay to take a couple of pictures without scaring him tonight.

Right now, I'm listening to "Sexthinkone" by Shriekback. It's one of Carl Marsh's classics. I've come to appreciate Carl Marsh a great deal more than I used to. His contribution to the Shrieks is invaluable.

I finally broke down and joined Tumblr. I'm Tinhuviel over there. I'm thinking of posting pictures of actors I want to play my various characters from The Vampire Relics. I think that'd be pretty interesting and, who knows? The actors I want may actually contact me and show an interest in the books.
tinhuviel: (Cymru)
A couple of years ago, I heard that it may be possible to live overseas and still draw disability. If this is the case, I am hying myself to England or Wales as quickly as I possibly can. Of course, I'm taking Aunt Tudi with me and will have to wait the six months to quarantine the beasties. Ideally, I'd like to live in the West Country because it's the most inspirational for me. Avebury, Swindon, some village near Stonehenge. Anywhere. I'm not picky, as long as it's the UK. Rhyl, Cymru would be cool too. The mythical land of Rhylla, the land of the Tarmi, comes from Rhyl.

I've already written the Federal Benefits Unit in London to get information regarding this. If this turns out to my favour, my status as an expatriate will be official as soon as humanly possible. What a dream come true it would be to go back home to the UK, be amongst friends, and find in the countryside my true heart.
tinhuviel: (Gothtin)
A picture of Avebury in the Winter. This is such a beautiful village and it's so full of Earth energy. The stone circles just vibrate with Magick. I miss this place like an ache in my soul.

tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
Aunt Tudi and I went to Horizon to sell some CDs and books, just to be on the safe side, to stay afloat. I'm not nearly as ambivalent about selling my music as I used to be, thanks to the wonderful power of iPodery. I'm all "here's my tunes, but I still got them, la la la." Horizon is attached to a place called the Bohemian Cafe. Since Aunt Tudi and I had been out most all day, we decided to pop into the cafe for something to drink. What we found on the menu, though, almost made me have a hissy fit. In the appetizers was the house cheese platter, featuring Drunken Goat Cheese, Sage Cheese, and ... STILTON APRICOT CHEESE. I've been wanting Stilton Cheese since May of 2006. That's four years, dude, four long years. While Gene looked through what we had to sell, Aunt Tudi and I treated ourselves to the cheese platter. Even Aunt Tudi liked the Stilton Cheese. She just didn't like the sausages I guess. We immersed ourselves in cheesy goodness, garnished with crackers. Aunt Tudi drank coffee and I had an blackberry Italian soda. Heaven. Absolute heaven. If we ever have the fundage for another round at the Bohemian Cafe's cheese, we are so going back.


Sep. 6th, 2010 12:25 pm
tinhuviel: (T and B)
I've been dreaming a lot of moving from the Armpit back to Asheville, or to England. The English dreams are much more vivid. I put most everything I own into storage and have two cases and a dufflebag to begin my new life. I've arranged to stay at a hotel in Swindon, where [livejournal.com profile] falkenna is there to share the room and teach me the English way of life. Neither Aunt Tudi nor the animals are in this dream. It's like I'm a free bird, who's flown home. I check the papers for rooms or cottages available in Avebury and yammer with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna that I need to cross paths with Stuart Rowe and Barry Andrews before leaving Swindon. It's all so very real and surreal at the same time. This is an instant where a dream truly is nothing but just that ~ a dream.
tinhuviel: (T and B)
I haven't proofread one damned word today. Personally, I think it may be some sort of psychological block that, once I've proofed the manuscript, the trilogy will actually be over. It's like sending your kid off to boarding school or your pet to a kennel for an extended period of time. I've lived with and loved so many of these characters for so long, I'm really not certain what I'll do without them. I guess I could write some drabbles and have Vampire short-story book, but I don't want something like that to be a detriment to the trilogy as a whole.

I could be doing the song-by-song for Barry, but I haven't the words for that yet. I still need to give the songs more of an intensive listen. Plus, he sprang an unexpected song on me just today, thus increasing the work, and this isn't even the songs that Carl is contributing. Someday, I'm gonna have to sit down with Mr. Marsh and enlighten him as to his influence on my naming my main Relics character. I think he'll be amused. He seems quite the affable sort. Martyn is the shy one. Dave is intimidating. And Barry is Barry.

Two bananas. Two bananas and some peanut butter are what I've had to eat since 5 this morning. I'd go for something more substantial, but I cannae be sussed. Every time I think of food, I go all o_0 and say "noooo thank youuu..." But I'd pinch you for some french fries right now. Chip-style on the Brighton coastline. Ohhhhh, I miss England! I could subsist on their sausages and chips until I die of artery cloggage (<---new word). I want to eat the Salmon of Knowledge avec le sauce hollaindaise. Instead, I'll drink rootbeer and think of Paul wishing he could get some. It's not fair. We should all have the opportunity to obtain the things we wish to have.

There is a kebab place down the street now. I'll have to check it out if I ever get any bloody money! The place is called Doner Kebab and it's a little kiosk set up right in front of Ingles grocery. It intrigues me because it reminds me of the food kiosks in England.

I swear, I'm more homesick for England now than I was in 2006. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna says it gets no better. I just want my writing career to take off so I can run off to the West Country and write to my heart's content. I'd be willing to make just about any sacrifice to make that happen.


Apr. 29th, 2010 05:29 pm
tinhuviel: (Luthien Tinuviel)
[livejournal.com profile] brujah prompted me with this: Describe the word home, the feelings associated with it, and the people and places you pin to the word.

Wow, this is deep.

Home, to me, is a place where I can embrace my inner naturalists without fear of retribution. Yes, I run about nekkid a lot at home, so shut up. But home in the deeper sense of the word speaks to me in the sounds of the ocean and the whisper of faint breezes. Home is never too hot that it sucks out your will to live and never too cold that you feel as though the grave haunts your very breath. It sings of rolling hills that could easily hide Hobbit holes and honoured tombs of heroes long forgotten by the loveless ones. It's a land that harbours soft-spoken artists and echoes of merry laughter at any whim it fancies.

In 2006 I visited my home. It was England, My Lionheart. Someday, I'll make it back, but my ticket will only be one way.

A Cuppa

Mar. 14th, 2010 09:09 am
tinhuviel: (Super Sane T)
I awoke, fed the dogs, gave Aunt Tudi her insulin shot, then put on a pot of hot water.

This is a tradition in the Evans household. We always feed the dogs, attend to the the medicine, then prepare the water for a cuppa. Aunt Tudi drinks coffee. I have tea. For some time now, thanks to [livejournal.com profile] gunslingaaahhh, I've had Earl Grey Tea. This tea makes me homesick for Britain. I can see myself getting up in the morning, coming down the narrow stairs, tromping through the living room and into the kitchen. I'd make sure the cats had food and put the tea kettle on. While I waited for the water, I'd butter some toast. The kettle would whistle and I'd start the process of steeping the tea while I waited on the toast. Once the tea and toast was ready, I'd repair to the living room to check email, pet the cats, listen to some music, and drink my tea.

This would inspire me to write on my book and be all English and whatnot.

I don't know. I'm dreaming. I so desperately want to live in the West Country, it's utterly ridiculous. I want to hear the ice cream man come by playing the theme song for Monty Python. I want to practice rituals on the Uffington White Horse and meditate after climbing the Giant's Stair. I thought the feeling would fade with time. But it's been almost four years now and my longing is deeper and more intense than ever.

And all this grows with a cuppa tea each morning.
tinhuviel: (Default)
On Thursday, Aunt Tudi and I had the fortune of meeting up with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, [livejournal.com profile] janalyson, [livejournal.com profile] paulpearson23, and Jan's daughter Jennifer. We met up at the Espresso Cafe for coffee. Everyone had some sort of coffee except for Tallis (she had Chai) and me (I had root beer ~ no caffeine). Tallis and Paul were in from England and her sister Jan and Jennifer were driving them about for various holiday festivities. This was the first time Tallis had been back in the States for Christmas in 25 years, so it was a particularly monumental time for her. They're here through the first week of the new year I do believe.

We talked about all sorts of things: England, SC, NC, naked mole rats, The Joker Blogs, centipedes, millipedes, medications, The Blood Crown, Barry Andrews (I bet his hears were burning off!), young Finn, and Aunt Tudi read her poetry...which gave the place a real coffee house vibe. And Tallis and Paul gave me a gift. Paul named him and I had to draw lips on him to make him the new mascot for the First Church of the Alpaca Lips. Behold Barack Ollama, the mascot for the Alpaca Lips!


We yapped, yammered, and chattered until one of the coffee house staff came up and told us they were closing and we had to leave, so we were essentially kicked out. Ha! But we got in about three good hours of fellowship and bonding so that's really cool. It was great to see them all again and it made me really homesick for England. I had to watch Mr. Brooks, even though I have the song on iTunes, so I could hear young Finn at the end of the movie. Even though I've never met him, I feel like I know the kid. When...not if...when I go back to England (for good), I'll meet him, and I'll hang out with Tallis and Paul more often than than a few hours every three or four years.

The Aching

Jul. 28th, 2008 05:41 pm
tinhuviel: (Herne_Moon)
A day doesn't pass that I don't miss England. But some days are worse than others. Today is such a day. The journey I made to England was more than a mere holiday. It was a religious pilgrimage, a trip to reconnect with old friends, and a quest to face and (at least try to) allay "ridiculous fears." May 2006 will forever reside in a precious sanctuary in my heart. I carry the treasure of England within me, kindling the flame therein for the time I can allow it to burn brightly upon my return to my true home.

Unlike a lot of people who travel to a "foreign" land, I suffered no culture shock in the least. It was like I fell naturally into the ebb and flow of life in England, and I actually had a harder time readjusting to life here in the States after only a week and a few days of being gone. Honestly, I'm still having adjustment issues two years after the fact. I was irreversibly changed by England and the experiences She gave to me. There's no way I'll ever be able to sufficiently repay [livejournal.com profile] falkenna for her opening her door to Aunt Tudi and me, making it possible for me to take a trip I would otherwise have been unable to take.

England is expensive, more so now than when Aunt Tudi and I visited, mainly thanks to the poor showing of American currency. There's no way I could have afforded to go had it not been for [livejournal.com profile] falkenna's abundant hospitality and her willingness to cart her wide-eyed friend hither and yon. To be able to take safe harbour in a wholly Pagan house was a true blessing in and of itself. And to meet and face my Greatest Fear whilst cradled in sacred space was incredibly fortunate for me.

The next time I go to England, it will be to stay. I've already decided on that. I'm not certain where I'll eventually settle, but I do know I'm welcome in a number of places (Brighton, Suffolk, Swindon, and London). I want to visit or revisit them all and connect to my friends, whom I consider also my family. More than likely, though, I'll probably find a permanent home in Wales, on the West Coast, where past life memories call out to me and make the aching for Home a tangible entity. I know that [livejournal.com profile] falkenna is keen on my visiting Scotland and I definitely have a need to go there, but Wales lives in me on a literal cellular level. When it's time to turn in, come the evening, I want to draw my shutters on a Welsh world.

For now, though, I have to see to my everyday duties of life and work toward that day when I say goodbye to America for good, returning to England to ease that ache of homesickness that never quite leaves me, and never will until my feet land once more on British soil.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Wave)
We had to be up early as our flight out was at 11:56 AM and we had to be at the airport 2 hours prior for, for lack of a better word, processing. 7 AM came too soon for someone who last looked at the clock a mere two hours before. I was beaten down and Aunt Tudi was worse than me, her spine snapped in at least 14 places thanks to all the mad travel. It would have been nice to stay put for a couple more days just to recover from it all and spend more time with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna. We didn't even clean up much, deciding to impose our misery upon our fellow passengers, especially if any of them had small children with little to no parental supervision. A pox on all their houses I say! Yea and verily.

Right before we left for Gatwick, I came through on my promise to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna to sing for her. After doing that and getting all verklempt with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, we hit the road right on time. The security at Gatwick was seriously more forgiving than at any American airport. I thought I heard one of the employees tell a passenger to not forget his semi-automatic. That's not true. I'm kidding. But, seriously, Aunt Tudi had no problem getting through security at Gatwick. Everyone was kind and understood that she was a disabled woman who wore orthopaedic shoes.

We said our last goodbyes to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and climbed aboard the airplane for the long flight home.

As far as security, everything changed when we got to Cleveland. I had no problem, but Aunt Tudi, because she was wearing thick-soled shoes and riding in an airport wheelchair, was taken to one side and frisked so much that everyone had to have a cigarette afterward. Once we got through that, we had to go through customs. It wasn't a problem except for the wait. After that, it was time to make the long trek to our gate. We had 30 minutes. The airport employee who was pushing Aunt Tudi had had a hip replacement and carried himself with an atrocious limp, but he was so fast I literally had to scamper along to keep up. Imagine my dismay when we passed a Ben & Jerry's kiosk and I saw that they were selling........


Yes, they'd resurrected the flavour and had it featured in the Cleveland airport. I couldn't stop to buy any then because I had to keep up with Mecha-Wheelchair-Man. Once we got to our gate, I told Aunt Tudi I was going back for some Wavy Gravy. I only had 10 minutes and the kiosk was, oh...a mile and a half away! But I was willing to take the risk. I flagged down one of the electric carts and he had me to the B&J place in no time. I bought two pints. YES, TWO PINTS. And I ran back to our gate only to find that our flight had been delayed because the attendant that was to be on our plane was on another delayed flight.

So Aunt Tudi and I slurped on Ben & Jerry's Wavy Gravy for an hour until we could finally fly the friendly skies again. It was well after 6 PM EST and we were both running on 2 hours sleep for the past 36 hours, or thereabout. We were only a little over an hour away from home and, boy howdy, we were ready to get there! The flight was uneventful. Both of us tried to snooze a little, but it just didn't work out. I've never been so happy to land at GSP.

I called Janice to let her know we'd just landed and she headed our way to pick us up, but she got caught in a traffic jam on I-85, so we had to wait a while outside for her to arrive. When she did, I had to fight hugging her and kissing my car. I really really really REALLY needed to get home. On the way, we stopped at a convenience store for a loaf of bread, a gallon of milk, and a box of macaroni and cheese.

Once home, I made us the mac & cheese and then we both passed flat out.

I know it sounds like I was happy to get home and away from England, but that can't be further from the truth. I just wanted to lie the fuck down! I was tired and low on psychic energy. I could live in England, no doubt about it. Moreso, I could live in Wales! But I couldn't think about any of that on the 18th of May. All that was on my mind was collapsing in my bed and falling into a coma.

So ends my Travel Journal for the England trip. As Eddie Izzard would say, "I do like to end the show with a kind of 'Oh' feeling, and I think I've done that quite well."

tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
Wednesday 17 May, 2006

At night the city is no more full of dreams than at any other time. That's where people go wrong. They think that the daytime city, full of money and work and people who know where they're going, is the real one. But I look all the time for the real city, and I know it's not as simple as that. It's not simple at all. You might think you might find it by digging holes or staring at the pavement, but it's not there in the mud and stone and brick. The real city is alive and breathing. You can look for it in the buildings, in the way they're built and why, and how they look in the light; what someone called the spectacle organised by architecture. But how could that be the real city? The real city is not organised by anyone. It just uses certain places to make itself seen, and the best architects know this and don't overreach themselves. I don't know about the people. They seem to be living some great truth, like the dance of atoms and, of course, it's not anything they understand individually. But still, you could investigate them, follow a few threads of their lives, their friends and those they work with. You could even find out what remains of their ancestors, and you'd be no closer to the thing that moves and connects them. It is that which gives me a feeling I've never known before. I'll call it a religious feeling, 'cos I've no other word for it. When I see all of this, this city, full of light and sound, and there's so much that you can't even imagine knowing all of it, so beautiful and so hideous all at once. It's then I start to think there might be a new god that only lives in cities. It's not every day you discover a new god, especially such a powerful, ambivalent one. Sometimes a drunken, stinking, dangerous god, certainly. But still, the correct response to a god, or goddess, any kind, is worship. I don't care what anyone says, and that's what I want to do. I feel like Saint Joan must have felt when she heard her voices: like a blasphemer. But I think we could do with more gods, not less, and I'll take that chance. And, of course, the presence of a god makes the city a sacred place, which is what I always felt anyway. Look at it, just look at it. How could it not be?
Shriekback "3am (Search for the Naked City)"
written by Barry Andrews with London in mind.

I understood this on a certain level long before I came to London. I caught of sense of it when I went to New York City my first time, when I was six years old. And, although Asheville is a mere speck in the scheme of things when compared to cities like NYC and London, I felt a deep connection with the soul of my home town, and still do when I'm fortunate enough to visit. I even wrote a poem that predates Sacred City by six or seven years called "The City Sings" (under the pen name Mahalia Bergestonian, my Jewish Gospel alter-ego.....long story.....), and it expresses the same sentiment as does the concept album, but on a less eloquent and mature level. So I related to the message of the album until I entered into London...and then I grokked Sacred City.

The Barnes Cottage )

When we came back in from the garden, Nick produced a map of all the London bus routes and gave [livejournal.com profile] falkenna some tips on how to get where we wanted to go. We got Aunt Tudi in the wheelchair and headed down to one of the local shops to purchase day passes for the bus. After that, we hopped on the bus to Westminster and began our day in London.

The Touristy Bits )

[livejournal.com profile] falkenna texted Barry earlier to let him know we were in London. He texted back to let us know he was in the throws of family issues and couldn't get away at the moment, but he'd try later on and would let us know. That was around 3 PM. It was now around 5 PM, so we decided to make our way to Whitechapel in order to beat the traffic and ensure that we weren't late for the Ripper Walk, which began at 7 PM. We were all parched and hungry, so we popped into a pub nearby and got us some beverage and Chicken Yakatori. Basically, it tasted like chicken teriyaki on sticks that is, chicken teriyaki kebabs. Verily, did we all nosh with enthusiasm. We left the pub around 6:30 and hopped the bus to the place where the Ripper Walk was to commence. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna checked her phone and had a message from Barry saying that he was exhausted and was sorry to bail on us, but he needed to go home. Ah well, such is life. To be honest, I wasn't sure I could have handled going on a Jack the Ripper walking tour with Barry Andrews. There's something not quite kosher about the mere idea of it. No. ::wibbles::

In the Jungle of the Senses, Tinkerbell and Jack the Ripper.... )

We arrived back at the cottage around 11 PM, tired, wet, and a little on edge. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna hates the city and Aunt Tudi isn't too very fond of large cities herself. Me? I could have stayed there and wandered about forever....just not in Whitechapel, dig.

We told Stevie and Nick about our day and, somehow, the conversation became a debate about the difference in British and American aid to the poor or disenfranchised. This was perpetrated by the edgie duet themselves, [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and Aunt Tudi. Me? I just sat there and gave Stevie and Nick the "roly eyeball" and twiddled my thumbs. When Midnight struck, we bid the men adieu and headed back to Brighton.

It was nigh onto 2 AM when we got home. Even though I was tired, I was also energised by the presence of the city in my mind. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna was perplexed that a misanthrope such as myself could enjoy being in such a vastly populated place. I tried to explain that it wasn't the people necessarily, but the human energy over all. To me, London was like a gigantic organism with a very thin epidermis that one can ease through to find the wonders therein. A city that large, like New York, which falls into this category, but not as strongly as London, at some point no longer depends on humans as individuals; rather, it is its own Being, powered by the energy drawn from the human whole from which it feeds. It's a living thing filled with mysteries waiting patiently to be discovered by the right explorer. I hope to someday go back and do just that, be an explorer of the greater mysteries. I'll leave [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and Aunt Tudi behind, and they'll thank me for it, 'cos they're just not cut out for roaming about and watching to see what happens. Give them the countryside and they will be happy.

After eating a bite, we all bid each other a good night, and Aunt Tudi and I retired to our room to pack for the trip home the next day.

The final chapter, hopefully later on today, after I've gotten a couple hours of sleep....good god it's 4:10 in the morning! Kill me now.
tinhuviel: (Bazzer)
Sea theory in the disco
One of many theories of the sea
Everybody's songs are never-ending till they're gone
Carve a little pleasure out of me.

sea theory )

Graham is in his 30s, but he looks like a 20-something. I felt really guilty that I found him so adorable, thinking that I was robbing the cradle, if only in my mind. I felt much better having found out he wasn't much younger than I. Once we'd hooked up with Graham, B suggested we go to a pub, so off we went. nickleback, keyboards and fellini )

We found ourselves at the Fortune of War pub. The music in there was mind-numbingly loud. We found the quietest spot in the pub, but that's not saying much. Nick bought the first round of drinks, then Barry. I had Guinness, like I do. We made toasts and drank like little fishies while we chattered about all manner of stuff. While B was gone for drinks, Stevie asked me how I happened to meet Barry. So I told him about it. the pub crawl and goodbyes )

All was calm now. Aunt Tudi had gone back upstairs and I hopped online to declare that I lived still, much to the dismay of many. While I was doing this, [livejournal.com profile] falkenna came in and sang me the song that she performed at Stevie and Nick's wedding. This ended a most eventful day perfectly. There was much peace in her voice and peace was what permeated us and the house as a whole. My soul was smiling. It still is.

Travel Journal 10 will be about London.
tinhuviel: (Dark Eyes)
there will be tours – always there are tours – and we will go as far as we possibly can, and take you with us if you want. Till the batteries conk out; till we overflow and until Shriekback says ‘Fed up with that, do something else.’ This is the way we feed the fire; feed ourselves; get sperm everywhere; bury our dead; contact the living; come the heavy statement; maxima incendare; to the elbow and beyond; Shriek without end.

After a few minutes of ingesting magickal nerve-calming/numbing Champagne, the conversation began to pick up. conversation )

More on the Southern thing.... Over the years of listening to Shriekback and B's solo material, there was one thing of which I was undeniably certain: Barry Andrews had a fascination with Southern religious traditions and, in particular, Gospel music. You can hear it in "Sticky Jazz," "Runnomore," "A Kind of Fascination," "Contract Song," and more recently, "My New Religion." For godssake, the Temple of the Holy Swarm and its various samples of testimony drip with the honey of Southern Gospel! I'd mentioned it to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna just a few days before while we were zipping to Bristol and listening to music on Orpheus and iGor. So it came as no surprise when B piped up and said he'd always wanted to go to some Southern churches and soak up a big load of Gospel music. When I told him he was more than welcome to come over and we'd do just that, he grinned really big. And, when B grins, his entire head turns into a giant smile. You have to grin along with him. There's no escaping.

Food, Music, and a Need for the Ocean )

It wasn't long after the strawberries were finished that Barry expressed a desire to walk on the ocean. The weather was a bit misty and chilly, so there was question as to whether or not we should. I was game, 'cos I love weather like that. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna brought out some coats for everyone, I put on my sweater, and B put on the "333 I'm only half evil" tee shirt I gave him underneath the tee he already had on. All bundled up, we piled into Nick and Stevie's car and headed off to the beach.

(More to come.....)
tinhuviel: (Dark Eyes)
The day with Barry, Stevie, Nick, and Graham will have to be broken down in more than one post. I'm having issues with trying to write it all down and have pretty much run out of time to do it all tonight. There will be more tomorrow, of course.

Tuesday 16 May ~ Face to Face with Barry Andrews

I didn't sleep well the night before. The one nerve afforded me after having left The Pit was niggling and twitching so viciously, I could barely stand myself. My psyche was awash in anxiety, abject fear, and disbelief. I literally could not wrap my mind around the fact that I was about to meet the man who had so affected, inspired, and terrified me over the past sixteen years. I seemed incapable of making the jump from Aunt Tudi saying to me one morning, "I got a video you may be interested in. There's a blue guy in a toga in it" to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna saying "Stevie, Nick, and Barry should be arriving around 3 this afternoon."

making preparation for the whipcrack time )

[livejournal.com profile] falkenna had about thirty minutes to relax when she got a phone call. It was Barry Andrews on the phone, letting her know that they were in Brighton and just a few minutes away, should they grab a bite before coming on or was she providing food? She told him to come on, that there was plenty to eat at the house. We were down to a bare few minutes now. I began to pace, fidget, and essentially behave like a half-mad bear in a poorly-maintained inner city zoo.

Aunt Tudi came down so she could meet and greet with our esteemed guests. She didn't have to wait for very long. Shortly after 3 PM, there came a knock at the door. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna answered it and in walked Stevie, Nick, and....Barry Andrews. My panic level went into meltdown and I became utterly still inside. It was like tharn at the speed of light. Miss "I'm all business and run a website for this person" kicked in and I extended my hand in formal greeting. He took it and pulled me to him to hug me.

your ridiculous fears, I know how to allay them )

A toast was made, but I can't remember what it was or who made it. By then I was pretty much in shock, so I'm still remembering moments about this day a week later. Anyway, flutes were clinked together and drinking ensued. And, verily, it was good.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Sexy)
Sunday 14 May

Surprisingly, I was the first adult up Sunday morning. Eleri, being a kid, got up quite early and was enjoying TV when I walked into the living room. She said that [livejournal.com profile] falkenna had been up earlier, but went back to bed. So I won by default, like it was ever a competition in the first place, but whatever.

The initial plan for this day was for us to head out a little early and go to Bath for the day. but did we go? )

Monday 15 May
Monday went exactly as planned. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna prepared another delicious English country breakfast, replete with sausages, bacon, eggs, and toast. I want to miniaturise myself and just camp out on a plate full of English breakfast food. I’d live in a tee-pee and come out occasionally to nibble at the end of a sausage and roll around in the grease.

the goings-on of the day )

After stuffing ourselves like Christmas geese, Aunt Tudi, [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, and I wibbled back to the house where I once again engaged in an overabundance of Barry Angst until I finally passed out. When I woke up, it would be Tuesday, the Day I Met the Bald One.


May. 22nd, 2006 09:13 pm
tinhuviel: (Unemployment)
Some may call me unbelievably foolish, especially in this day and age of financial uncertainty, but I literally took the last of my money and went around $800 in debt to go to England. When Aunt Tudi and I returned home, we came back to a virtually empty bank account and no idea of how we were going to replenish it. Aunt Tudi was the first in line to call me daft for doing what I did. Her level of worry attempted to rub off on me at times, but I refused to succumb. Before we left for Blighty, I told Aunt Tudi that I had a feeling that I would be employed soon after we got back to the States. My words, verbatim: "We may have a skinny two weeks to a month until I pull in a pay check but, after that, everything will be just fine. I'll pay off whatever debt we incur during the trip and will be able to save up for school in August as well as have grocery and gas money. Things are going to be fine and this is the only chance we have to go to England and have an honest-to-goddess vacation." So Aunt Tudi set aside her worries and had faith in me and my faith in my feeling.

Today I got a call from Ron at National Hearing Centers offering me the assistant office manager position for which I interviewed the week before we left for England. This is the only interview I've had since I lost my job in The Pit. It's the only job I vaguely pursued. I was certain I wouldn't get the job because Ron wanted to hire someone posthaste and I made it clear that I wasn't available until after returning from England. He told me on the phone that he waited for me to get back home to offer me the job because, of all the folks he interviewed, he was most impressed with me, that my personality was perfect for the position and my work history with BMG was evident that I was a dedicated employee. I was the type of person he needed for the job, so waiting a little while longer to fill it was worth it. Not only was I flabbergasted by this, but I was also very flattered by his words. I often feel like I come across as someone with the personality of a garden stick. It's nice to know that's not the case all of the time.

I start on Thursday, going in to observe for the rest of this week, but my actual training doesn't begin until next week. He's letting me start this week in order to get me a pay check a week earlier. How cool is that? And my training is in Asheville, so I'll get to go home for a couple of days and stay in a hotel. I'm taking Aunt Tudi with me 'cos I don't want to leave her by herself for that long and this will be a chance for her to commune with home while I'm at work in training. I'm sure she'll be toodling about town on public transport, rekindling the memories of childhood and young adulthood.

By the end of next month I will be out of debt again. I'll have health insurance that won't cost me a buttload, like the Cobra is right now. I'll have dental insurance again, and a new retirement plan. My hours should be flexible enough that I can attend school part time, and I'll be pulling in more money that I did in The Pit because all the debt will be gone. If all goes as planned, this means I can save up and maybe go back to England in a year or two, much sooner than I thought, if I ever got to go back at all that is.

Verily do I feel charmed. I can't remember a time when whatever I needed didn't present itself at the precise time it was needed. Folks in the past have whispered that I must be Witch. Well yeah, I am, but even I have no idea how or why things like this happen to/for me. They just do and, for that, I am eternally grateful. My only regret is that Aunt Tudi's birthday is on Wednesday and she's gonna have to spend the majority of it by herself. I'll definitely make it up to her though. I'll take her out to wherever she wants to go for dinner tomorrow, and take her to a movie, and do whatever else she wants to do this weekend. It'll be cool.

I guess I need to retire my "VNEMPLOYED IN ROME" icon now.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
It took me forever to upload everything, but it's done now. For each picture, there's a link to the subfile of which it is a part. If anyone is so inclined, click and go see.

pictures of England )
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
We slept in at Steve's on Saturday. It had to happen that way, there was no choice. After going like Energizer bunnies all day Thursday, then getting up early Friday and being on the road the entire day, the inevitability of jet lag and exhaustion dictated that Aunt Tudi and I sleep late. And I dreamed.
I dreamt that Steve ran a small comic book shop out of which he also worked as a don in the Mafia. As a show of strength within the organisation, he killed Frank Sinatra and left him displayed with a large apple in his mouth. His daughter Eleri was very proud of her dad and bragged to many a person that he had overcome Sinatra and taken over the Mafia. After leaving the comic book shop, [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, Aunt Tudi, my aunt Felice, and I came out of the subway station into New York City. I found a large clump of grass, which I pulled out of the ground and began using to beat Felice about the head and shoulders, telling her to stop harassing and rushing Aunt Tudi, that I had had enough of it. After running her off, I asked [livejournal.com profile] falkenna where we were going next.

End of dream. Hm...

Strangely, I found out the next day that Steve used to frequent a comic book shop in his younger days and that it was instrumental in the formation of his circle of friends of which he is still a part to this day. I do not believe that he is involved in any Mafioso activities.

Once we finally drug our sad arses out of bed, Steve provided chocolate croissants and rich coffee for our breakfasting delight. We got cleaned up, dressed, and we hit the road shortly after Noon. Our first stop of the day was to be the site of Avebury in Wiltshire. Steve, being an expert on what is known of Pagan Britain, imparted priceless insight on the ancient area, as well as invoking breathtaking energies on site.

Avebury. Avebury.....it echoes.... )

Right nearby and visible from certain points at Avebury is Silbury Hill. It's been a week and I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that human beings made this hill and that you can still see the spiral that twists around it. Made in Neolithic times, the hill was fashioned with rudimentary tools like deer antlers, and is believed to be a monument to the Great Mother. I instantly saw it in two ways: 1) as a great breast rising out of the Earth, forever ready to feed and nurture Her children or 2) the pregnant swell of the Great Mother, representing Her eternal fertility. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna explained that the valley surrounding Silbury Hill tends to flood during the rainy seasons so, sometimes, all you can see is the great hill rising above a giant pool of water. I would very much like to witness that firsthand someday.

After leaving Wiltshire, we went on to the Uffington White Horse. For those who are unsure what this is, you need only look at the cover of XTC's English Settlement. This was the first time I ever saw the White Horse and, after some library research, I learned that the White Horse was oft-times associated with the Goddess Epona, whom I've always loved dearly. Honestly, I didn't think we could get anywhere near the White Horse, but I was wrong.

senses working overtime )

By this time, we were all pretty hungry, so it was time to go find food. This was the evening when Aunt Tudi and I were to experience a proper English pub, so it was off to the White Hart near Steve's home in Wick.

Earlier in the day, in Avebury, we had dropped into the Red Lion for a quick drink to tide us over. Just like the Red Lion and the other pubs I went into after this evening, the White Hart had this undeniable cosy atmosphere about it. The lighting was low and perfectly complemented the rich wood and cloth decor. There was music, but it wasn't so loud as to distract the patrons. Fortune of War was the only pub that had godawful loud music, so loud as to make your eyes bleed.

Let's see if I can remember what we all had to eat....

  • [livejournal.com profile] falkenna had the lamb shank with veggies.

  • Steve had the pie of the day: beef and mushroom.

  • Eleri had the children's steak and potatoes.

  • Aunt Tudi had salmon cakes with new whole potatoes and a side of buttermilk batter-dipped onion rings.

  • I had a cheese and English bacon omelette with chips.

The one thing I adore about English cuisine is that they serve potatoes with just about everything. I'm a total potato whore, so it just thrilled the piss out of me to have potatoes at my fingertips everywhere I turned. I'd never had potatoes with eggs before. Next time I have an omelette, there will be potatoes involved.

The main subject of dinner conversation was politics. As I suspected, politicians suck worldwide, especially if they're in league with the likes of Dubya. I knew that [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and I saw eye-to-eye on most things, except she's not as convinced that 9-11 was a governmental conspiracy as I am. Steve is also on the same page as the rest of us. It's always heartening to be in the company of people who actually think for themselves.

We left the White Hart going on 10 PM, heading back to Steve's house to collapse for the evening. Aunt Tudi went on to bed when we got there, but I stayed up to way beyond 2 AM, watching more Bill Bailey with the gang. Steve got in the fray of telling jokes and being generally humourous, which was a joy, and [livejournal.com profile] falkenna got him to sing a naughty little song about a vicar and a frog. With the singing of that song, we retired for the night, full of good food and good magick.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Wave)

  • The Hearse Curse followed me, alarming [livejournal.com profile] falkenna when she saw 3 hearses in less than 48 hours. She couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a hearse.

  • English roundabouts are maddening and convinced me that I would never drive again if I lived in Britain. I'd just sit at home and hope someone would bring me food.

  • Virgoan anal-retentiveness will always overcome neurotic phobias. Case in point: after about thirty minutes of being distracted by a piece of glitter on Barry's chin, I could take it no longer and told him about the shiny bit just sitting there, glinting and blinking and shimmering. He tried to wipe it off to no avail. Desperate to be rid of the distracting bit, I asked if I could get it, reached over and plucked it off his chin. Problem solved, back to the conversation, yay.

  • Sarah Champion has released a song in Britain that goes "I wish I was a punk rock girl with flowers in my hair." I'm now keen on finding it on iTunes or Kazaa. So far, no joy, but I will prevail.

  • Despite certain differences between American life and British life, I'm certain I could live in Britain without too many problems with adjustment. The main thing for me would be to find a flat with a shower. Otherwise, I would end up being more French than American or British, if'n you know what I mean.

  • Aunt Tudi was a massive hit with Barry Andrews, who seemed to be quite smitten with her thick Southern accent.

  • I saw an inordinate amount of canines in England, but spotted only two cats. Either all the cats are house cats over there, or Brits just prefer dogs.

  • Stilton sausages make me weep with joy.

  • According to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, the sea gulls in Brighton are so large because they thrive on a diet of chips and will actually rough people up and take away their chips if the people aren't vigilant. Heh....gangsta gulls.

  • I heard songs on Virgin radio that were never played during their heyday on American radio, like "The Whole of the Moon" by the Waterboys. I may listen to the radio again if I had Virgin radio. But I don't, so it's iGor for me.

  • [livejournal.com profile] falkenna showed me a performance of "All Along the Watchtower" by early Punk-era XTC. This was before Andy Partridge had gone all cuddly and pastoral. Barry hasn't changed since 1979 except he has no hair now. Spooky.

  • The first meal Aunt Tudi and I had upon returning home was boxed macaroni and cheese made by yours truly. Only [livejournal.com profile] falkenna will understand the profundity of this act.

  • The first movie I watched upon returning home was Deliverance. What a homecoming!

  • Many of the locations where Jack the Ripper did his *work* have been demolished or covered over, but local children write Jack-centric graffiti on the city walls, mostly in reference to "The Juwes."

  • English weather is the BEST EVAR.

tinhuviel: (Union Jack Wave)
(Still Friday 12 May, 2006, same day as Stonehenge and Cas Gwent)

After walking in awe in the shadow of Chepstow Castle, Aunt Tudi and I piled into [livejournal.com profile] falkenna's car and headed for Bristol where there lies a village called Wick. In Wick there lives [livejournal.com profile] falkenna's ex-husband Steve and his 9-year-old daughter Eleri. They were kind enough to extend their hospitality to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, Aunt Tudi, and me, offering us food and a place to sleep for the weekend. And oh!! what food!

When we got there around 8 PM, Steve had concocted a most incredible curry. By his taste, it was mild, but quite fiery for the rest of us, even me, and I like hot and spicy foods. He calmed it down a bit and served the dish with yoghurt to give the curry a more korma-like milder essence. We ate like pigs in a county fair, enjoying every little morsel of the heavenly feast. From what I was told, this was just a sampling of Steve's cooking abilities. He's a brilliant chef and, according to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, getting better every day. I envy Eleri getting to enjoy her dad's food on a regular basis. What a lucky kid.

Dinner finished, Steve drug out his Bill Bailey DVD and I was exposed to the second funniest man on Earth, the first being Eddie Izzard. And Bill Bailey is Da Sexay. He reminds me a good bit of Kevin Smith, but with a Brit accent. Yum...

Honestly, when [livejournal.com profile] falkenna told me that we'd be spending a couple of nights in the house with a child, well.....those who know me can imagine my hesitance to go along with such a scheme. Kids and I just don't gel. So I actually went into this expecting the worst, 'cos kids and I just don't gel. Just....Don't.... But Eleri was different! She was very well-behaved, polite, and mature for her age. And she's got a bit of tomboy in her, as she appreciates the subtle nuances of slime and other ookie materials that girls usually don't dig. I did when I was a kid, so I could instantly relate to this child. Oh, and Fae energy just rolls off her like the ocean at high tide. She exists on a different frequency, Eleri does.

On the way back from the White Hart Saturday night, we all got to talking about alien attacks and the Alpaca Lips, specifically War of the Worlds. I mentioned that, if I were a hostile alien race or even in charge of the Alpaca Lips, I wouldn't start decimating the human population by going for the cities first like the "baddies" always do in these movies. Instead, I'd make the countryside inhabitable first, then go for the urban centers wherein the human herds would then be trapped with no hope of escaping to the boonies to regroup and fight my merry band of invading alien assassins. Eleri grokked what I was saying and backed me up by observing that we could also instill a great deal of fear in the humans by going for the countryside first. Humanity would know we were on our way and there'd be no way to fight us, escape, or survive. What a way to go! Right then and there, I decreed that Eleri was my second in command when the Alpaca Lips comes. A kid that young who can think like that is just the coolest thing on the planet, yo.

Sunday morning, [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, Steve, and I had a long and engrossing conversation about Paganism and magick, Earth energies and how the land's human inhabitants can leave their signatures on the land, and the madness that can affect a group when someone within the group who may wield a bit of power acts irresponsibly. Yes, [livejournal.com profile] ealdthryth and [livejournal.com profile] scbearmike, it's a global problem, it seems. Ack.

Anyway, Steve is a brilliant man. He has incredible insight in the workings of magick and the traditions of native peoples, he has a wry and razor sense of humour, often outwitting Bill Bailey on the television, and he is quite charming because, despite his well-roundedness, he doesn't let it go to his head. Steve just is and enjoys being, living life as fully as he can, basking in good food, good drink, and good energies. I like him. And I adore his daughter.
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If anyone can tell me what song my subject line came from, you'll be my new best friend.

We'll be heading out shortly and won't be home 'til late. The Ripper Walk doesn't end until 9 PM tonight, then there's the drive home. So....

Aunt Tudi can't understand why I'm still a bit nervous about meeting up with B again today. I explained that you can't kill a 16 year old phobia in just 7 hours, no matter how hard you try. More intensive therapy is needed before I'm "better."

They have the Horror Channel over here and this makes me very jealous. I want the Horror Channel and I want it now, dammit!

[livejournal.com profile] falkenna's lodger Adin is very Elfin. I'm not sure I've gotten a picture of him, but I should try before we head out tomorrow. I might not get a chance though. He just said he's heading to London and won't be back until tomorrow.

Okay, we're gone.
tinhuviel: (Nemesis)
Stevie, Nick, (no, not Stevie Nicks) and B arrived shortly after 3. B sat down next to me. We gave each other the hairy eyeball. I said this was surreal. Then we drank some Champagne and listened to Finn's new Veils album. I showed B a letter I got from someone wanting to contact him about a project, showed them all the picture of Helga the Opossum, then showed B the original Shriekback sites and all the files that entail keeping Shriekback.com and Barryandrews.net organised and fueled. Then we ate (salmon, cheese, coldcuts, breads, salad, and fruit) and lo! it was good.

Afterward, B wanted to go to the sea, so off we went. We spent an hour or maybe longer walking along the rocky beach talking about everything. Stevie found a fish head. Barnes & Barnes were channeled and I recalled the Food Network's yodelling fish commercial. And lo! it was good.

Graham made his way to us and we finally got to meet in person, two Shriekback fans passing in the afternoon. Went to a pub on the beach. Had Guinness and talked about the music business. B and I concurred that we both enjoyed our first few months of emails with my trying to trip him up and his gleefully eluding my attempts. We went on to another pub closer to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna's house. Pictures were made, particularly by Stevie, who is a professional photographer and was completely smitten with all the digital cameras floating about.

We came back to the house and visited some more. I gave the DVDs to Graham and B. We listened to more of Finn while B was talking with him on the phone. More pictures were made. Stevie offered a wheelchair to Aunt Tudi for tomorrow's London excursion. We're going to pick that up in the morning, bless him. And B suggested we hook up with him in London tomorrow afternoon. So that will be interesting.

Yeah! I gave B my 333 - I'm only half evil tee shirt.

Oh and, for those individuals who may wonder if B is half as handsome in real life as he is in the videos and on the album covers, he is not. He's moreso. And he hasn't aged, so there's that freaky bit of information. Make of it what you will. I sure am.

There's probably more. Yeah, there is more, but that's the Cliffs Notes version. Pop quiz in the morning. And lo! it shall be good.

PS Graham took a picture of us all, then commented that I looked a bit evil in it. B was like "well, I never!" How ironic is all that? The mind, she reels.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Wave)
I've been away from away, moreso than my normal away, so updating has been impossible. Plus I have no juice on the computer, but that'll be rectified tomorrow, when I have time to write something of substance.

Here's to all who may read. ::tips hat::

I have postcards for everyone. I'm gonna work on those tomorrow too.

I'm pooped and it's less than 48 hours until the fateful meeting with The Bald One. Am reading "The Invisibles," which isn't helping my cause one tiny little bit. ::vibrates with angst::

Just spoke with [livejournal.com profile] janalyson on the phone. She's hootacious, just like her sister [livejournal.com profile] falkenna. Life is good, for however longer it will last. Oy vey!
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
cut on account of I care and this is long )
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Sexy)
This is Tinhuviel signing off from home until probably 19 May. Hope all goes well with you fine fine pipples in LJ-land. If something freaky happens, please e-mail me at Tinhuviel@livejournal.com.

I love you guys! ::picks up a Budweiser, swizzles it, then spits it back out:: YECH!
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Sexy)
First off, thanks to everyone who wished us well, especially [livejournal.com profile] spencer_diehard who reminded me that I need only reach out to The Mighty Mother to bring it all together. Sometimes I forget and drift away from the Centre that keeps me whole. Bless you, sister.

Another thing that helps with stress are stoopid memes. I found this one just aching to be diddled around with in [livejournal.com profile] medousamedea. I ain't cuttin' it, 'cos that goes against every narcisisstic grain in my body, so deal with it suckas!

A - AVAILABLE?: I could be, if I were interested enough.
B - BEST SPORT?: Waking up.
C - CRUSH?: Nah, not really.
D – DOG’S NAME?: Winchester (the Molester) Napoleon, Riley, and Sheba
E - EASIEST PERSON(s) TO TALK TO?: Toddzilla and [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake
G - GUMMY BEARS OR GUMMY WORMS?: Gummy worms seems to be a bit more appropriate, wouldn't you say?
H - HOMETOWN?: Asheville, North Carolina
I - INSTRUMENT?: My voice and the bodhran
J - JUICE?: Simply Orange orange juice
K - KIND OF MUSIC?: Intelligent, funky, and worthy of the worship of kajillions of lost souls.
L - LONGEST CAR RIDE?: Down 95 from SC to West Palm Beach, Florida.  By the time we got there, I wanted to DIE.
M - MILK FLAVOR?: Chocolate, but peach isn't too shabby.
N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS?: 0, zip, nato, nada
O - ONE WISH: I would wish for three extra wishes.  Then I'd get my arse busy wishing all sorts of heinous stuff.
P - PHOBIA?: Barry Andrews.  I'm going to face my fear and either come out stronger for having overcome my irrational emotions or I will come back  in a small box, DEAD.
Q - FAVORITE QUOTE?: “Did you know that man is dumber than an idiot?"  from Peter Benchley's Creature.
R - REASON TO SMILE?: I'm getting the fuck out the country?
S - SONG YOU LAST HEARD?: "Louisiana Bayou" by Dave Matthews Band
T - TIME YOU WOKE UP TODAY?: Shortly before 9 AM
U - UNKNOWN FACTS ABOUT ME?: I have flatulence of mass destruction.
V - VEGETABLE YOU DON'T LIKE?: Asparagus.  Narsty shite, that.  It's supposed to be good for you, but I don't see how.
W - WORST HABIT?: Being on the Interwebs too much.
X - X-RAYS YOU'VE HAD?: Chest, back, knees, hips, neck, feet, teeth, head
Y - YUMMY FOOD?: Honey-nut cream cheese and warm plain bagels, cheesy grits, grilled steak medium rare, granola.
Z - ZODIAC SIGN?: Virgo sun, Libra moon, Sagittarrius rising.

Aunt Tudi is drinking coffee.  I am looking for something sweet.  And then a nest in which to sleep.

tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
I went to Dr. Jaworski's about my hubcap. She drew a syringe full of fluid off it, then injected it and gave me pain pills, all the while eyeballing the knee and tsk'ing, saying that she doubted I'd last long with it. Gads. My leg is going to fall off.

Afterwards, Aunt Tudi and I went to see Diane at the physical therapy center. She's supposed to be there for a week to six, depending on how well she does with her hip transplant. So far, she's doing great, considering she's only 4 days out of surgery.

We went and paid some bills, ran a couple of errands, and I picked up my meds. I also found a pair of tights that I'm gonna wear with my skirt on THE DAY. Yes, I'm wearing a skirt. A black skirt with a black blouse and black tights and some black shoes. I need to find my shoes! AIEEEE! We got home around 6 and Aunt Tudi called Janice to confirm that she was still gonna take us to the airport. No, she's not. Some emergency sprang up with Johnna and they will all be indisposed at the time Aunt Tudi and I need to be at the airport. I freaked out until Johnna had the idea that we drive to the airport and, after their previous engagement, Johnna and Janice and go pick up the car so I won't have to pay $10 a day for parking. Whew! Johnna is one smart cookie.

On my way over to see Llew, he called to tell me that he has the Slobovian Stomach Flu, not to come. He left the DVDs on the front porch and, when I picked them up, we hugged from afar. I told him I'd make it up to him when I got home and he was feeling healthier. This is what happens when you live with a walking petri dish (AKA a young child).

Coming back home, I called the Mother Unit to wish her a happy birthday. She's treating herself to ringside seats at a WWE Smackdown match. Yes, my mother is as bizarre as they come. I also finally got in touch with Timothy and we've made tentative plans to get together after I get back from Blighty, so I can see his music room. He seems quite proud of it.

Now I'm home and about three quarters of the way packed. No longer do I feel numb; rather, I am in full panic mode, hoping I don't forget anything or screw anything up.

All the beasties are safe and sound at Dr. Patch's. The Outdoor Pride has 60 pounds of kibble on which to subsist, and Johnna is going to fill their pans and give them fresh water daily. Aunt Tudi's back if doing better, and I have in my paws 5 ativan for taking off and landing maneuvers in addition to 20 hydrocodone for my hubcap, which should hopefully soon be a much better kneecap.

Tomorrow, I need to mail an eBay package, set the tape for LOST for this week and next, call some people, and write a couple of emails. I think that's it. We have to be at the airport by 2:30, just to be on the safe side. It's gonna be a long trip, but worth it.

I got a letter from [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, mapping out the holiday itinerary.

OK, here are my proposals -- very fluid, and in some cases possibly over-ambitious:
Thursday:  Brighton (sleep, shopping, acclimatization, Pavilion, seafront.  Full English breakfast out. Supper to be discussed.)
Friday:  Stonehenge and a bit of Wales (I thought you'd want to say you'd been there. Could substitute Glastonbury if you'd rather).  Steve's at night, and probably his cooking (yum).
Saturday (with Steve and his daughter): Avebury, Silbury Hill, West Kennet Long Barrow, Wayland's Smithy, and the Uffington White Horse and Dragon Hill. (Not as ambitious as it sounds, but may still need to be cut.)  Country pub for supper.
Sunday:  Bath, home to Brighton.
Monday:  London -- Buck Palace and a few others, Brit Museum if you like, Stevie's for Bed Viewing, if you like (all being well), Ripper tour. Return to Brighton
Tuesday:  Party party
Wednesday:  Up to you -- more of Brighton, more of Sussex, Dover/Canterbury -- depending on your energy and interest.  May have Graham with us first thing, he's considering staying over. (I doubt anybody else will, but who knows . . .)


This is really happening.

::scampers about on one leg, like a crippled Macaulay Culkin.


May. 8th, 2006 07:40 pm
tinhuviel: (Onslow)
Honestly, I've felt like shit for the past few days. After much consideration, I've concluded that my condition is none other than erectile dysfunction. The longer I'm vertical, the worse I feel. I'll be going to bed early tonight.

Tomorrow, we take the cats and dogs to Dr. Patch's for their week-long vacation. Afterwards, I have an appointment to get my hubcap injected by Dr. Jaworski. Hopefully, the injection will transform it back into a kneecap. If it doesn't, I'm going to a ghetto wheel shop and getting my left leg all blinged out. No sense in having a hubcap that doesn't continue to revolve when I'm sitting at a redlight screaming in pain. Yo.

If you haven't given me your address for a postcard from Blighty, please do so tonight 'cos what I print out tomorrow is the list I'm taking to England. Everyone else will be shit outta luck. So there you go.

I feel like I should be more excited about things than I am. But I'm not. It's like I'm too tired or too out of touch with reality to be thrilled at the thought of going to England. Then again, when something major is happening to me, I tend to numb out, even get in a bad mood. Maybe it's a defense mechanism to deal with any extreme moment in life. Hell if I know.

All I know is I will feel a lot better once I'm in the air and out of Cleveland, settled in for a long sleep thanks to whatever the doc will be giving me when I swing by his office tomorrow with my eager and demanding paw out.
tinhuviel: (Frustration)
Aunt Tudi hurt her back on Wednesday, helping Uncle Michael move some crap off his front porch. If she's not significantly better by this Wednesday, she won't be able to make the trip to England. I feel like a rat deserting a sinking ship if I go without her, but I can't bear the thoughts of not going.

I'm doing everything I can to help her heal, if she can. She thinks it may be related to her spinal stenosis, which means surgery (a fifth back surgery). What the fuck am I going to do?
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Aunt Tudi and I went to Lyman to run some errands, get meds, and go to the local Ace Hardware store for some caulk. We need the caulk to apply to the stripping around the screen we're replacing where Foley broke and entered our home in the dead of night. Anyway, we got our caulk and was heading up front to pay when I saw a slush machine. It had two flavours: grape and blue raspberry. The slush looked an awful lot like Slurpee mix, so I bought a cup of the grape. OH.....MY.....GAWD. This is the closest thing to a Slurpee I've had since I was out in California where they have 7-11s. I told the old lady at the register that she'd be seeing more of me. It's not exactly like the Mythic Slurpee, but it's so close, I was prepared to weep with glee until brain freeze kicked in.

Before we went to town, Aunt Tudi called Morrisons in Asheville to see if they were still open. They've extended their time to 13 May instead of 6 May. Aunt Tudi started talking about how she wanted to go back and pick up more doo-dads, so I had to tell her that we couldn't go spend as much as we had the past three times we went up there, because I didn't have much money left and I thought it would be wise if we had some fundage for England. This floored her. I was hoping to keep the financial situation from her because she worries so much, but she's also a Mad Shopper from Hell, and she'd never stop until I came clean about our shortage of money. So she started freaking out and worrying and so on and so forth, but I told her that things would work out. We're out of debt, we're stocked on food and non-perishables. And I've started actively looking for a job, even just a rinky-dink job. Something that will bring in enough money for groceries and gas. That's all that's needed. I assured her that things would work out, all is well.

I don't think she really believed me, because Aunt Tudi isn't inclined to be laid back about such things. But, when we got back from Lyman, I had to messages on our answering machine from two companies with whom I applied. They're wanting to interview me and probably hire me. Even if they don't hire me, I'm still quite optimistic about finding something. It's like I told Aunt Tudi: we may have a skinny month after returning from England, but then I'll start pulling in money, a lot of which we can save. This eased her mind somewhat.

On the way back home, we stopped by the local fruit and veggie stand to pick up some tomatoes. The old dude also had freshly picked strawberries (like picked this morning) for $8.00 a gallon, so we got a gallon of those too. I've always loved strawberries and Aunt Tudi has grown quite fond of them over the past year, so they definitely won't go to waste. There was one berry in the lot that was fairly alarming, being the conjoined triplets of the berry world.

Freak Berry )

So far, it's been a really good day. I feel good about the future and even better about mutant berries that fascinate my cat friends. ::firm nods:: Everything is gonna be alllllll right.
tinhuviel: (Union Jack Heart)
Aunt Tudi and I zipped down to Moncks Corner to get some luggage from the Father Unit. The gigantic case we use for all our stuff was damaged by Northwest Airlines during the NYC trip, so it's no longer viable for travel, especially international travel. The Father Unit offered up his luggage, so off we went for a road trip from hell. 3.5 hours to get there, 4 hours to visit, 3.5 hours to get back home, and in time enough for LOST!

And now we have luggage fit for queens for to place all our duds and toiletries. The goodies I'm taking over to the UK will be more protected in these cases too, I'm thinking. If I can bring myself to pick up the phone tomorrow, I need to call the airline and see about lugging some Cheerwine over the pond. I have two little English people who've got a jones that's around 6 years old now. That's just wrong.

And jelly. Apple jelly for my incredibly kind hostess. Yeah. I need to talk to Continental. Or maybe The Continental. "Champagne?" Heh.

It looks like 16 May is the day I'll meet Barry Andrews face-to-face. My memorial service will then be on 19 May. Please come and ogle what's left of my dead body and sign the register. The funeral will be 20 May. "Eldorado" by the Electric Light Orchestra will be played. Since Aunt Tudi's birthday is 24 May, please make sure all of you coddle and spoil her really good in my absence. She'll need all the lovin' she can get if I'm dead. Woe is I.
tinhuviel: (Shriekback Logo)
I just got an update for the site from Barry. In the blurb, he included a phone number to call with suggestions and such. So, being the insane protectress I am, I wrote him back:

Dude, are you sure you want to post a phone number?  That's bit on the risky side with TEH INTARWEBS the way they are.  You might have some psycho stalker calling you in the wee hours (and I'm not talking about myself).

He replied with:

thanks for checking but it's cool -it's an admin person at swindon town hall -few weirdos might liven up her day

Heh, so it's groovy. But I had to double-check, dig. I don't want anything hideous to happen to him, which I know is really strange since I have such a B-phobia. One would think I'd believe that he couldn't be harmed, but my brain just doesn't work that way. I guess that's why I've created the strange dynamic between Kelat and Cadmus, with her aghast at the Dark Chylde at the same time she's nursing him back to health after almost mortally wounding him.

And now, for the millionth time, I'm rethinking England. ::bibbles::
tinhuviel: (Tin2006)
I got up way early this morning and tried to call Johnna as a favour to Janice, who was out of town. All I got was thrown directly into Johnna's voice mail, so that didn't work. I was supposed to call Uncle Michael too but, when I called Janice to give her the bad news about Johnna, Janice said she'd go ahead and call Uncle Michael. I helped Aunt Tudi with her insulin shot, then we both lay back down until around 11 AM. Yay for sleeping late!

There used to be these Peanuts books called Happiness Is.... and each page was dedicated to something that defined happiness. The one I remember out of all those pages is "Happiness is.....waking up only to find you have two more hours to sleep." I think I remember that one because it's the epitome of where my happiness lies. So this morning was one of those "Happiness is" mornings. Nothing thrills me more than to get up early just to let myself know that I can lie back down and sleep like a wee babe.

Once I drug my lazy arse out of bed, I got online and booked the flight to England. Instead of flying out of Charleston, we're flying out of GSP because the prices weren't that different. I'd be paying that much out on gasoline for the car to drive down to Charleston, and I'd be putting more wear and tear on the car that I can really ill afford since I can't get a new car until I'm back in the Land of Employment. Since I'm choosing school instead, that's gonna be a while. To cut the price a little more, I changed the return date from the 19th to the 18th. That works for me price-wise and it also works out for [livejournal.com profile] falkenna 'cos she has a concert to attend on the 19th. I sent the itinerary to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna, then squee'd to myself in a very quiet, Sithly way.

Later in the afternoon, [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake came over for a visit. We made tentative plans for a smoothie and movie party for next week or the week after. Oh, and I converted her to Sweet'n'Salty Almond Granola Bars. After letting her try a bar and seeing her have a religious experience, I gave her a box of them and she went home a happy camper.

After [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake left, I got cleaned up and went to visit Diane. I dried my hair upside down too long, so I ended up looking like an anime character no matter how much I curled my hair under. Lesson learned. Anyway, I had a nice visit with Diane, about an hour. We caught up with each other and she returned my LOST and Dune DVDs. After making tentative plans to go to Asheville one day next week, we hugged and I bid her adieu. I need to see if [livejournal.com profile] clumsycake wants to go with us to Asheville. ::makes note to call her tomorrow::

I left Diane's and went over to Llew's. He was completely enamoured with my hair, which is cool, 'cos he was a little fearful about my losing the long hair. Mens..... He was so thrilled with the new 'do and I was so thrilled at his being thrilled that we ended up kindling the flames and bumping mighty mighty uglies with much enthusiasm. We then tried to go fly, but Llew's plane was dead and it'd take too long to charge and still have daylight. So we went to Subway instead. He got a teriyaki chicken sammich, I got Aunt Tudi a club combo, and myself a cheese steak (which I couldn't eat, so there's Aunt Tudi's lunch tomorrow).

Whilst in the kitchen putting up my glasses in my purse, I beheld Smidgen, Shmoop, and Motley gathered around the food bowl like the loving sisters they are. So I snagged a picture, which once again exposed Motley for the demon she is. Mind, she's pretty much fully grown, so Motley should have been named Smidgen, who is a big honkin' hunka hunka cat muscle.

the ladies )

Now I'm home, sorely disappointed that LOST didn't come on tonight. Instead, I'm watching Law & Order: SVU. Elliott Stabler is so screwed up. I love him with all my heart.

Two Weeks!

Apr. 11th, 2006 07:34 pm
tinhuviel: (Ornate Triskele)
We should have our passports in 2 weeks. I'm going to be booking the flights probably next week for 10 May, and we're staying an extra coupla days because [livejournal.com profile] falkenna has the uncanny power of persuasion in her corner.

To all my English buds who want to meet up: we need to coordinate or something. London is more than likely the generic Place of Gathering. We just need to figure out a day, dig? Oh, and [livejournal.com profile] _willowmyst, Haverhill may not be workable as it's 3 trillion miles away from everywhere else I'm supposed to be going, so can you make a day of it in London and show me all the cool places you like to go there? Or do you want to form a caravan and go with us to Swindon to meet The Bald One?

I'm so excited I could just run in a circle and pee on myself. Now that's multi-tasking.

clickie )
tinhuviel: (Bazzer)
Yea and Verily!

I just got back from H&R Block where I was informed that I'm getting a butt load of money in my return. So yah-fucking-hoo! Next week, I'm putting a rush on the passports and the target departure date for Gatwick is 2 May.

...And sometime between 2 May and 10 May, I will meet Barry Andrews and, hopefully, even Andy Partridge. And much singing and celebrating will commence.

tinhuviel: (Default)
I have some belts are getting frayed and thin. The service folks asked if I wanted them replaced. Yeah, I want them replaced! I must have this car in tip-top shape for the duration I'm on school and have limited income. So the ION is getting a major overhaul this go-'round.

It's looking more and more like we'll be leaving the country for England on 2 May, and returning the 10th (if I can't rustle up some wily reason for sanctuary). I'm not as thin as I'd hoped to be, nor am I going to be dressed in that throat-protected skirted outfit about which I dreamt. The money is a bit low, and the dollar is like waterbug sitting in awe of the bigger and more vicious pound or euro. So. I'm po.

What I need to do is get a couple of decent outfits in which to hob-nob with the scary Barry crowd, but can also double for business attire for work, which seems to be looming in my very near future. I get the feeling that I won't be allowed to dress like I did in The Pit (like a Bag Lady), so I'm off to Target for something decent to drape over my flea-bitten epidermis. It's hard to find black during this season. Everyone wants to look like a freakin' Easter egg in the Springtime. Just assume my egg is rotten and hand over the dark garb, will you please?

So far, this has been my most enjoyable Saturn stay. I'm getting to listen to iGor whilst zipping about on their high-speed computer. Plus, I"m sipping on a Doctor Pepper. All the comforts of home, man! No wonder Saturn has a cult following. All praise Saturn!
tinhuviel: (Basil Fawlty)
So here I am watching the new Doctor Who and it's teleporting me back to the early 80s when I was still convinced that I'd grow up to be a journalist and novelist in London. My favourite shows were viewed through a veil of television snow on Asheville's PBS station ('cos the local PBS had no British shows in the 80s). Saturdays were dedicated to Doctor Who (Tom Baker's and Peter Davison's mostly, but there were some Jon Pertwee's thrown in there for good measure) from 12 PM 'til 4 then, at 8 PM, came All Creatures Great and Small. During the week there was Fawlty Towers either at 9 PM or 11 PM. In 1983, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy edged in on a little of the good Doctor's time, being featured from 3 'til 4 each week until the series ran out.

Those were some of my happier and more hopeful days. I was still a dreamer then, and I still had faith in myself and my fellow humans. There seemed to be an innocence I associate with those shows and that era in my life, a freshness that can never be recaptured.

But it can almost be.

When I heard that theme song, that glorious theme song for Doctor Who, all modernised and enriched with orchestrations, my heart fluttered and I was 15 years old again. I'm hoping to at least visit London soon and I've written a book, albeit one that still needs a godawful amount of work. Truth be told, I'm probably more like Basil Fawlty now than the Doctor, Zaphod or Trillian, or James the veterinarian, but that's okay. I am who I am. And it makes me smile that I can still feel that thrill of newness and the well-known unknown.

Now I need to go find pictures of Anthony Andrews from the Sebastian Flyte years.
tinhuviel: (Pentagram)
The visit with Llew was pleasant. We went flying, this time with the Queen Bee. All photos can be found here for interested parties.

I've found some flights to England in late April that are $625. I know the rates will change closer to time, but I'm wanting to get a decent idea of what fares I'm looking at. The flight is Delta (which I like) nonstop from Atlanta to Gatwick. Not too bad. I'm hoping that, by mid-February, the rates will be even better. I was looking mainly at 25 April through 3 May. This would allow me to spend Bealtainne on the Holy Isle which, for me, would literally be a dream come true, a personal Hajj if you will.

I know it'd probably be ridiculously crowded at this time, but I'd really love to go to Stonehenge on Bealtainne. That'd just be fan-fucking-tastic.

Step 1

Jan. 27th, 2006 09:08 pm
tinhuviel: (Barry Interview)
Much to [livejournal.com profile] falkenna's joy when she reads this, Aunt Tudi and I picked up the forms we need to file for our passports. Once I get my 401k money, things should move relatively quickly from there. I'm still looking at travelling to England in April, probably late April. Once the passports are in hand and the flights are booked, a more definite date will be available.

As the time grows closer, I have the urge to get an extra memory card for the camera. If I keep the pics to 640x480, I can take around 1300 pictures if I get an extra memory card the size of the one I already have. That's pretty darned sweet. And I would really like to get some Quicktime movies of B for the site. Now that I have a buttload of available space, I think it'd be pretty groovy to have B in motion for all those interested to behold and swoon along with me.

I also have the urge to get an MP3 player to listen to whilst on the plane, but I don't know if I should splurge that much. I'm already going to be getting a new computer for school. I don't need an MP3 player. But having one for the trip would be sweeter than sweet. And I could store songs I want to play for [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and Barry. Hell, I may make a poll about this and get other people's opinion. Yeah, that's the ticket.

And there's the issue of getting a decent outfit for when I meet The Bald One. Something with a really high collar and a kevlar hat and corset. Something black or black and red. Something breathtaking that will make me look smaller, but also very imposing and maybe even a a little threatening. With matching boots that can conceal knives. Word.
tinhuviel: (Bazzer)
I've only got three more songs to critique: "Voiled Karletus," "True Passage," and "Il Mystero del Tempo." I've tried to be brutally honest and objective, and I've attempted to tone down my uncontrollable squeeing fangirliness. Actually, I'd be finished already, but I'm trying to find the literature on Parc Stic and the Temple of the Holy Swarm that Barry sent me a few years back. If memory serves, he mentions something being "voiled" in that essay and I'd like to reference that part of it in my review of "Voiled Karletus."

During my search for the Parc Stic info, I came across some of the letters B and I initially exchanged where he's still talking about Alexander Leviticus Stick as a separate entity and I'm trying my best to catch him in his web of illusion, thus outing him as Brother Stick. Oh, those were the good ole day. Yessirreebobtrail.

There's a chance that [livejournal.com profile] velvetsteel may accompany Aunt Tudi and me to England in April. I told her, the more the merrier. Wouldn't it be a hoot if I went to visit Barry surrounded by a the population of a large town? We could stand on stools in order to see each other over the throng and either yell at each other or use walkie-talkies to carry on a conversation.

I don't think he'd appreciate that though. In fact, he may be downright offended. And I don't want to do that. I want to remain in B's good graces.

There's something that's distressing me no end: I've lost my Prodigy "Fat of the Land" CD! At this exact moment in time, I could really go for a Prodigy fix. I guess I'll have to watch Event Horizon and groove to "Funky Shit," which is played during the end-credits. Damn! I can't believe I've lost that CD. I really want to listen to "Narayan" right now.

AH! I found the literature on the Temple of the Holy Swarm, but there's no mention of anything voiled. I must have just hallucinated it. Now that I found the Swarm info, I've saved it on my computer where it will never be lost again Goddess Willing. I'm also posting it here.

Barry's Created Church )

Okay. I guess I'll finish up the song-by-song tomorrow. Then I'll email it to Barry and ask him to provide for me the lyrics to Haunted Box. I already have lyrics for Cormorant and Stic Basin. And I have an idea on how I want to present the album lyrics on the newly refurbished site. I see more work in the not-so-distant future.
tinhuviel: (Elf Barry)
I wrote to Barry:

Today I received my tentative exit date from BMG, 26 August. Given that date, I'm looking at mid-November to fly over to England. Will be staying with Tallis, but would like to shake your hand and scamper off if you have the time during the week I'll be there. I'm looking at flying over on the 10th and leaving the 18th before American airfares go up for Thanksgiving. So....wow. It may actually happen. Here's hoping I don't make a complete schlemiel of myself.

He replied, saying (and I paraphrase) that it would be great to finally see me.

I just know that I'm going to make an utter idiot of myself. I'm gonna let my phobia get the better of me and just freak out, and not in a Chic way. The more I think about it, the uneasier I become. [livejournal.com profile] falkenna swears I'll feel differently once I've actually met him. Me'Shel'le was also very vocal about how wonderful a soul he is. So....::deep gulp::....

::counts months on fingers::

Three months. By the time comes for me to take the trip, I'm going to be a basket case. Ehm...yeah. Well, at least [livejournal.com profile] falkenna will be there, so I feel better about it on a certain level.

Talk about one's imagination getting away with them. Really, it's actually quite pathetic.

I imagine that I'll be making quite a few of these "talk-down-the-psycho-tin" posts between now and the day I meet Barry Andrews. I mean, why can't I just be a squealing brainless fangirl with no fear in my skin cells? Why do I have to be fascinated with someone who scares the bejeebus outta me? Why can't I just be fecking normal?

Before the trip, I'm asking the doctor for some nerve pills. ::firm nods:: Yeah, that's the ticket.

In the meantime, I'll just make a schlemiel of myself in my journal so as to avoid it when I come face to face with....him.


Jul. 28th, 2005 07:17 pm
tinhuviel: (Elf Barry)
I just fixed the sites of my dread mistake.

Have been informed that The Bed of Mysteries has probably found a new home. *makes note to self to show B my poem someday.....soon......now that the Bed is fresh on his mind.*

Also, I've written Barry to let him know about when I'm Blimey Bound. Discussed with [livejournal.com profile] falkenna and she's cool with the dates of 10 through 18 November. I also need to let [livejournal.com profile] trial_lobotomy know, as she is going to try to fly over from Hungary so we can have a wee DMEB mini-con, the three of us. That would be beyond cool.

I think I shall now scamper about excitedly into the early morn hours. All this news has given me a shot of adrenaline.

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