We haven't said anything in months. Sar.
We're still here. Clicky click the various diary links on the upper left to keep tabs.
Except read a few good books.
I have executed a total overhaul of my Custom Figure site Blastmilk.com! Long over due, the original was only supposed to be temporary and I left that up for a year. Bleh!
And they're not canned!
Picked up a couple pounds of fresh peanuts at the farmers market Saturday. I miss boiled green peanuts so bad.
I dunno, it's been a few years since I've had them, and they tasted fine, even when not made/bought in the South! We New Orleans homesickers can enjoy our Berled Peanuts anywheres! And I have been informed that "green" just means fresh, unsalted, untreated, right off the peanut tree peanuts.
Berled Green Peanuts Recipe:
A buncha peanuts (1lb or 2)
A whole lotta salt (1/3rd cup, water should be briney)
A big pot
A lotta water
Put first two ingredients in the third. Boil for a couple hours.
The new husband didn't like 'em too much, he kept wantin' them to taste roasted. But he couldn't stop eatin' 'em!
The Last of Old Halloween.
On the first real brisk day of Fall (we had 90 degree weather over the weekend) myself and the Mister went down to a pumpkin patch near the Bay Marshes in Berkeley and picked up our pumpkins. We looked at every last one til we found the perfect pair, loaded them in the truck and scurried home (along a circuitous route via Target & sushi).
This is causing a bit of a hullabaloo, apparently on both sides of the socio-political spectrum.
Barbie The Hot Pagan Witch/It's the bimbo blond doll's latest Wicca-like
incarnation, ready to "poison" young girls' minds
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
She got purty eyes.
K. Who's goin' booze shopping tonight? Mr. Head picked me up a bottle of Godiva likker, I bet we could whip something up.
Am I going to have to mention "Secret Spells Barbie"?
I am reaching meltdown with the vast empire that is Sepulchritude.com and all its client countries, er, domains.
Not those of the other editors, but my own. All my projects are so scattered and fractured.
In the olden days, all my pages resided on The Chapel Perilous off of the main directory. And then I started registering domains for the more popular sections. Absinthe & porn, who'da guessed!
And then I started sections not depending on The Chapel Perilous at all, like Blastmilk.com & my miniatures.
And then I started these happy posting pages here and on Blastmilk.
And I look at the old pages and think "How fractured"! I want to scream.
Originally the idea of registering Sepulchritude.com was so that all four editors resided under one umbrella domain. It didn't really work out that way, and I've just made a mess of it.
So I think it might be time to retire "The Chapel Perilous" and move all my personal stuff to one of my existing domains, or register a new one.
Like Kallistiland.com! It could have a storybook fantasy land look to it... like my favorite tiny Kallisti haunt at Children's Fairy Land in Oakland.
There was an old woman, who lived in a shoe.
You know the story.
Is easily counted by domain registrations:
"I am lost. I am lost." - Raquel Welch in The Three Muskateers
Had two super book finds at Half Price Books in Berkeley today!
Finally found a copy of "Gamiani, or Two Nights of Excess" by Alfred de Musset in English translation. I've been dying to read it since I saw the illustrations from an 1830's edition in Erotica Universalis. I got this 1968 paperback edition for $.48. Here's a blurb from the inside flap:
"Two Voluptuous nights by a party of three..."
That was how Gamiani was described when it first appeared in 1833, Until an 1864 edition revealed otherwise, the book was widely believed to be fiction; but then it was labeled a true journal of pleasure, with its three main characters thinly disguised as models of real people.
The man called "Alcide" in the book was unmasked as Gamiani's author, the famous classicist Alfred de Musset. The course sensuality and lewd appetites of "Alcide" were described as archtypical of the celebrated French poet.
Gamiani's "Countess de C." was shown to be Alfred de Musset's sometime mistress--the Comtesse Morton de Chabrillon--whose ravaging nymphomania had shocked even the corrupt voluptuaries of 19th-century France.
And "Fanny B."--portrayed in Gamiani as a virgin whose seduction elevated both her mistress and master--was, in actuality, the famed female poet who wrote under the masculine name of George Sand.
Gamiani thus became one of the most important documents of its time. With its clever mixture of fact and fiction, it gave--and continues to give--true insight of literary France before the 20th century.
"Die Mode der Jahrhunderte"!!!
Translates to "The Fashion of the Centuries" or something. (must bug German speaking friends).
And yes, it is aaaall in German.
A gorgeous 1910 Art Nouveau bookie-poo of the history of fashion. Roughly 9"x12", it has lots of gorgeous little art nouveau things in it. Aside from the lavishly illustrated fashions, the second half of the book includes calendars and almanacs, ledgers for every purpose and a gatefold tear away notepaper pad that unfolds in the back, with little slots that presumably held envelopes.
I am absolutely squirming with delight. Did you see the Salome? I don't have that one yet! Also, loved the monkey header.
I know I was warned over a year ago. But it is WRONG, WRONGWRONGWRONG WRONG!
Waah. I cry.
How come they don't have wallpaper of her head in an oven?
On other, happier Lit Notes, Dorian Gray with George Sanders was on for Oscar's birthday the other night. And I LOVE young Angela Lansbury. So there.
The script even gives ole George Sand a nod, when Lord Henry is playing Chopin.
I've re-resigned myself to public transit to ferry myself to and from the work place. The major benefit (aside from the lack of 3487 parking tickets) is that I get about 1.5 hours a day of uninterrupted reading time. Which means I get to recommend more books.
Now, the past year has been a busy one, so while I've kept adding to my library, I haven't actually been reading any of it, until now. I've begun to tear through my hoard of books (and it is quite a hoard).
This one "An Underground Education: The Unauthorized and Outrageous Supplement to Everything You Thought You Knew About Art, Sex, Business, Crime, Science, Medicine, and Other Fields of Human Knowledge" by Richard Zacks is a doozey. It's one of those anthologies of thousands of nifty tidbits of information that will make you giggle and squirm... often uncomfortably.
Me and Richard go way back. I first read his "History Laid Bare: Love, Sex & Perversity" when I was living in New Orleans in the late 90's and working on the original incarnation of Sepulchritude & The Chapel Perilous. HLB had some great passages about Pietro Aretino, and Richard being one of the few authors to actually freely, willy nilly even, hand out his email address online, I wrote him for permission to include a passage on Aretino in my smut section, now Pornokrates.com. We got to chatting, one thing lead to another, and we began discussing decapitation, as I had just put up Decollete, and he was going to be including a passage about "The Heads of Auguste & Abel Pollet" and the Guillotine in his upcoming book.
Well, as it turns out "An Underground Eduction" is the book, and the lovely Auguste & Abel show their lovely mugs on the pages within.
In any case, if you like this site, and the crap we read, you'll love this book. I'm GLUED to it. I have to say I am impressed by Mr. Zach's restraint in some cases, and his research, not relying popular myth & hysteria because the story is cool. He even notably mentions that Lucrezia Borgia was not as bad as history has made her out to be. Thank you.
History, often, is better than fantasy.
Well, except where Tanith is concerned.
Melusine and I are both rabid Tanith Lee fans... so I thought I'd mention her latest has just arrived on my desk from Amazon:
Did I say rabid? I need a seperate bookshelf just to house my Tanith collection. I even have multiple copies of the same books with different covers. I reminded my stepmother recently that it was all her fault. When I was twelve she gave me her copies of "Don't Bite the Sun" & "Death's Master"... I've been rapaciously hooked ever since.
This will be my BART book next week, which reminds me, I meant to recommend my BART book from the last two weeks. Hrm, be right back...
Halloween is a joyful time of year. But this is scary:
The new season has begun!
I gave last weekend a miss (we're currently deep in the middle of a Sopranos marathon, trying to watch all 3 seasons in two weeks).
But this Sunday is "The Warrior Queen" by Andrew Davies (or P&P fame) based on the legends of Boudica, Queen of the Iceni, a Celtic tribe facing down the Roman's during the reigns of Claudius (yes, Claw-claw again!) and Nero.
As a teenager I was obsessed with Celtic history and mythology, and Boudica/Boudicca/Boadicea's story loomed large. She is the quintessential warrior woman, the original Xena, and as matter of fact, made an appearence in the Xena show played by Jennifer Ward-Lealand of Desperate Remedies .
In the Warrior Queen the insurmountable Boudica will be played by Alex Kingston of yummy "Moll Flanders" fame, also featured on Masterpiece Theater a few years ago.
Happy Boudica info from the Masterpiece Theater site...
For Morrigan: Halloween Lawn Goose Outfits
(Please note, my husband bought halloween spooky socks then cut off the foot so the flamingoes could have spooky scarves.)
Just moved into a new house, complete with porch and front yard so the first weekend in October was dedicated to spookification.
I also picked up this book: "Death Makes a Holiday: A cultural history of Halloween" by David J. Skal which I had tried to pick up last year this season and it had been sold out. A yummy public transport read chock full o' October bliss.
"Modern, mass-media histories of Halloween -- the kind that proliferate, sound-bite-style, every October -- often leave the impression that the holiday has been handed down, more or less intact, from Celtic antiquity (similarly hollow claims are often made for the very modern religion of Wicca). In reality, contemporary Halloween is a patchwork holiday, a kind of cultural Frankenstein stitched together quite recently from a number of traditions, all fused beneath the cauldron-light of the American melting pot."
That said the cultural roots of the holiday aren't any less fascinating. I'll quote more from the book as I progress.
"The Manchurian Candidate"? Plagiarizing Grave's "I, Claudius"? Indeed!