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Monolith

2020.08.25 05:14 Orpherischt Monolith

This document is an attempt at an executive summary of my activity here - in essence, an attempt to answer the question:
'what is this and what are you doing here?'
I have written multiple essays and posts that attempt to introduce the topics at hand from various perspectives and directions - this is the latest foray.
It is 4am local time where I am at the moment, so I don't intend to complete this piece now. It, as with others like the Spellbinder tutorial (still not complete) will grow over some days as my attention allows. The initial component will be relatively short and to the point.
The focus on this forum began and remains the study of language and meaning, and the potential of 'hidden' semantics lurking beneath the lexicon of English (primarily) and those languages that contributed to it's development. This hypothesized hidden meaning or meanings being encoded via gematria (ie. alphabetic numerology), in tandem with other facets of language such as etymology, metaphor, allegory, innuendo, and word-plays such as vowel-shifting, and consonantal roots and their drift.
The title of this piece, Monolith, hints at my overarching primary theory: that at it's core, Language carries a singular root of 'truth' - that there is a hidden message, or protocol, or understanding, lurking within the lexicon, to be found by those willing to delve for it.
Call it hubris if you will, but I believe that what is dubbed 'the Holy Grail' and/or the 'Philosopher's stone', is that message, and it is not to be found within this or that Cathedral catacomb, or Temple shrine, or forgotten tomb, but is continually being passed around - unwitting - from speaker to listener, and from writer to reader, all the time, every day.
I suspect that while indeed the words and structure of any language carries an outer meaning, understood by all those familiar with it, and which allows them to achieve their everyday tasks, and communicate their practical intentions and desires - that the language is also a carrier signal, upon which this 'grail' or 'alchemical stone' is transmitted.
I see, in the canonical catchphrase, 'read between the lines', or the ostensibly rhetorical question 'what is in a name?', clues to this possibility.
I was prompted to write this article because of this headline:
https://science.slashdot.org/story/20/08/24/1959234/a-tiny-space-rock-holds-clues-about-the-evolution-of-life
A Tiny Space Rock Holds Clues About the Evolution of Life
... which caused me, upon reading it, to smile to myself, because it chimes nicely with the notions I have about this research and my hypotheses thereof.
If you've been reading along here for a while, you know I've been working with the Arthurian myth as a touchstone (and I don't use the word 'touchstone' lightly). A key component of the Arthurian tales is the notion of the True King pulling the Sword from the Stone, and I've documented many times that (in alphabetic gematria):
...and that...
The Greek word for alphanumeric encipherment is 'isopsephy', which has at it's etymological root the notion of the 'pebble', the counting stone.
Meanwhile, the like Hebrew tradition is called 'gematria', which has been interpreted multiple ways (which I've dealt with in many other writings), but contains, naively, the word 'gem' (ie. crystal / stone / rock ).
A rock is a crystal matrix... and the 'matrix code' of The Matrix films refers to a world built in code.
So - what is a Monolith?
Most people, hearing that term, will likely picture the great black slab from the film 2001: A Space Odyssey. Many are familiar with the notion that the appearance of this monolith, in terms of the film, acted as an evolutionary primer - that it's appearance to the apes of long ago began the movement towards increasing intelligence and beginnings of tool-wielding, and thus technology itself. It may be viewed as an analogy of the Promethean Fire given to man.
The first appearance of the Monolith began the mental journey of the Ape towards the 'unnatural' - removing him from a purely animal state and leading to the flowering of the abilities of examination and 'new application' of the environment and it's contents.
The second appearance of the monolith, in 'modern times' continues this evolution, and takes technology-wielding man to the next level, ultimately leading to the enigmatic 'starchild'.
One might argue that the first appearance, that to the Apes, required nothing more than simple fact of the monolith itself appearing to the observing creatures. For the first time, they saw a 'crafted thing', square, perfect, and 'not of this world' (ie. something unexpected and unlikely and completely out of their experience). Arguably, no other impetus was necessary - no sound, strange mind-control frequency, or such like, was needed to begin the first phase. The simple appearance of something made, and not grown or fundamental (such as the ground upon which they walked) was enough to provoke 'using' and 'making'.
The second appearance of the monolith, to modern technological man, featured a deafening high pitched sound that touched the hearts and minds of those present (or perhaps one alone, and specifically, to the quick).
This additional impetus was necessary because man, at the technological level, was already familiar with cubic forms and 'crafted things'.
Reviewing the headline linked above, and asking a question of the lexicon via perhaps some of the most important (relatively) well-known ciphers:
A Tiny Space Rock Holds Clues About the Evolution of Life
Q: what kind of rock?
"A Space Rock" = 303 jewish-latin-agrippa
This is a match, in what I deem is perhaps the major cipher we might use to access this 'code' (at least within English), for:
...and which happen to match:
Ideas are transferred from mind to mind via words and symbols. Some ideas are more viral than others, but they spread like a virus all the same.
See this post from a while back called 'The Language Virus', based on a song from the 80's called 'Language is a Virus'.
It also matches:
... which is a figure of speech. When I say that the lake is smooth as glass, I have created a simile. I have described something by relating it to something else.
The simile is closely related to the metaphor and the allegory - the metaphor being slightly more obtuse or 'poetic', we might say, compared to the simile, but which nonetheless relates one thing to another for descriptive purposes.
Numerologically-speaking, the number 303 is an avatar of 33.
... which is the most naive possible cipher we might construct.
Every word (ie. spell) in the lexicon of a language is a name - a title given to some thing, or some action or some relationship. All names encode meaning.
The human spine, the core of the skeletal scaffolding of a person, has 33 vertebrae.
The study of meaning is the study of...
ie. another code-33, which includes a trailing circle.
The circle is used, in the 'modern' sphere to represent the letter O, or the zero. The word zero, if you look it up, has close connections with the word 'cipher'. I personally take the appearance of a zero as representing a sigil of the circle. It implies the encipherment of 'that which goes in circles' - like disorganized (or perhaps very organized) conversation or argument.
...
So, what is the definition of the word 'monolith'?
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/monolith
Borrowed from French monolithe, from Latin monolithus (“consisting of a single stone”), from Ancient Greek μονόλιθος (monólithos), from μόνος (mónos, “single, alone”) + λίθος (líthos, “stone”); synchronically, mono- +‎ -lith.
A single stone.
I argue, a philosopher's stone. A stone containing a sword, named Excalibur (ie. X-calibrate)
"Sword" is an anagram (ie. contains the same letters, swizzled) of "words", and as mentioned elsewhere, when speaking mythologically, the finest swords undoubtedly come with magic runes running down the blade, and sometimes a gem or two is embedded in the hilt or pommel.
The word 'lith' (ie. lit, stone) glitters within the words 'literature' and 'light'. A prism is a crystal that refracts light into a spectrum of colours and tones.
See: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lithograph
The word 'tones' is an anagram of 'stone' - and also of 'notes' (and this art of anagrams, I deem, is a major component, amongst others, of the spell-play required to decode the hypothesized hidden message).
Mono implies One... One Stone. One Message. One hidden signal. The singularity.
...and...
...while...
Thus, while not being the only avenue of research here, perhaps the most important to me is that of attempting to decode a single notion, concept, idea or protocol underlying all language.
You might have heard of the following terms:
These are various names for 'cryptolects' or 'secret languages', hidden means of communication or of conveying ideas.
Some people might consider subsets of that list above to be separate things - and indeed, they may very well refer to different techniques or understandings of certain practitioners - but I argue they should all be grouped together as ultimately constituting the shards of a single crystal.
The Dark Crystal, to be particular - an occult gem. (*)
You might be familiar with the ideas spoken of in the Bible, regarding the Tower of Babylon ( or Babel ), the fall of which is synonymous with the 'confusion of tongues' when God splintered the languages of mankind in order that they not achieve feats beyond their station.
This theme was taken up in the 2016 film Arrival (also a major touchstone in my own studies) in which 12 alien spaceships appear over different countries of the world (in 'modern' times), and gift humanity with 12 separate pieces of a singular geometric language, written in the form of Ouroboros-like circles (reminiscent, it must be said with the Corona of the sun, the Halo after which the Coronavirus is named). It is then up to the nations of earth to overcome their differences and work together to put the puzzle together. It turns out that learning the language of the aliens modifies the human brain such that it begins to perceive time differently, and the main character, the lead linguist of the story, gains the ability to view the future and the past simultaneously. (*)
You've probably heard the phrase, "speaking in circles".
The idea of the intentionally splintered language, to me, is a clue that we have to look beyond just English alone as the substrate of the hypothesized message - and this naturally implies examining the etymological roots of all languages.
It is a theory of mine that many 'sci-fi' movies set in the future or near-future, are allegories of things that happened already long ago - for example, the film Avatar, I believe is a retelling of the Garden of Eden story, and of the 'fallen angels' and of the 'sullying of mankind' (the main character is named Sully, after all). The giant trees represent the Cedars of Lebanon, and a key component in that story is the ability of the natives to commune via organic hivemind.
Similarly, I suspect that the film Arrival is telling us that our own languages are already thus-encoded - that the 'arrival', has already happened, and that there is a message, or a treasure to be found therein.
Anyway - these avenues perhaps read as overly-fanciful notions to be chasing, and it is not my thesis, or intention, or hope to gain time-viewing abilities or create a hive-mind (though I would not necessarily be against such possibilities, nor do I discount them entirely) - but nonetheless - I suspect that something is there to be found - and I believe that it is within language that it is most likely to be found.
Here is the cover of a book, of which I own a copy. It's title is:
The Alphabet: A Key to the History of Mankind
I take that title very seriously, in ways that most people will not.
I have come across statements by other esoteric investigators, to which I generally agree, that the root of all occultism, all alchemy, all witchery and other forms of mystical arts, is to do with, A) the 'nature of the world', and B) the 'nature of man' (ie. biology and the mind).
One particular lens through which I've done much examination of the alphabet codes is that of the Cycle of Life - the notion of a procreation code: an 'instruction set for Adams and Eves', as it were - and this has borne much fruit (ha!).
Many people are familiar with the "matrix code" of the Matrix films, though they are unaware that the original Latin word 'matrix' means pregnant female. If you rewatch the film with that knowledge - all sorts of symbolism makes much more sense.
In key alphabetic ciphers:
...and having a baby involves dealing - more so than usual - with ...
What is it that fertilizes the grazing grounds of the cattle, and enables the growth of the next generation?
That said, naughty innuendo I suspect to be a major key, enabling access to the central biological aspects of the coded message.
... while pluralizing...
These two numbers, read as years AD, will be a familiar to many. The Great Fire of London occurred in 1666, while the founding of the United States of America, which I argue is simply Amor-ica (ie. the Land(ing) of Love), happened in 1776.
1776 was also the year the historically-acknowledge Bavarian Illuminati was founded by Adam Weishaupt.
We note that:
The cycle of life involves death, obviously, and that is another aspect which I suspect the codes have lots to say about, but being mostly averse to the morbid, I've not strayed too far down that road. Other investigators of alphabetic codes spend a lot of time examining the possible ritual deaths of celebrities and politicians with regards to planned alphabetic assassination (or perhaps the faking of death to assume new identities). Much of this material is interesting and intriguing, but hardly, I think, the core message of the Monolith.
Monolith @ One Writing
So - this document will expand - like a pregnant woman, laden with meaning - but I hope that so far it provides the beginnings of a means to interpret my usual, much more confusing and number-laden writings.
Thanks for reading.
PS. I intentionally waited to 3:14 am UTC to post this piece, since it represents pi, symbolic of the mathematics of the circle, which is perhaps one of the major gateway notions to understanding what is going on with language.
It is perhaps an enigma machine, each word consisting of a set of cogs that can be rotated. Shift a vowel here, drift a consonant there, and you have a new word - but perhaps, I'd argue, one entirely related to the original - one leaf on the tree of language is related to the others nearby - and ultimately all those leaves sit upon branches which coalesce down to a single trunk and a deep tap root.
PPS:
  • "Space Rock" = 711 trigonal 1331 squares
  • ... .. .. ... .. .. ( "The Writings" = 1331 trigonal )
When I see the word 'space', my mind goes often to 'speculation'...
The number 711, as I've written elsewhere is - due to the oddities of the Gregorian calendar - synonymous with 911, since these days, September is the 9th month, but it's name (and history) tells us that it was once the 7th month. ie. September is the 7-ember: the fire of 7. Moreover one might see the duality of fire and shadow, since we might read September as 7-umber. In the same fashion we can read the word 'number' itself as "n-umber", or "in-umber" (ie. in shadow). The numbers are hidden in the shade of the letters.
The calendar also provides what we might read as clues (and certainly provides 'ritual leeway') in that the date written 9/11 in the US is written 11/9 in most other places, and...
  • "The Mirror" = 119 in the reverse alphabetic cipher.
What do you get if you read 119 backwards?
  • "Church" = 911 squares
  • ... "Society" = 911 trigonal
  • "Countdown to the Garden of Eden" = 911 primes ( "Coronavirus Conspiracy" = 911 primes )
You might have heard the Bible quote:
On this rock I will build my church.
The word 'rock' is built upon the consonantal root RK (think: rook @ chess castle), which if you reverse it, gives you KR (ie. Kore or Core).
ie. the root of things.
  • "The Root" = "Tradition" = "Accurate" = "Count" = 393 jewish-latin-agrippa ( = "Regular" )
  • ... ( "Accountancy" = "Survive" = 393 primes )
  • ... .. .. ( "The Symbol" = 393 primes )
  • "The Starchild" = 393 primes
Of the space rock:
A Tiny Space Rock Holds Clues About the Evolution of Life
Using the definite article (ie. 'the'):
  • "The Tiny Space Rock" = 617 primes
  • ... ( "The Official Narrative" = 617 primes )
  • ... .. ( "Textbook" = 617 jewish-latin-agrippa )
  • ... .. .. ( "Recommendation" = 617 english-extended )
Back in 2012, a team of Japanese and Belgian researchers in Antarctica found a golf ball-sized space rock resting in the snow. Now, NASA astronauts have had a chance to study a piece of that meteorite, Asuka 12236, and they say it may hold new clues about the development of life.
The number 12236 contains centrally, the number 223.
[...] meteorite, Asuka 12236, and they say it may hold new clues about the development of life.
  • "Development of Life" = 555 primes
  • ... ( "The Great Symbol" = 555 primes )
  • ... .. ( "The Turn of Time" = 555 primes )
...and not forgetting:
  • "Entertainment" = 555 jewish-latin-agrippa
Surely you are aware of how all the Hollywood movies use phone numbers beginning with 555?
... ( see: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/555_(telephone_number) )
If we simplify the spell, 'the development of life' closer to it's core components, we have:
  • "Life Development" = 919 english-extended
  • ... ( "Great Pattern" = 919 english-extended )
... which is an inversion, in the same cipher, of ...
  • "The Secret" = "Pattern" = 616 english-extended
  • .... ( "Perfect Number" = 616 jewish-latin-agrippa )
  • ... .. .. ( "Number" = "The Law" = 616 trigonal )
  • ... .. .. .. ( "Garden of Eden" = 616 trigonal )
  • ... .. .. .. ... ( "The Key Principles" = 616 primes )
The number 616 might be the original Biblical 'Number of the Beast', known to most as the familiar number 666 - since the oldest known papyrus snippet of the original text contains the former number. (*)
Again:
[...] meteorite, Asuka 12236, and they say it may hold new clues about the development of life.
Note that the word 'development' contains the particle 'Eve'.
In terms of the name of the space rock - without augmentation by 'A' (as used earlier in this document), we get:
  • "Asuka" = 302 jewish-latin-agrippa
  • "Space Rock" = 302 jewish-latin-agrippa
The number 32 is that of..
  • "Life" = "Eve" = 32 basic alphabetic ( Life @ File )
So... good evening to you, and a welcome sonrise.
Örpherischt
Extra notes:
Rotating the enigma machine - quoting from my Spellbinder tutorial:
You may have heard of the Great Vowel Shift:
This 'event' represents a major historical change in the use of vowels within the English Language, but I prefer to view it as a clue, indicative of an ongoing tradition of vowel shifting as a component of the 'Green Language' (arguably another name for the Language of the Birds, an esoteric tradition of understanding and using language to hide double-meaning).
Hence, one takes a word or phrase, and removes the vowels, experimenting with replacing them with other vowels, and seeing what new words appear:
  • Bird @ BRD @ Brooding @ Bearded @ Bard @ Bride @ Breed @ Bread
Then one can perform consonantal drift (of which perhaps continental drift is a metaphor):
  • Bird @ BRD @ [ D is a voiced T ] @ BRT @ Bright @ Bart @ Breitbart
One important such example:
  • Church @ ChRCh @ [ Ch hardens to K ] @ KRK @ Kerk @ Crack @ CRK @ GRG @ Gorge @ Greg-orian
Or another example combining vowel and consonant rotation:
  • Snake @ SNK @ Sneak @ Snack @ Sink @ [ K is an unvoiced G ] @ [ silencing of G ] @ Sing @ Singe
Links and Reference:
One cannot be ... told.. what the Matrix is. You have to see it for yourself
Here is a recent attempt at a document that may aid people in beginning the journey of examining the ideas of 'spell-casting'.
Here is my oldest and original attempt at an introduction to the topic.
Here is a short essay on interpreting 'numeric loadings' found within words and phrases, and here is another slightly longer one.
Here is my second major attempt at an introduction.
Here is yet another (when meaning is circular, and when we talk in circles, there is no obvious starting point)
Here is another attempt at discussing the 'reading of the code'.
Here is an essay about the possible 'intentions' behind the code, presuming they exist.
Here is a collation of various theories and thoughts about how the alphabetic codes might have been constructed, or the thoughts that might have been on the minds of the original hypothetical architects (perhaps a bit complicated as a starting point)
Here is one of a number of poems I wrote wherein each line has at least two 'loaded' numbers' encoding into it - to prove that everyday human beings are capable of such feats.
Here is an index to all my pages dedicated to specific numbers.
Here is the contents page of my wiki.
Here is a disclaimer to the arts of spell-casting and interpretation.
Space Rock @ Special Rock @ ONE Special Rock...
  • "1 Special Rock" = 343 primes
  • "A=1 Special Rock" = 393 english-extended 333 jewish-latin-agrippa 345 primes
The three numbers, 333, 343 and 393 ( along with 474 and 747) are, to me, some of the most important keys (outside of the obvious ones like 123, or 1234, 666, 777, or 911 etc).
Monolith @ MNLTh @ "Moonlight" = 314 jewish-latin-agrippa 345 primes
  • "The Moonlights" = "The Moon's Light" = 777 english-extended
The golden ratio, accurate to three decimal places, is 1.618...
  • "The Moonchild" = 1,618 squares
Links:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHWs3c3YNs4
2001: A Space Odyssey, black monolith
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSo6s_xrj4c
2001: A Space Odyssey :: Meaning of the Monolith Revealed
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Insure myself against four horseman
paid my tithe expired spent
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But a gnat perhaps who's too GAD to fly
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Perceptually far too derisive
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Decidedly distort bilked disincline
Writhe in through chasm in awe open wide
Formless figures summon uniform pride
Dismiss discontent conveyors subside
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Figured would be a piece of cake more at work than give and take
Thought this would be my big break but not knowing literally
Apprenticed construction now I maintain
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Swim or wallow in Uranus disdain
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need for improvement in her coveralls
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Rapt hints had she to intimate
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Invasive species multiplied since Zeus supplied his sun’s abyss
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Volunteer for brunt of blame acquiesced toxic shame domain
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Without the faintest regret or regard
Figured she was playing me but never thought she'd try so hard
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Attacked mine tranquility enacted thine stability
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Unfurled divest individuation
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Nothingness consistent contradiction
In retrospect ahead investigate that Which is suspect
Chastened flaming embers titillate orange September moon
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Demurrage fee aptly sought to regain lay of way terrain
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Mountain rubble crumbles bloodied red sea
Locusts cannibalistic commotion
Uncanny notion overt devotion
Fixed betwixt twin scorpions stings subtle by a hares degree
One longs to age as seas submit one hole subliminally
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Fuel to fire Aphrodite’s teasing
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Futile to resist flow fatal to ride
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Bureaucracy forced parentalism
Founding fathers Titan nepotism
The health preventative catechism
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Rewards gods some token compensation
Anyone here not get paid besides me
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None of the other prize winning
players gamble here but me
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Internally propelled by externals
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Open union upon Which we agreed
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Theories cosigned conspiracies maligned
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Universal conception pride of self
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Lies the only guise now found comprehensible
Prophylactic allude to didactic
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Titans empathizing with swimming clothes
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Propaganda grasshoppers enlist ants backbone socialist
Can't remember when gathered last had a say any matter
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Waiting for my minute to be clever
Stamp my name on the gods minds forever
My switchblade really needs to cut them off
No clue what the gods know only that they need to run the show Narcissistic parasites charisma lands entitlement
Vampires nourish roots to stunt encouragement
Protocol enticing invitation
Condemnation staged cooperation
Intolerable acts left no coercive tea leaves intact
Coven of bag passing Witches gave chase across red waters
Need another nine stitches sons twixt daughters
Waiting in the balance moment of force
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Soaked up dripped Wyrmwood postulated solvent tasted good
Full equilibrium half ballast set assail for malice
Octobers placid benign chilled chalice
Brain scan photocell senses light all is well
If instead bulb shows dead off with thee head
Also as a godsend bonus honed mom’s splendid jury throne
Captive chaperone audience fettered judgement chains inlaid
Skipping to a Witch hunt after masquerade
Topside upper deck on the promenade
Propellor fashion later ohm made blade
Behooved turtle jail sac tail flailed back satyromaniac
Passionate parade personifying Nature of tirade
Horney gimp hind quarters brace graced limp
Llama spitting image of Obama
Clinton's dole out cigars contribute scars
All guests in attendance dressed as promised change we forget lest
Salubrious familiar strangers grooving Harvey Danger
Politically free redundancy
Reagan closed asylums threw away key
Identity hath no cost found when lost
Consolidations vibrate quantized sinusoidal noise
Pullback hull triangulate alow by my device and Echo
Feel lonely frost amongst the other masks
Survival is appeasing to their tasks
Remember November elect Semper
Meaning faithful to all members not just only archaic
On the way to office run your head
through photovoltaic
Vanishing quickly old liquidity
Seven plagues capsized immortality
The line hath paid out to the bitter end
Too big to sail exhale replications glorification
Night zeniths elevation nadirs sun's regeneration
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2020.06.10 17:57 tercioteseu Chega de Saudade: Music as Emotion

Have you ever had that fuzzy, comforting, but at the same time bittersweet feeling of reminiscing something that you once lived/experienced that is now gone? Sometimes you feel that thinking about someone you dated, sometimes you feel it when you see something that once was part of your life and disappear from the face of earth; that being in a literal (discovering that the place where you went to school is now a parking lot) or metaphoric (as in watching a political party you supported when young fall into irrelevance) way.
You don’t necessarily miss those things, but since they once were a big part of your life, these songs, faces, places etc are encrusted deeply in our memories.
It can be in a fondly or in a sorrow way. The fact is that when you manage to catch a glimpse of those memoirs when reflecting about 'em, the nostalgia kicks in hard and you dive into this unique mixture of sentiments: melancholia and joy blend together to form one unforgettable sensation:
SAUDADE.
Saudade is a word that only exists in the Portuguese language (idiom spoken in Portugal and Brasil)
There are a few exemples examples of similar expressions around the world. Spanish and Catalan, both Latin derivatives, have Soledad and Soletad. But in the Hispanic context, the word has more of a Homesickness punch to it.
Edit: this information is actually incorrect! Soledad means loneliness. My bad!
Saudade is such an abstract but beautiful and relatable concept that the word deserved to be used in some form of music that would manage to perfectly portray liricallylyrically and instrumentally its significance, and thankfully that happened in 1959.
Many artists did it before. Many did it after.
But nobody did it best than João Gilberto.
Composed by the consecrated duo Vínicius de Moraes (poet, writer, diplomat and bohemian) and Antonio Carlos Jobim (Grammy winning jazz artist, composer, producer and pianist) in 1956, it wasn't recorded until 1958 when popular samba singer Elizeth Cardoso gave it a try on her album "Canção Do Amor Demais"
Elizeth´s version of the song wasn't a smash hit but it served to present it to João Gilberto. He played acoustic guitar in most of the recording sessions for the album (even though he ended up uncredited) and was particularly enchanted by “Chega de Saudade” musical arrangement and lyrics, so he contacted Vinicius and Tom and decided give his spin to it that same year.
A perfectionist, João spent numerous weeks taping take after take of “Chega de Saudade”, in search of a cleaner, sweeter sound to his guitar and squeaky but charming voice. The final recording (that being the one that was in the album) was taped at 10th of july, 1958)
The album was finally released in 1959 to critical acclaim and commercial success, starting off the Bossa Nova wave in Brazilian Popular Music of the early 60s.
Other bossa nova songs may be more well known and popular (“Girl from Ipanema”!) but the thing I love the most about “Chega de Saudade” is that is the perfect example of that feeling,described in its lyric.music.
It is to me the definitive sound of a Bittersweet but hopeful nostalgia, and i I think you guys should check it out.
I translated its lyrics so that you all can understand what he is talking about:

Go, my sadness And tell her that without her it cannot be
tell her in a prayer tell her to return, please because I can't suffer no more
enough of SAUDADE in reality, without her there is no peace
it is just sadness, there ain't no beauty, just pure sadness and this melancholia that won’t leave me won't leave, leave me.....
But if she came back If she came back
Oh, what a beauty oh what a madness.....
For there are less fish swimming in the sea than the kisses that i would give in your mouth
Deep inside my arms, the hugs shall be millions of hugs
Tight like this, united like this, silent like this
Just Hugs and kisses and endless caresses, you and me
To give end to this thing of "you living without me"
I want no more of this thing of "you away from me"

João Gilberto passed away last year. He was a great artist.
Full Song: https://youtu.be/G-G8-M10BZ4 Elizeth Cardosos rendition: https://youtu.be/B1vvBbGHKvM Great bit off of the documentary VÍNICIUS about Chega de Saudade: https://youtu.be/RKuaqpG10iA Chega de Saudade full album: https://youtu.be/Fum0TM-PAfM Girl from ipanema live with Tom and Vinicius: https://youtu.be/KJzBxJ8ExRk
I want to know if you guys also have favr songs like this, that musically describes an emotion.
Edit: you know whats funny? Yesterday was João Gilberto's birthday. I posted this without knowing.
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2020.04.12 03:13 YourLatinaQueen Growing up as a Latina and not knowing that you are a lesbian.

Hello to all ya lovely people!
I hope you are taking care of yourself during this time. This is the first time I ever share my story to anyone!
I wan to do it because first of all I am not from the U.S.A, I was born, raised and still living in a latin american (small) country. And even tho I relate soooo much to many of the stories I still feel that I quite don’t fit because my social context is very different and I write this in hope there might be any other person that grew up in a latin country or in a latin environment and can feel related too.
Believe me growing up in a social-latin environment + religion can be very hard for a LGTBQ+ kid, because Latinos combine religion with morals (even if they don’t go to church they still do it) so if you are queer you are just a bad terrible person because that’s not why “god” made the women and the men to be that way. Also the culture in general is very misogenous so something worse that being a homosexual man is homosexual women. Also they are all very persistent in whats for girls and what is for boys, here If you are born female the next day they pierce your ears so that every one knows you are a girl, if you don’t dress “like a girl” you are going to be bully and the will call you a “lesbian” and not in a good way.
I want to apologize if there are any misspelling, english is not my first language, also this is going to be very long because I wrote this on my “secret” blog but it is in Spanish so I translated it to english to make it accessible for everyone It is more like a story, very personal but I want to share In case some one wants to know more or have any questions about their sexuality.

-MY LIFE TRYING TO BE HETEROSEXUAL-

I’m a 25 years old cis female (latina), I’m the oldest of three siblings, a brother and a sister both with bipolar disorder. My father was very absent during my life even though we lived in the same house (very common in latin countries) and on the other hand my mother was physically (hit us) and verbally abusive to all of us (she still is, verbally). One of my fathers is a pedophile and he abuse of me and my sister when we were kids but we didn't know this until 4 years ago that we started going to therapy. I know this all sounds awful but still I was a happy person most of the time and very social (still to this day :) )
As I said, I was verbally abused by my mother and growing up I never felt like the other girls, I know that the gender identity / how you dress does not determine your sexuality but I do not know, I did not want to get married, boys were my friends, I did not want to paint my nails, or wear earrings I didn't even liked heels, I loved playing sports with my friends and being in shorts and sneakers all day long and my mom didn't like this she was always upset with me for being different and not being "feminine enough" she didn’t like shopping with me because I wouldn’t choose the kind of cloths that she would want me to pick (?) When we went shopping if I chose something and she didn't like it she wouldn't buy it from me and start saying things like “ that’s not very girly” or “thats ugly I’m not buying it”.
So when I turn 13-14 I start to change a lot because I wanted my mom to be happy, I wanted her to be proud of how I dressed and how I acted therefore I started to dress more "like a woman" despite not feeling 100% happy or comfortable, I started going to the evangelical church (She was attending too) and I just became super religious because that was the only way she would shut up, I was SO tired of fighting with her, I became the person she wanted me to be. I literally became someone else.
I went to a catholic all girls school (hahaha!) and I had very strong connections with some of my female friends, I felt that they were my soulmates, I imagined that we were going to travel the world together, if we fought it was very very intense but since I was in an all-women school for me that was normal. I can't remember if I had sexual thoughts because any pulse I had oppressed it because that's what they taught me in church.
As my school was the only women's school in the whole country, all the men and women I met throughout my life were always asking me question like "it is true that everyone in your school is a lesbian" I felt so bad because for me being a lesbian was like an illness, a choice, it was the same as killing or stealing because that was what they (the evangelical church) had taught me. Those comments bothered me a lot, I became defensive and told them things like: “no! none of my friends are lesbians thats a lie” and I got really angry. It was so common for me to hear the word lesbian with a bad connotation so I create a phobia towards it.
I tried to like the boys, in the quinceañeras I got to kiss with a couple of them, when they wanted something more serious I ran away and told my friends that the boy was not handsome enough to go out with. Girls at my school were crazy about other boys and I couldn’t understand why I did not feel that way.
When I turned 16 I decided that I would be celibate until marriage because that was what the pastor said in the church that we should do, in addition my family was not the best one, I could see all the heterosexual families in the church "being happy" then I began to relate heterosexual marriage to true happiness. I thought that was my purpose. I met a girl in the church and we became best friends, again I felt that this girl was my soulmate, i loved her so much, when she hang with other girls I was jealous because that was my best friend not someone else best friend (funny is that now SHE is a lesbian an has a girlfriend hahaha we still good friends tho :).) Little by little I was withdrawing from my other friends at school because they wanted to have sex with men and I did not because I was taught it was a sin, I thought it was sinful. At church they had taught me that I should forgive the sinner but not be a friend of the sinner. Anything related to sex or homosexuality = sin = god not happy = god not blessing me.
Homosexuality for me was like a big lie, I really really taught that homosexuality was a sinful choice. As a teenager I was scare of being a homosexual, many times I will find my self thinking “ what if I am gay?” god wont love me, my family wont love me, but at the same time I really believed it was impossible to be one because there was not a single representation of lesbians in my life, it was like unicorns a myth, they were gay men but never lesbians.
I got to have a boyfriend from church when I was 17 (ish) but the truth is that we didn't see each other much, apart from kisses nothing actually happened and in the end he went to the United States to study so nothing happened. I got over it like in a week.
Then in my last year of school I met a boy who turned out to be my boyfriend for 5 years from 18 to 22 years old. During this time I started going to college in my country (here you usually stay with your parents until you get married). The first two years of relationship we did not have sex because I did not feel ready, he touched my breasts and that but I did not want to be penetrated "yet". The pressure to have sex began in the second year of college, I started to have a group of super solid friends but they were all straight and my friends only talked about sex with men, how much they liked having sex with men. I felt left out because I was still a virgin and at the same time I was determined to feel that too, I had a boyfriend so why couldn’t I feel this. I wanted with all my strength to feel what my friends were feeling. By this time I was no longer going to church I had a HUGE fight with my mother when I was 19 and I stop going. I was 21 when I lost my virginity, I didn’t like it.
My friends told me that maybe he was no good in bed and maybe I should go out with other people and try ... I honestly thought that that was the problem with me not liking sex. During this time my parents got divorced, my sister tried to commit suicide and my brother began to develop bipolarity, so it was super difficult for me to break up with my boyfriend because I did not want to be alone, nor be in my house, so I was with him because I felt safe, I loved him but not like that ... I was with him for emotional help and because I thought that nobody was going to love me due to my family problems. Sex with him was not something I was looking for, most times we saw each other I had sex with him, but I did it to please him, not for me. I HATED oral sex, I hated it when he tried to do anything sex related. It was terrible, many times I cried in the middle of intercourse and I really
thought it was due to my family problems OR because I was abused when I was a child.
I thought I was broken.
I wanted to break up with him, to experiment with other boys (remember that I thought homosexuality was an option so I never contemplated having sex with a woman despite the fact that I have always wanted to kiss one just to try, and ALL my sexual fantasies where with me fucking girls lol but for me it was normal, like i truly believe that all girls had that struggle. ). So after a LOT of thinking I decide I could no longer lie to him and I told him I want a break up, it was crazy because he was devastated and I was super fine, I thought we will be friends after that but he was very angry with me so thats when it made me a little sad. By this time, one of my best (male) friends came out as BISEXUAL. And I was super surprised, it was the first time I ever heard the word bisexual (and I was fucking 22 years old okey!?). Some friends began saying biphobic things, they started to say bad things about my friend and they stop being our friends because of that. I still thought I was heterosexual, I thought feeling more physical attraction to women was normal because women are too pretty, like who doesn't like women, right?.
From October 2017 thru June 2019 I was only dating men. I have only had sex with one person so why not give it a try. Every single time I had to go on a date I felt nervous I didn’t want to met up with them, one time I even asked a friend to take me to the date because I was feeling like I was to throw up, but for me it was like a normal anxiety, like the one you feel when you are about to talk in public or try something new. With some of them I just had one date and ran away the next day, some of the other guys I dated them for 1 month to 7 months. Sex was never good, i didn’t want to call them my boyfriends because i was not okey with it something was missing all the freacking time.The emotional connection I had with them was very little in spite of the fact that many were super fun, super attentive, super affectionate and some very good looking. They gave me cringe.
In march 2018 I went out for diner with one of the guys I was seeing during that time, he asked me “ why are you always staring at girls??” and I was like: umm what do you mean? I just think they are pretty, no reason why. I went home and I cried a lot because I thought
omg he is going to find out that i watch lesbian porn and that I think girls are better but I’m not gay” after thinking A LOT I was like shit I am bisexual, just like my friend., not just for staring at girls but because my attraction to girls has always been WAY more intense than to men and somehow I realize I was into girls to, I have always been scared of saying out loud that I found girls prettier than men so I never shared it with no one, not even close girl friends because I didn’t want them to treat me bad.
After thinking about it a lot I decided to tell him I was bisexual and he didn't not take it okey , he said many bad things.
I was already identifying my self as bisexual, even tho little people knew. Another friend of mine from college started saying that she was bisexual too and my heterosexual female friends from college start saying bad things about her like " omg I can't believe she is not straight, like I have had pajamas parties with her this is nasty" I felt bad.. my friends didn't accepted that my other girl friend was bisexual so I kept in silence.
I would always pick a random guy from a place/party/etc and decide I was going to like him (as long if he met my criteria list) or in other scenario if a guy was into me I would then started playing attention to him, before that he was invisible to me, not attractive at all.
I feel that a part of me was using sex to feel more heterosexual or to try to fit in and understand my heterosexual friends more (they were very sexual with men and liked it) even though I identified as bisexual I was very afraid to kiss a woman and that I liked it more than being with men because I knew that society was going to judge me if I went out with a woman.
This is the part when things became really weird for me
In January 2019 start dating a girl, she was the ONLY lesbian I knew by then because she was open about it.. I was not forced I actually wanted to be with her, we kissed i like it but at the same time another guy was hitting on me, I didn’t like him but he was good looking I guess, like all the girls I knew had a crush on him so at this point I don’t even know WHY I WAS DOING THIS.. so I stopped going out with her (she was dating other people at the time so it was okey) and date this guy... I date him for 3 months he was super nice to me, cook for me and everything but I couldn’t have sex with him. I was feeling so alone, I just REALLY thought I just was afraid of commitment due to my parents separation. So I broke up with him because I was not feeling it, AGAIN and he told me: I think you are still into this other girl you were dating before me... he was right. I couldn’t stop thinking about her I wanted her so I text her like the next day and ask her out again.
We date (from July-October 2019) and this time was very difficult for me, the amount of shame I was feeling in me was killing despite the fact that my close friends are all gay men and some bisexual women. We had sex and it was soooo good, best oral sex ever! but after sex I was feeling SO fucking ashamed, I was too aware when holding her hand or kissing her in public because I knew people here can be very aggressive, I was so scared.
And it happened, we went to a bar and I kissed her on the cheek and the waiter told us that it was okey but that we couldn't do that there in public so we left. It made me angry and so sad. Few days after this I tried to tell my sister that I was into girls and the only thing she said to me is that she did not want to talk about it, that I was creating a problem and that It could not be possible, she told me “ you cant be a lesbian because you have dated many boys before I think is a phase” She was really angry and once again i felt really bad so I started to ignore the girl I was dating and finally I broke up with her. I was not able to identify at the moment what was going on with me, I liked her but the amount of shame I felt would not let me breathe.
While I was dating this girl a friend told me that my co-worker, a very thin and feminine man, had a crush on me, I never noticed himuntil another coworker told me about it so AGAIN I started having “a crush” on another man. Now I realize that I used him to avoid my relationship with this woman because I was afraid (very bad I know but at the time I couldn't notice). After three weeks I was dating my male coworker. He was super fun and attentive but after two months I stopped loving him, started to hate sex, I didn't even want to touch or kiss him, it made me sick and there was no reason. I was still thinking about the only girl I had ever dated. (Lets remember that I was really believing I was bisexual, this is very important because as a bisexual therefore I believed that “my attraction” to men was attraction not COMP. HET.)
So I went to twitter and I tweeted “ What If I’m a lesbian and I’m just struggling with internalize homophobia and I just can’t accept my true sexual orientation“ and a gay friend send me a DM to me and told me to watch a video about COMP. HET. (It was contrapoints video REALLY GOOD ONE). I watched the all video like 2 times..I spent 5 hours of my live doing online research, “I’ m a lesbian?” “HOW THE F* I KNOW IF I AM A LESBIAN” Most stories on the internet where like “ nah i always knew” i was like wtf this can be, I never really knew! whats wrong with me. I was shocked by then I didn't have reddit at that time so I created an account and I got into this sub-reddit and read the "master doc" thoroughly and was shocked at how real it was. For the first time in life I felt that my sexuality had an explanation, I am a lesbian but this time I do not say it with much fear.
I read the master document and felt that they were describing me. It was ALL me
I went on dates with 11 different men and had sex with 6 of them but non was enough. I felt that I could not be a lesbian because I had dated many men and felt "attraction" for them, when I realized that it was anxiety I felt that a super big weight was taken from me, I no longer have to go out with men anymore! I no longer have to put my self thru this shit!!
I have never felt so sure of who I am. I will not lie, I still question it and in a way I still think that maybe there is a man in a billion that I’ll love enough to want to marry him but within me I know that it is not true, I wouldn’t be honest with myself. I can’t marry with a man because I know I will always be craving girls.
I mean women are super beautiful and sexy, now I do feel like getting married and looking for love, now that I know I like women and not men. I am not afraid of compromise, I feel so free and happy. Now that i look back I just think “ ohhh my god I was such a gay kid hahaha, like everything was so gay”.
This is a continuous battle, I am still not ready to date a girl because I want to be a better person and I want to love and accept myself as I am, I still find it hard to say the word "lesbian" I still feel that it is something ugly but every day it becomes easier . When the quarantine is over I plan to move and go to therapy, we'll see what happens.
You can do this, you can get over your toxic family, you can get over this misogenous, sexist and homophobic society. It doesn’t matter if you dated a bunch of guys, if you feel good loving just women now it is all good and if you are bisexual thats very valid too.
Las amo chicas, el amor no es un privilegio heterosexual!!
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2020.04.06 04:11 crazygamebino my work in progress man or monster still writing chp 2 aka the second half of the story

Chapter 1: Hell is the bastard’s heaven
I’m a seventh-generation Arch-Daemon. My kind were the judge and jury of hell keeping everyone else under control. I never wanted to rule hell, so I left. It was the middle of December when I arrived, mortals were too busy shopping to notice a hellspawn in the middle of Detroit. As I clawed my way out of hell someone did notice me. It was a little girl who seemed to be homeless, her clothes were dirty, torn beyond repair, and she was shivering from the cold weather. I approached her to give her some warmth with an inextinguishable flame and then turned to leave. She thanked me but she noticed my horns and asked, “what are you? Are you the devil? My grandma told me stories about you, but none of them made you the good guy who helped people at least without backstabbing the person.” I stopped and explained, “I was born as a demon that would rule hell for the next thousand years. I did not want that job. So, I escaped hell and you were the first person to see me. I wasn’t dammed from heaven or earth. Hell was where I was born… where I was going to rule for the next millennia. I don’t want to be a cog in a pointless wheel. Where I have no choice of what to be. Who are you anyway?” I knelt down in front of her and enhanced the flame to burn brighter seeing I made it too small. As I enhanced the flame she said, “I’m Emilia can I ask you something else?” I nodded and she asked, “Is heaven real?” I paused for a moment contemplating how to explain it to a child before saying, “yes and no, as I told you I came from hell, but heaven and hell are not what you mortals believe it to be. Hell is merely the waiting room for your soul to be reborn until it is worthy of its entrance into heaven. Heaven is the absolute endgame and very few souls actually go to heaven on their first run.” Emilia asked, “so that means I wasn’t worthy? Wait if you're here who running hell? I thought you said you were responsible for keeping everything under control?” I explained, “my little brother took over my position for my rule and his rule and everything is under control. I had to run like a wanted man through hell afterward because our father wanted to put me in chains to force me to do the job. And that is when you saw me, and you not being worthy of going to heaven yet means you still have work to do. That could also mean God needs you to do something in this lifetime before going there. To put it bluntly, all souls aren’t bad or unworthy of heaven, but there are some who are ready are needed here before getting their final call. Kind of like an rsvp to heaven for helping God out. If that makes sense.” Gesturing to my own tattered clothes I asked, “Why are you out here in the freezing cold in those rags, I’m the devil who ran away from hell, so I should have that excuse.” She explained, “I don’t have a home, I’ve been here since the beginning of October. Because my…” she stopped before finishing her thought. I asked, “why did you stop? But judging by the uncomfortable look you have. You don’t want me to pry further so I won’t. Do you have somewhere to go for the night? I can make you something to live in with my abilities. Also, have you eaten something recently?” Her eyes glistened with hope for a moment before saying, “really can you do that? And no, I haven’t eaten in two days. Can you make some food for me?” I explained, “sadly no that’s God’s forte I can craft whatever he creates but I can’t make food without going through a tedious process. Something similar to cooking a cake with a pie recipe. You are going to get a cake, but it is more trouble than its worth. But I can make money with ease as long as it is a reasonable amount.” I extended my hand before asking, “So do you walk with the devil for a bite to eat?” Emilia slowly extended her hand grabbing my index finger. As we started walking to a nearby diner I asked, “how old are you, Emilia?” Emilia looked at me curiously, “why do you want to know that?” I explained to her that it was a basic checklist of things I needed to know to take care of her and anything she tells me would be committed to memory never forgotten. But what I didn’t say that it also served as a bookmark to see her entire life story. If I wanted to know more about her without her consent. I could read it without worry. Emilia smiled curiously, “oh, in that case, I’m nine years old I have a peanut allergy and my favorite meal is Kkwabaegi.” I smiled back, “you have a sweet tooth don’t you. I know those are Korean style twisted doughnuts. How? I can speak every language on the planet. Come on let's get some food in you.” We sat in a booth ate and talked about our life stories. I avoided the topic of her father and she avoided mine. I pointed out people I saw in hell and what they did to get out of hell and what they are here to do. As we finished our meal an older woman approached our table and said “Luctamen, you are far from home, aren’t you? Our Lord wants to know. When you close your eyes, what do you see? Do you hold the light or is darkness underneath? In your hands, there's a touch that can heal. But in those same hands, is the power to kill.” I stood confused and asked, “do I know you, mam, and what does that even mean? The old woman smirked, “for someone in charge of seeing if one is pure enough for the holy gates. You seem to not know what you are. It’s almost poetic. I’m Archangel Michael. I only took this form to not arouse suspicion.” I started getting a headache and asked, “why didn’t you lead with that point? I don’t know what I am. Mortals call me a monster, but I feel like a man with nothing.” I took Emilia's hand and began to leave when Michael stopped us and pulled me to the side me saying, “be warned a soul beyond redemption has escaped hell and you are his quarry for what you did to stop him. He seeks to return the favor.” After that Michael vanished and I was unnerved. Almost a century ago, I had to stop a soul that seemed to be getting worse and eviler by the day. It only worked because I dismembered him and threw him into the deepest pit in hell and hearing that ripping him to pieces wasn’t enough to stop him, I was visibly shocked. I was only snapped out of it when I saw how uncomfortable Emilia was. I regained my composure before apologizing, “Sorry I was thinking about that demon. It’s just the last time we met I had to kill him, and hearing he is alive was a slight shock. Hopefully, little bro can restrain him and put him back before he escapes. So, we have little to worry about.” We left the diner and camped by it after I chanted an incantation for a fully operational shelter. Emilia just watched in amazement as a house rose fully built in a matter of seconds. I picked Emilia up and went inside. I gave her a house tour of the small home. After a few minutes, I stopped at a door and said, “Emilia this is your room, all you have to do is imagine it and I’ll make it a reality. She paused for a moment before exclaiming, “I got it! I know what it looks like.” I told her to grab my hand and imagine it to its full potential. A few seconds later, I opened the door to a bright colorful room filled with toys of all types. But there was a spot of the room that was left bleak, dark, and ominous. I asked, “did you imagine that?” pointing towards the aforementioned corner. Emilia ran behind me begging me to make it go away, I told her I couldn’t without knowing what it was that caused that spot to appear. She wouldn’t say and the room's color began decaying and becoming disfigured. I picked Emilia up and ran out of the room before destroying it. I wanted to ask her what happened, but I couldn’t. Seeing her curled up on the ground crying her eyes out by her now destroyed room. I just held her close through the night, watching her dream room burn to a crisp. Trying to offer some semblance of peace I just held her close. Morning came and I carried her on my back outside and sat on the curb. I looked down to see Emilia clutching my arm. I asked, “is what happened in there related to your father? At least tell me that much.” she said nothing and only nodded. I cradled her in my arms and let her cry her eyes out. Some time passed before I asked Emilia if she wanted to go somewhere else to clear her mind, she said yes. So, I sprouted my wings, horns, and took flight. We landed in Vancouver after a few hours. We went to the Victoria Butterfly Gardens in Central Saanich. I saw Emilia smiled for the first time since the incident. I told a group of butterflies to give her a nice memory. I thought about if I should break my word and look at her story behind her back. Emilia knows I can, and she has seen me do it. But I couldn’t convince myself to do it. The day was coming to an end and we left the garden. We went back to Detroit a few months later for the end of spring. On the way during the flight home, I asked Emilia, “are you okay telling me about your dad? If not just say no and I’ll never bring it up again.” Emilia was silent for a moment before asking, “you didn’t look at my story?” I explained how I felt uncomfortable going behind her back. And I wanted her story, not the book's story. Emilia was silent throughout the flight. We landed back in Detroit near Ford Field a few hours later, before Emilia said, “I can’t I want to tell you everything, but I can’t. I don’t know where to start, where to stop. Can you read me? Please I want to get this off my chest.” I did as asked and opened Emilia's life book. I saw her entire life from her premature birth to her mother’s death at the hand of her father in front of her. But I also saw her father physically and sexually abuse his daughter since she was four years old. To the moment she was thrown where I found her a few months later and left for dead before I escaped hell and saved her, she was put through hell for no reason and that made my horns and wings ignite in a fit of rage. I took a moment to calm myself before hugging Emilia. A few hours passed as the sun began to set, I wrapped Emilia in my wings and wished her a good night's sleep. I made a promise to never hurt her and to always be by her side. We awoke the next morning in the clouds. I immediately transformed into my apex demon form and grabbed Emilia before realizing we were at the gates of heaven. Emilia and I were gestured over to the gate and were told to go meet God herself. I was asked to get rid of my wings while in heaven. I said, “no not happening. You should know that already, hurry up and give us directions. I still have a demon to kill back on earth.” The angel stammered as he guided us to God’s quarters. “her excellency… is this way, sir.” We arrived at his door and Emilia knocked. God never stuck to any one form. One moment he’s a grizzled old man with the physique of a god, the next she’s a little girl with heterochromia playing with a cat. So, I had no idea what to expect when the door opened. Only to see a beautiful woman garbed in a loose-fitting robe. I jokingly asked as I entered the room, “Is this why people worship you? I admit it works well on you my love. I was half-expecting a grizzled old man. But it is good to see you in your own skin for once, I want to ask why you summoned Emilia as well?” God spoke in a soft tone, “flirtatious, aren’t you? How bout we ditch the formalities. Luct you’ve already shown me your wanting of a new purpose. And it looks like you found her before I went to meet your father to make you her guardian angel. I wanted to ask you this with Emilia present. But it seems you took fatherhood instead. So is she the purpose you’ve sought after my love?” without hesitating I said, “yes, fatherhood was never my goal and I guess you already knew I was throwing darts to see which one stuck. But Emilia has filled that hole I’ve had for the past hundred years. And I don’t plan on digging it up again.” God slowly approached me until she was pressing against my chest, and whispered, “what happens when she dies? I know you’ve seen it. The day she dies, what happens then? You will live for the next two centuries in regret or joy for the moments you’ve shared?” as she finished speaking, she gave me a kiss. I told her simply, “each moment I have to spend with Emilia good bad and in between will always be a treasured memory.” Emilia and god both smiled and out of nowhere god asked Emilia, “Luctamen will live for the next two hundred years if he doesn’t do anything stupid. Would you want to join him? You would still age normally until your body fully developed at twenty-one. But after that, I’ll give you your choice of wings and those will symbolize your new lifespan and you can walk by his side till his time comes to an end. After that, both of you will be admitted to heaven. Does that sound good to you?” Emilia paused for a moment to think, after a few minutes she gave her answer, “yes I want to join my dad on his journey.” God softly laughed and smiled before saying, “it looks like you’ve moved up to dad, good luck on your hunt and newfound purpose. The demon that’s after you will be in the waters near Samoa in a five years’ time. We cannot allow him to reach the islands so I will give you something that will put him down for good.” she presented me a chained blade and said, “this is the only thing that can kill me and you. So, it should kill him without consequence. Be careful I don’t want to lose you.” Emilia and I left heaven and went back to Detroit after spending another day in heaven so I could train with my new blade. On the way down from heaven Emelia asked, “Hey dad, are you and dating God?” I responded, “yes and no. We come from a lineage of divine beings. My family rules hell, her family rules heaven. The only reason heaven is the final stop for souls is because my great-grandfather lost a bet that gave heaven to the angels. Before that angels and demons would roam the pearly gates together. But now they’ve developed a superiority complex and view us as underlings. So yes, I am dating God but that is only a title like Devil. Her real name is Amore. We were set up for an arranged marriage by our fathers, but we bailed before the ceremony because we didn’t want to be forced together and flew down to earth during the crusades. Her father was not mad after seeing our true feelings and agreed to call off the wedding until we wanted it. My father, on the other hand, threatened to rip my wing off my back and beat me with them if I didn’t go through the marriage. I began plotting my escape after that. This was my only successful escape attempt out of hundreds. As you probably saw from my scars the conversation afterwards wasn’t pleasant. I guess that’s why I took an interest in you after we met. Our pasts related so much, both our fathers were pieces of crap who hurt us in more ways than one. And we each found some form of escape to find one another. Who are we kidding? We were thrown out of jail by the warden and found companionship with one another in the streets. Mine only looked like an escape.” We landed back at the diner and grabbed a meal, Emilia asked, “so am I an angel now or do I have to wait until I’m older?” I laughed, “calm yourself mortal, you still have to grow up before getting your wings. But you are officially an angel now. By the way, what wings are you going to get?” Emilia looked at me confused, “I get a choice? What type of wings can I get?” I explained how wing customization worked. “you have the standard wings the angels get. White feathery etcetera. Or demon wings like mine, bat-like wings you won’t get their horns denizens of hell get. But everything you’ve seen from my wings are up for grabs. But no one ever bothers to further customize them and that’s why every angel and demon you see basically have the same wings. you have infinite possibilities, color, size, ephemera aka the trail you wings leave during flight. Imagination is the only limit, but no one bothers to use it, even after being told, “you know you can change your wings, right?” But no one bothers and that just makes me mad.” Emilia laughed, “I never took the devil for a lover of art. I decided what wings I want. Black angel wings with a firefly trail.” I joked, “you’re just like Amore sweet, curious, and queen of making weird requests all while being adorable.” I regularly went to heaven for the next two years to train. One day Emilia and I were on our way home when I overhead a group of angels saying, “do we really need that demon and why is she allowed in here?” I stopped and asked Emilia to wait for a second and approached the angels. They got quiet when they saw me approaching, I only said, “Te videbo in caelo. Or is it volo videre te? Goodbye angels, I’ll be back later.” The shocked looked look on their face was enough for me and I returned to Emilia and went back to earth. Emilia asked, what did you say did to those angels dad?” I explained, “I was speaking Latin and said see you in heaven or is see you in hell? Some of these angels have a superiority complex that they believe they’re the only ones who can still speak Latin and are better than everyone else. That’s why I hate going there, I only went to see Amore and to train.” A few weeks passed, Emilia asked, “dad, did God make the world?” I answered, “yes and no. The big bang was a fight between angels and demons that brought us to your universe. We didn’t make your world or you. We just took reign and guided your species. You didn’t listen and dove right off the cliff. And call her Amore she hates that title as much as I hate Devil.” Emilia looking embarrassed apologized, “I didn’t know you hated being called that sorry, what should I call you?” I picked Emilia up before telling her, “you can call me whatever you want devil, dad, or Luct. You don’t say devil with malice or God expecting something, you are one of the only genuine people who respects our titles like they’re our name.” Amore approached and said, “Luct is right, we are the leaders and those under us are constantly trying to usurp us. My uncle tried to kill me and my father but Luct saved us. In questionable fashion but saved none the less.” I laughed, “questionable fashion huh? Well excuse me we were supposed to meet up to go to earth. but no I had to kill an angel while fighting everyone who thought I was going berserk. Your brother got knocked out because of it. He still owes me an apology.” Amore looked at me and shook her head, “really? Wasn’t breaking his jaw apology enough?” I scoffed, “I hate that you’re right. But still, he tried to kill me.” I started to leave but stopped and asked Amore, “I strolled through heaven and kept my sanity. So when are you going to visit the devil’s den to escape this elitist insanity? Live with the peasants for a bit. It’ll do you some good.” Amore laughed before saying, “you’ll never give up on that cheesy pick up line, but it won’t work this time I have more self-control. I don’t have a sibling I can trust to enjoy the mischief you have planned for me. Goodbye Emilia I’ll start giving you flight lessons next time.” trying to restrain myself from making an inappropriate joke for the sake of Emilia. I said, “yeah I’m lucky enough to have a brother that I knew I could trust. Funny isn’t it the devil has a trustworthy brother while god has traitorous filth surrounding her. And hey! Not everything I do is mischievous! Devious yes, I can’t help it, but the doors always open for your majesty. We’ll see you tomorrow. Hold on Emilia we’re taking off.” I sprouted my wings and began the journey home. During the flight Emilia asked, “how fast can you fly?” I answered, “I can go up to Mach ten or if I’m bored Mach twenty, and don’t ask you wouldn’t survive going ten times the speed of sound without proper equipment and training, I’m an otherworldly being who is used to that level of force. You will be able to do the same when you are fully trained. You will have to fly slow and low when you first get your wings. Then you will learn how to fly a bit faster at higher altitudes and I’ll be gliding with you to catch you if you fall. After you get the hang of your wings. We’ll fly higher and only then will we see if you can pass the test I have planned for you.” We landed back in Detroit and I summoned a small house to stay in. I asked Emilia, “how do you feel about making your room?” Emilia smiled and said, “I think I’m ready, and I have you to thank for it.” she grabbed my hand and we went inside to create our rooms. I made my room first and created a small room with a fireplace and a black acoustic guitar. Emilia asked, “why did you put a guitar in your room?” I answered, “who do think introduced different styles of music to you mortals. Amore and I were bored and we wanted to see what you could make. Though we did help with some genres, you can thank me for funk and blues. Speaking of making, let’s go make your room.” We left my room and I conjured a door and asked, “do you remember what to do?” she nodded and grabbed my hand. There was a brief moment of silence before she opened the door. As we entered the room I was greeted to a picture of Amore, Emilia, and myself showing off our wings. I gazed upon the room to see a tea set on one side and a guitar on the other by the bed. I jokingly asked, “a bedside guitar? I’ll teach you a few cords tomorrow. Good night dear.” I left and went to my room keeping my eye on Emilia just in case her room went to hell again. Luckily the night was calm, and she woke up smiling jumping into my arms. Asking me, “When are you going to teach me how to play the guitar, can you teach me a little now?” I playfully replied, “learn how to control those wings first, after that I’ll teach you a few chords.” After eating breakfast, we flew to heaven ready for Emilia’s flight training.
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2019.12.27 23:54 uselesslexa my twin flame saved me twice

my twin flame and I initially met in high school.
she was a sophomore, I was a freshman.
our high school only offered Spanish, French, and Latin to fulfill the foreign language requirement, and of these, only Spanish interested me. given that I'm a native Spanish speaker, I was placed in Spanish 2. my twin flame was taking her second year of Spanish at the same time, so we were in the same class. we ended up meeting in Spanish class.
she adopted me as "her freshman," meaning that she wanted to guide me throughout my first year at the school and integrate me into her friend group. this happened at a time when I was contemplating suicide because I felt so lonely and isolated from everyone at the school. prior to having become her freshman, I avoided lunch and/or ate it in the restrooms. sometimes, I'd just sob in the restrooms. she saved me from that.
given my Livejournal post history at the time, I was completely enamored with her. I spoke well of her often, and I even mentioned wanting to be more like her. at the time, she was vivid and loud and incredibly friendly. I was the complete opposite.
during the two years that I was in high school, my twin flame was my shining light. I assumed it was just a strong admiration thing. I joined the school's all-female choir because of her and found my voice. when I was registering for classes for junior year, I wanted to join both the all-female choir and the unisex choir because she had registered for both. due to scheduling conflicts, I couldn't, though. not that it mattered because I ended up dropping out of high school at the beginning of my junior year due to poor mental health.
nearly a year and a half later, I resumed dating my high school partner, who was a friend and classmate of my twin flame and who had been, at the time, the only other "out" person at our high school besides me. I remember my ex telling me about my twin flame and their friendship and about how my twin flame had come out as pansexual. I shrugged off this information because I was in a relationship.
two years after that, my younger sister came home and told me that she had seen my twin flame on their college campus. they both went to the same college for undergrad and were in the same program, so there were many times that they saw each other despite being two years apart. my sister would come to me every now and again to tell me that she saw my twin flame, and I just shrugged off the information because I had assumed my twin flame wouldn't remember me.
then ten years passed.
it was a crappy October night, and I was suicidal with intent and a plan. ample rejections, grad school stress, and a bunch of little things compounded to the point where I simply couldn't take it anymore. yet, for some strange reason, something told me to check the HER dating app one last time. I did, and that's when I came upon my twin flame's profile. I got very excited but didn't expect anything when I right-swiped her. additionally, her profile stated that she was polyamorous with a partner, which is something I wasn't into. still, I figured she and I could resume our friendship from so many years ago.
on her end, she had downloaded and signed up for HER for the second time after a while. she wasn't necessarily looking for a partner, but something inside her told her to download the app. so she did, and on that Tuesday, October 8th night, she got a friend request on the app from me. she became very excited and quickly accepted my request.
we went to message each other at almost the exact time and sent each other nearly the exact same message at the same time. it was freaky weird but funny. as it turned out, we both remembered each other, and we got to talking as if little time had passed. after only a few messages, she gave me her phone number, and we began texting.
we texted each other often, from the very moment one of us would wake up to the moment one of us would fall asleep. the connection we had was undeniable, but I was hesitant to fall into it because of the polyamory thing. the fact that she had a male partner just wasn't my thing, but it seemed increasingly trivial the more we talked. still, I was afraid to ask her on a date. on October 14th, I mustered the courage to do so, though, and we ended up having our first date on October 18th.
we both enjoy spooky things, so our date started with a ghost tour of sorts. as much as I wanted to hold her hand or touch her, I refrained because I was unsure about how she felt despite the glaringly obvious signs she had kept sending me both in person and through text. yep, I'm the kind of person who believes there's no way others can possibly be into me, so those signs went over my head. I later learned she also wanted to touch me and for me to touch her during the date. big whoops on that one. as we moved into the second part of the date, she assumed that I must not have been into her. I could barely speak the whole time because I was very much into her.
during the second part of the date, I became much more relaxed, and we sat and talked for hours about all sorts of stuff. at some point, I recall her mentioning to someone that she and I were vibing, and it was then that I was sure that she was into me. I knew I had to make a move, but I didn't know how or when or even where. when the restaurant we were at was closing for the night, we left, and she drove me home.
we sat and talked in her car for some time, and eventually, I mustered the courage to touch her face. she told me to kiss her, so I did. it was, hands down, the best first kiss I've ever had. it was magical, and it ignited my soul. I didn't want to stop kissing her or touching her. I didn't want to leave her car and walk away from her. all I knew was from that moment forward, I wanted to spend every second of every day with her. I doubted she wanted the same, though, given that she had a partner and probably had better options on the table.
unbeknownst to me, she had experienced the same magic, the same fire, the same draw. that night, she returned home to her partner with a huge smile on her face and feeling happy as clams. this apparently took him by surprise, as she hadn't been that happy in forever. from that moment on, she was hooked on me.
in my fear that she wouldn't want me, I maintained contact with one other person I had also met through HER. however, I did cut off contact with everyone else I had been talking to through dating apps/reddit because a big part of me knew with whom I was meant to be.
fortunately, the date with this other person, although nice, ended on a sour note. two days after that, my twin flame asked me to be her girlfriend, and I then moved in with her two days after that. some fucked up shenanigans happened with her male partner soon thereafter, so the two of them broke up. it's been just the two of us now, and although I am the runner in the relationship and we have a host of challenges before us, I've never been happier and more loved than I am with my twin flame.
if you know anything about Myers-Briggs/MBTI, then you might be aware that ENFP and INFJ are considered a perfect combo. it turns out that I'm an ENFP, and my twin flame is an INFJ. there are so many wonderful things that coincide between the two of us, but to detail those would mean practically writing a book. one highlight is when she and I were playing Cards Against Humanity with her former (then) male partner and her friend, we always knew which card(s) belonged to the other. we were entirely in tune with each other in a way that had the other two side-eyeing us. to this day, we're in tune with each others' emotions, to the extent that no matter the distance between us, one knows what the other is feeling and, sometimes, thinking. it all seemed so crazy until we learned about twin flames.
since I know she'll read this, I just wanted to say... hi, mi amor!
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2019.11.11 12:45 martin84jazz A LITTLE LATE... METAL GALAXY, BABYMETAL AND KAMI BAND. THOUGHTS AND OPINIONS (galactic wall of text, sorry about that)

Hey there it's been a while. Since I hadn't been active for a few months I wanted to share with you some of my thoughts about the latest events. I therefore apologize in advance for the massive wall of text, I hope you do not fall asleep while reading this but on the other hand I won’t be surprised if you choose not go on after this incipit. Sorry in advance if my english is not always that fluent.
METAL GALAXY
I start off with the analysis of the album. I have to tell the truth, I feared the worst. I feared a big flop. Not at all a sales flop or a reception flop rather a flop on my part. I indeed had no doubts that the perplexed side of the fandom regained faith after the Yokohama concerts. I myself had been enthusiastic about their rebirth in the first place but this enthusiasm then faltered again after hearing the 30 second samples back in August. For a series of reasons including the fear of a lack of enough Moa in the album (which after all turned out to be partially true). I almost took for granted that this factor would have heavily affected my overall assessment of the album. Luckily enough it wasn’t like that. Despite everything I like it. I've been regularly listening to it since the day it was released and I think the band did a good job of getting a product of this level out after the controversial last period. I don't think it's a defect-free album, but I'll talk about it later. I now proceed with the track by track analysis. It's my rather definitive vision, result of dozens of listening but I can't rule out it still can change once I see the new songs performed live or proshot.
1-FUTURE METAL: Excellent opening. Since the very first notes it gives a pretty clear idea about the first disc sound direction. Electronic waves, synthetic voices, choirs and a majestic final keyboard arpeggios explosion. "This ain’t heavy metal, welcome to the world of Babymetal". This is the business card of 2019 Babymetal. The excellent arrangement highlights composers’ usual painstaking work. 8/10
2-DA DA DANCE: First “real” track and first masterpiece of the album. An overwhelming, energetic, joyful piece. Long story short: a 100% Babymetal song. The electronic influences are very much appreciated, making it a sort of Iine or Uki Uki Midnight 2.0. Great dance groove creating a compact, direct and without too many frills sound. A song born to make the masses dance as we saw at its debut at the Forum. Perfect and maniacal arrangements that give us some fantastic and unexpected episodes like the quarter note triplets on Su's vocal line during the pre-chorus (00:44). The chorus is great, very singable and super catchy. Moa’s rap is so nice but it’s too damn short (guitar line underneath is super cool). The super technical djent instrumental break is excellent (btw, is it me or the guitar solo is slightly off-atmosphere?). Great chord progressions between the verse/chorus transition and nice unexpected modulation in the last phrase. If Future Metal is a convincing appetizer, DADADANCE turns out to be an excellent first course. I expect it to become a stable presence in their setlists. 9/10
3-ELEVATOR GIRL: Third track and first misstep of the album. This song has had a strange trend for me: I loved it since the first listening in 2018 but paradoxically I realized its weakness right once released as an official single last May. While the refrain (Japanese version only) is powerful the rest of the song is flat, not very inspired. The verse is too simplistic, with a songwriting that is far inferior to what we had been used to on previous albums. The English version plunges the song even more deeply as it drowns the only real valid moment of the song. The rhythmic of the vocal line loses the strength it has on its Japanese counterpart, in addition to the rather miserable lyrics meaning (pain in the butt…ugh). In my opinion there was no need for this English version. I don't even like Su’s pronunciation in the chorus. First track of the album I tend to skip. Japanese version 6,5/10. English version: 6/10
4-SHANTI SHANTI SHANTI: A great song that I loved from the very beginning. Su-Metal in great shape showing off her versatility. Appreciable the constant duet with Moa in repartee mode. A beautiful experiment in conjugation of metal and Bollywood music, a brilliant song that further confirms how this band is still able to amaze. The well-kept arrangement presents complex layers of tabla, ethnic percussions and modal harmonies that provide the aforementioned indian sounds. The chorus is brilliant and I find it interesting how the vocals constitute only half of it while the rest of its melody is left to the guitars. There’s a very cool stop at 2:33 that creates a disorienting effect of full/empty created by the guitars right before the last refrain.
A couple of things that disappointed me compared to the live version:
In any case a great song. 8.5/10
5-OH MAJINAI: The folkloristic exploration continues and this time the Babymetal spaceship lands in Northern Europe. A song without too many pretensions, a silly track that wants to be the MetaTaro of this album but without succeeding on that. This because, despite being MetaTaro as well a simple and carefree piece, it possessed a stronger identity due to a definitely more cohesive songwriting. The same can’t be said for Oh Majinai mainly because of that ad nauseam repeated chant (ironically enough it’s a section where there’s a massive Moa presence but it’s also the one I would like to be halved). A song that will probably be a bit more effective during concerts but from the top-series composers of this group I’m sincerely expecting much better. I genuinely cannot explain myself how they choose to insert such a poorly arranged tune, probably the worst arranged track of their discography. I listened to it for the first few days, it then started boring me quite soon. Second track I now always skip. Actually surprised this is Su’s favorite. 5,5/10
6-BRAND NEW DAY: Since the hearing of the first sample I had great expectations for this track and I was not disappointed: after the previous track’s silly episode it’s time to get serious again. Brand New Day is the first truly "american" sounding song of the band. An interesting electro-heavy-pop experiment with groovy drums and a wink to funky introduces the band into a decidedly new territory. The Polyphia guys are immediately recognizable by the unmistakable guitar tone and their very personal way of filling riffs with quick micro-phrases. Moreover this is the first Su's highlight of the album, completely at ease in a basically new way of singing for her. We actually hear her breathing in the microphone revealing how much in the song she is. A way of singing that I would even define “seductive” in a certain way and that makes us realize how much Su has grown not only from a vocal point of view. Verse and pre-chorus have some real beautiful melodies, so intense that I consider them even more effective than those of the chorus itself. Perhaps the drum pattern is a bit too broken here (I would have put a straight groove in the last chorus) but this is my personal taste. Great track overall, certainly one of the best of the album. 8.5/10
7-BBAB: Despite being a simple and fun song I absolutely love it. I loved it from the very first listening for the simple fact it exudes Babymetal from every point of view: J-pop melodies superimposed on Nu-Metal granite guitar riffs. Simply fantastic. Beautiful vocal lines and an ultra catchy refrain that gives us one of the best kawaii metal example of the album. The drum parts really stand out too (I love the snare sound).
Very disappointed that it’s an exclusive and that we will never see it live outside Japan. I would have more than willingly exchanged it with Oh Majinai. 8.5/10
8-NIGHT NIGHT BURN: Track dating back to 2013 in the same period as Megitsune (of which btw I hear a reference in the intro) and you can feel it since Moa has definitely much more space here. After India and Ireland, we enter Mexico not without having explored djenty and progressive atmospheres first (do I need to mention the absolutely crazy second verse attack?). Excellent arrangements in here as well and a refrain that it’s indeed beautiful but perhaps could have said a bit more in its melodic deployment. A latin instrumental part follows, with lots of trumpet synth, mariachi guitars, agogo and Son Clave rhythmics. Perhaps the connection between this part and the last refrain is a bit hasty. Moa's voice is so sweet in her "tico tico ti". Overall a really good song. 8/10
9-IN THE NAME OF: I have a problem with this track. Not much because it isn’t good, rather because firstly it’s completely out of context in the tracklist (I’ll talk about this aspect later, in a more general way) and secondly because it doesn’t add anything to the album since the girls’ voice is not present. And since Babymetal are Su and Moa it doesn’t come natural to me considering it a Babymetal song. I liked it on Legend S because with its dark and tribal atmosphere it perfectly introduced that kind of show, but already in last year concerts I realized how I personally don’t feel the need to heasee it. Third track of the album I regularly skip. 5,5/10
10-DISTORTION: Unpopular opinion, I consider it as the band’s worst track. From my perspective Distortion’s main flaw is not sounding like a Babymetal song rather as a more standard heavy track contradicting what is said in Future Metal: "This ain’t heavy metal, welcome to the world of Babymetal". I haven't liked it since day one, that famous 7th of May 2018 the day before KC apocalypse. I could barely tell it was them and I clearly remember how I didn't even recognize Su's voice during the verse. Koba released it as the first single probably to make the world understand that they were no longer little girls but I think the album contains much more valid songs that could have proved that point. It’s a song that I consider rather lame and uninspiring, with a verse similar to some extent to that of Elevator Girl both because it isn’t that melodically and lyrically creative and because it’s entirely in English (Japanese bands should sing in Japanese…). The refrain is nothing special to my ears and I’m not able to appreciate its anime style. Alyssa's voice worsens what was done with the single version, her tone is really not for me.
I tried to give it several other possibilities by listening to it many other times trying to contextualize it in the album but I couldn't find almost anything positive about it. A song that I will listen to very few times. Fourth and last track of the album I regularly skip. 5/10
11-PAPAYA !!: This track too had a roller coaster effect on me. I really didn't like it at first but after seeing it live in Brixton I changed my mind liking it very much. For some time however it has returned in being a song I do not consider one of their bests. Even if the refrain is very catchy I just can’t get over that omnipresent, annoying growl. Fucking Hero had made me quite perplexed at first, I still am a bit but I don't consider it a real issue (I have nothing against rap, on the contrary I like it, it’s just I find his part a little bit forced on a song like this. Let me add that I consider F. Hero almost as adorable as Moa, Yui and Su). In any case my perplexities on this track are more about both the arrangement and the too simplistic structure that makes me judge it as a kind of wasted opportunity. It could have been developed better because the idea behind it is really solid (vocal lines are great). I recognize that in live shows it’s super fun but somehow I don’t often feel the need to listen to the studio version. 7/10
12-BxMxC: After DADADANCE, the second masterpiece of the album and my favorite Metal Galaxy song. This is the type of tracks I expect from them and which I feared we would no longer heard. All in all, the ingredients are very few: a silly videogame synth melody and an (indispensable) 9-string guitar playing an equally simple heavy riff are enough to unleash the most delirious hell. Vocal effects to grotesquely deform Su voice, a very rhythmic and bizarre refrain and a constant touch of madness that permeates every second of the song contribute in making it one of the greatest tunes of their entire catalogue. The start of the song, when the guitars and the drums get in, is absolutely shocking and of inconceivable heaviness. I didn't think they would ever be able to match the devastating impact of CMIYC's start (1! 2! 1,2,3,4!!). Luckily enough I was wrong: every time I listen to it I feel like having the Saturn V engines under my ass. Moon, here I come. And that drums stop at 00:32, matched with the descending guitar slide and followed by that crazy Su’s line, drives me insane all the times. A perfect track that fully embodies the spirit of this group: to dare and not stop in front of anything (that a cappella Su part… incredible). I really can’t wait for its live performances, hopefully arenas ceilings won’t collapse. And yeah, this is the definitive proof Koba hates us all. BBAB is real good but he committed an unforgivable crime not including this BxMxC in the standard version. I wish we have had more tracks like this on the album, its madness kind of reminds me of Sis Anger. I don't know if Moa is there, maybe in the "wanna wanna" and "want some want some".
Sidenote: I don't consider rap Su’s singing. By comparison, GJ's verse is rap but not BxMxC. Rap is spoken and tends not to tune on a specific note, Su line instead intones it and even has a slight melodic pattern. Anyway, it’s just impossible to me not to give the highest rating to such a masterpiece. 10/10
13-KAGEROU: This is also a song I liked since its first performances in 2018 with the difference that, unlike EG, my opinion has substantially remained unchanged. Another track where Su delights us with an amazing performance: we hear her venturing into a new territory, proving once again a great versatility in her other highlight of the album (after Brand New Day). This song is a little gem that more than ever makes me miss Yuyoyuppe in the album. His ability to create and develop such beautiful, singable and never banal melodies is extraordinary. I got a fever and the only prescription is ... more Yuyoyuppe.
However, there is a fact that in my opinion shouldn’t be overlooked: even more than in Distortion, in Kagerou I cannot hear Babymetal. It seems more a sort of Suzuka side project, a standard heavy-hardrock song where the band's peculiarities are left aside. Every time I listen to it I am a bit disoriented by this fact and as a consequence I can't enjoy it completely. Unfortunately this fact penalizes my final mark. However it’s a really good song, simple but effective. 7.5/10
14-STARLIGHT: Controversial song for me. Even now I can't tell whether I really like it or not. It surely has some good moments (like the guitars excellent work and the verse vocal line) but the melody of the refrain is banal and it fails to communicate me the emotions it would like to. The massive use of English language (especially on the part dedicated to Mikio) wants to make the lyrics comprehension more usable, but I consider it a smart commercial move with the downside of making lose the song’s appeal even further. On the other hand, Starlight has the merit of coining a new direction of their style managing to do it in a decidedly more convincing way than Distortion and Kagerou since the essence of the band remains well distinguishable. I see Starlight as an experiment, a sort of embryo that can provide much more tasty fruits if better developed. 7/10
15-SHINE: Wonderful piece. Su in a state of grace, her voice moves the souls from the depths. It’s the first epic of the album that embodies the other fundamental aspect of the band, the most reflective and meditative one, which had not yet emerged from the previous tracks. This song wants to be the new The One but in my opinion it doesn't manage to match its depth. The latter was a song with a profound and original message about the great union between the band and the fans. In the epic refrain the girls, all together, sang their hearts out "We are the one!" perfectly conveying the message. Shine is surely a great song, probably even more musically mature than The One, but unfortunately it lacks the same heartfelt participation of the group. Moa is left aside, relegated to the background as a chorister only in the initial and final stages of the piece. Su is phenomenal but to me her interpretation alone is not enough to match The One's sense of majesty. For this reason I cannot consider it a masterpiece. 8/10
16-ARKADIA: Closing song and third masterpiece of the album. Another typical Babymetal-epic, the inevitable power metal ride that made IDZ, Akatsuki, RoR and Amore immortal songs. An immense Norimetal proving once again to be very capable of creating specialty acts. Majestic, powerful, moving, there is everything you can expect from "serious" Babymetal. Beautiful, epic and impressive chorus (and, once again, cunningly in English… I challenge anyone not having shed at least a tear while listening to our two wholeheartedly singing "No more tears! No more pain! No more cries!"). The structure is finally more complex and guitar solos are longer. A magnificent ending. 9/10
OVERALL SCORE: 7,5
A fairly complex album that I had to listen to many times before entirely assimilating it due to the fact that it embraces so many different styles. All in all, I can say I’m satisfied with this product (Japanese version is obviously much better). My expectations were quite low and I was fortunately proved wrong. This mainly because among my favorite tracks are those that had never been released earlier which saved the album from a mere passing grade: the two japanese exclusives, Night Night Burn, Brand New Day and DADADANCE, in addition to the already known Future Metal, Shanti, Arkadia and Shine.
On the other hand it is also true that for the first time in a Babymetal album I find myself habitually skipping even just one track (four actually: EG, Oh Majinai, ITNO and Distortion) and above all to give low marks to some of them (to make a comparison, I wouldn’t give a rating below 7.5 not even to the worst songs of the two previous albums). This album is actually a roller coaster for me, with a series of very high peaks alternating with decidedly poorer phases.
And it is for this reason that I consider it the weakest album of their discography. Notice that I'm not saying it's a weak album, just the least convincing one. My personal ranking is the following:
METAL RESISTANCE: 9
BABYMETAL: 8.5
METAL GALAXY: 7.5
It is nonetheless a good achievement. Coming out with such an album after last year unfortunate series of events is a more than a satisfying result to me.
However, as I said earlier, I think the product is not defects-free and I’m now going to talk about it:
BABYMETAL: about 9 minutes
METAL RESISTANCE: about 13 minutes
METAL GALAXY: about 9 minutes
Gotta say I expected worse but still there’s a significant drop compared to Metal Resistance. In any case it’s important to understand how much it isn’t only a matter of playing time but also the type of parts that have been entrusted to her. This turns the table a lot. For example in Shine (again, assuming it’s her in the choir) we hear her for 1m41s but paradoxically the 23 seconds she has in Shanti or the 48 seconds of NNB make her stand out much more. And this is the main problem: Moa very often has simple outline, marginal parts (choirs in Future Metal, Shine and OhMajinai) or small attachments in refrains (Distortion, Elevator Girl, Kagerou, PaPaYa, BND) while in previous albums they had several solo portions (Karate, CMIYC and MetaTaro verses, long solo sections in Headbanger, Megitsune, Awadama Fever, FDTD, Tales of the Destinies), not to mention the solo songs.
Another factor that penalizes her is the lack of a second screamer: this fact made necessary a heavy voice-processing in more than one point, altering her beautiful, sweet natural tone and therefore making it irreproducible during concerts (as we already saw with Kagerou, Starlight and Shine, but it will probably be the same for Brand New Day as well as for some portions of Night Night Burn and BBAB).
I do not own a crystal ball to understand what factors led to this so evident reconsideration of her vocal role, but I don’t think it’s bold stating that this album could be renamed as SU-METAL GALAXY. It's her (well-deserved) show, she provides an astonishing performance but... if I remember correctly Babymetal is a duo. Su and Moa. Well, Moa is not there as she should. It doesn’t come natural to me thinking about Metal Galaxy as a duo project, rather considering it more similar to an album with standardized choirs as can be heard in dozens of other bands. Koba said that the difficulty was doing two-vocalist arrangements instead of three but it doesn’t look like that to me... Looks more he rearranged them just for one (with few exceptions as Shanti, NNB and BBAB). To see her role enhanced Moa should have had more songs like the three above, singing/screaming more solo parts (to give an example, maybe Elevator girl and Distortion verses could have been shared between the two of them, or she could have sung Shine chorus along with Su).
God forbid, it’s not my intention to bring any further controversy at this point. Things are just the way they are and nothing can be done about it. I am only analyzing things from my point of view. I have seen many people of this opinion in the internet and it’s a good thing that this became a commonly acknowledged and shared fact. From my part I came to accept it, still I am sorry about it and I’m really hoping that for the next album circumstances will play more in her favor.
MIXING
Overall, I like it. We know by now that the hyper saturated sound is their trademark so I got used to it right after a few listenings. Some scattered thoughts:
HERE’S THE 2019 BABYMETAL!
I often found myself thinking about this lately: what exactly are 2019 Babymetal?
A duo? Yes, but.. not really. A trio? Yes, but… not really. What are they then? In studio they are a duo, during live shows a trio. I‘m a bit confused. It seems to me they are still lacking that strong underlying identity that any band should have and this is precisely the crucial point imo.
Although the album is good, although their shows are as impeccable as ever, although most of the people still support them, although they’re growing bigger and bigger worldwide I still have a feeling that something is missing, like the puzzle wasn’t complete yet. And I think the key to solve it lies in the third element who would completely turn the tables. I remain anchored to the opinion that as long as they do not formalize a third girl this “limbo effect” won’t vanish. Sure they can still go on like now, but in my vision they would remain a flawed band in a certain way of speaking. While if they chose to hire a new permanent member important advantages would follow:
So, while on one hand Metal Galaxy belies some of my worries, on the other it confirms others. As a consequence of the current line-up Moa (from a strictly musical point of view) lives in Su’s shadow. Not that I wasn’t expecting it, there were really no other possibilities since it would have been unthinkable dividing the vocal repertoire at 50-50 or 60-40 (have to say I initially was hoping for a 70-30 or a 75-25 upgrade): Su would hardly have accepted it and Moa probably wouldn't have been comfortable with it.
It may also be that Moa is fine with it and that she doesn’t want a prominent singing role. I have some perplexities about that but it cannot be excluded. We saw a in a splendid shape Moa during the US tour and we all could tell how genuinely happy she was. Good for her if so, I can only wish her the best.
What is certain is that I miss her singing so much. I absolutely love all the very few solo parts she got in Metal Galaxy. Her badass rap in DDD and her olé-oh-olé-oh-ohoh-oooh in NNB… not to mention her great performance on Legend M (she should have had more, much more on that night…). She has such a beautiful voice and the fandom wants moar Moa. I therefore hope that with the next album some balances can be reconsidered and that some healthy old habits can come back.
I conclude my (second) Moa sermon with an observation: I am convinced that BxMxC was originally intended for BBM. In an interview (Headoban maybe?) dating back to Metal Resistance, Koba stated how great Moa and Yui are in rap and how much Su is more for other styles. Maybe Moa didn't want a solo song and eventually delegated Su to take her place? We will probably never know, but I am really convinced of it and I sometimes travel with fantasy trying to imagine how fucking amazing that song would have been if sung by BBM. A real killer one, hydrogen bomb levels.
THE "ADULT KAWAII" FACTOR
Excuse me but I consider it bs, nothing more than a marketing move due to have to constantly point out the fact that Su and Moa are no longer young girls. But this album does not sound more adult-kawaii than Metal Resistance. It does sound more adult-kawaii than their debut, but with Metal Resistance they already had diverted to a more mature sound since songs like DDM, UUM, CMIYC and Iine were no more. Su constantly insists on saying that Elevator Girl is more adult kawaii, but in my opinion with songs like Yava, Karate, GJ, Awadama Fever and Sis Anger they had already reached this point. In Metal Galaxy they simply divided the repertoire into two discs, the first has more kawaii elements the second less (much less), end of the story. But honestly I’m not seeing all this new “adult kawaiiness” in Metal Galaxy, it’s just Koba’s advertising.
KAMI BAND
If there’s a thing I learned to fear from last year onwards, it’s the beginning of a Babymetal tour and to realize what the heck can happen on stage.
To recap:
That's why, in addition to excitement, I'm also a bit scared to find out what awaits us for the next tours. I’m afraid this band will never cease to display these turns of events. I’m not even excluding a return to the dark side (the fact that those songs are in the album and that the whole concept revolves around the duality sun/moon doesn’t make me completely exclude this hypothesis and I say it will happen at least on one of the two evenings of the Legend shows in January and maybe not only there. If it happens, hopefully they will look better than last year).
All this introduction to say that, although I eventually came to appreciate the american guys (Barone above all, amazing talent), for the first few days of the US tour I felt a little betrayed. I remember thinking how was that even possible? Babymetal, a so proudly Japanese band failing on what probably all the fans considered the most incontrovertible and untouchable point, i.e. its musicians origin? I admit it was a tough one for me. Those guys did great and in the end I was happy they played at the Forum, they deserved that. And it’s not their fault if they were on stage with the girls! (and then who’s the fool who would have refused such an invitation?! Getting to know Moa and Su, following them for a month and a half and even getting paid to do that?!?!). They did their work in a more than exquisite way.
It’s who’s on top of the games that makes me skeptical. Masks first, then the complete switch with other kamis. Unbelievable. I hope it remains an isolated episode. To all those who have belittled the fact by saying that the Kami Band is only a handful of musicians in rotation I reply that most of the fans tend to become attached to those they see on stage. For many fans the usual Kamis are a full-fledged part of the band and a simple "they are not official, get over it" is not a sufficient argument to shrug and move on as if nothing had happened. I don't know what the reasons were for not having involved the usual Kami Band on the American tour, it may be that none of them could (very hard to believe) but at least I would have expected to see Japanese faces (hell, at this point I can do an audition too, hadn’t thought of it… after all I’m in Kamis age!!). This is what I mean when I say that on the one hand Koba is definitely a genius but on the other that he also has this role, very difficult for me to accept, of events-upsetter.
Well I’ve finished I guess (I’d actually have a few other things to say… Maybe in another post, one day). I’m looking forward to the upcoming concerts (when the US tour ended the Babymetal Blues didn't spare me either and I'm seeing them in Wien and London on February) and I hope that all the remaining Metal Galaxy songs will be played within the next Japanese shows (BxMxC above all).
Well, wall of text ended. Sorry again if you had to read things you've already read dozens of times.
Kitsune up!
EDIT: To add a little bit more text, here are the BBM timings and Moa timing in the three albums along with the entire song duration:
BABYMETAL
METAL RESISTANCE
METAL GALAXY (international version)
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By John Lord, LL. D. CLEOPATRA. (i.) 69—30 B. C. THE WOMAN OF PAGANISM. IT is my object in this lecture to present the con- dition of woman under the influences of Paganism, before Christianity enfranchised and elevated her. As a type of the Pagan woman I select Cleopatra, partly because she was famous, and partly because she pos- sessed traits and accomplishments which made her interesting in spite of the vices which degraded her. She was a queen, the heir of a long line of kings, and ruled over an ancient and highly civilized country. She was intellectual, accomplished, beautiful, and fas- cinating. She lived in one of the most interesting capitals of the ancient world, and by birth she was more Greek than she was African or Oriental. She lived, too, in a great age, when Rome had nearly con- quered the world; when Roman senators and generals had more power than kings; when Grecian arts and literature were copied by the imperial Romans; when the rich and fortunate were luxurious and ostentatious beyond all precedent; when life had reached the high- est point of material splendor, and yet when luxury had not destroyed military virtues or undermined the strength of the empire. The "eternal city" then numbered millions of people, and was the grandest capital ever seen on this earth, since everything was there concentrated,——the spoils of the world, riches immeasurable, literature and art, palaces and temples, power unlimited,——the proudest centre of civilization which then existed, and a civilization which in its material aspects has not since been surpassed. The civilized world was then most emphatically Pagan, in both spirit and forms. Religion as a controlling in- fluence was dead. Only a very few among speculative philosophers believed in any god, except in a degrading sense,——as a blind inexorable fate, or an impersonation of the powers of Nature. The future state was a most perplexing uncertainty. Epicurean self-indulgence and material prosperity were regarded as the greatest good; and as doubt of the darkest kind hung over the future, the body was necessarily regarded as of more value than the soul. In fact, it was only the body which Paganism recognized as a reality; the soul, God, and immortality were virtually everywhere ignored. It was in this godless, yet brilliant, age that Cleo- patra appears upon the stage, having been born sixty- nine years before Christ,——about a century before the new revolutionary religion was proclaimed in Judea. Her father was a Ptolemy, and she succeeded him on the throne of Egypt when quite young,——the last of a famous dynasty that had reigned nearly three hun- dred years. The Ptolemies, descended from one of Alexander's generals, reigned in great magnificence at Alexandria, which was the commercial centre of the world, whose ships whitened the Mediterranean,—— that great inland lake, as it were, in the centre of the Roman Empire, around whose shores were countless cities an villas and works of art. Alexandria was a city of schools, of libraries and museums, of temples and of palaces, as well as a mart of commerce. Its famous library was the largest in the world, and was the pride of the age and of the empire. Learned men from all countries came to this capital to study science, philosophy, and art. It was virtually a Grecian city, and the language of the leading people was Greek. It was rivalled in provincial magnificence only by An- tioch, the seat of the old Syrian civilization, also a Greek capital, so far as the governing classes could make it one. Greece, politically ruined, still sent forth those influences which made her civilization potent in every land. Cleopatra, the last in the line of Grecian sovereigns in Egypt, was essentially Greek in her features, her language, and her manners. There was nothing African about her, as we understand the term African, except that her complexion may have been darkened by the intermarriage of the Ptolemies; and I have often won- dered why so learned and classical a man as Story should have given to this queen, in his famous statue, such thick lips and African features, which no more marked her than Indian features marked the family of the Braganzas on the throne of Brazil. She was not even Coptic, like Athanasius and Saint Augustine. On the ancient coins and medals her features are severely classical. Nor is it possible that any of the peculiarities of the ancient Egyptian kings marked the dynasty of the Ptolemies. No purely Egyptian customs lingered in the palaces of Alexandria. The old deities of Isis an Osiris gave place to the worship of Jupiter, Minerva, and Venus. The wonders of pristine Egypt were con- fined to Memphis and Thebes and the dilapidated cities of the Nile. The mysteries of the antique Egyptian temples were no more known to the learned and mer- cantile citizen of Alexandria than they are to us. The pyramids were as much a wonder then as now. The priests and jugglers alike mingled in the crowd of Jews, Syrians, Romans, Greeks, Parthians, Arabs, who con- gregated in this learned an mercantile city. So we have a right to presume that Cleopatra, when she first appeared upon the stage of history as a girl of fourteen, was simply a very beautiful and accomplished Greek princess, who could speak several languages with fluency, as precocious as Elizabeth of England, skilled in music, conversant with history, and surrounded with eminent masters. She was only twenty-one when she was an object of attraction to Cæsar, then in the midst of his triumphs. How remarkable must have been her fascinations if at that age she could have diverted, even for a time, the great captain from his conquests, and chained him to her side! That refined, intellectual old veteran of fifty, with the whole world at his feet, loaded down with the cares of government, as temperate as he was ambitious, and bent on new conquests, would not have been chained and enthralled by a girl of twenty- one, however beautiful, had she not been as remarkable for intellect and culture as she was for beauty. Nor is it likely that Cleopatra would have devoted herself to this weather-beaten old general, had she not hoped to gain something from him besides caresses,——namely, the confirmation of her authority as queen. She also may have had some patriotic motives touching the political independence of her country. Left by he father's will at the age of eighteen joint heir of the Egyptian throne with her brother Ptolemy, she soon found herself ex- pelled from the capital by him and the leading generals of the army, because they did not relish her precocious activity in government. Her gathered adherents had made but little advance towards regaining her rights when, in August, 48, Cæsar landed in pursuit of Pompey, whom he had defeated at Pharsalia. Pom- pey's assassination left Cæsar free, and he proceeded to Alexandria to establish himself for the winter. Here the wily and beautiful young exile sought him, and won his interest and his affection. After some months of revelry and luxury, Cæsar left Egypt in 47 to chastise an Eastern rebel;, and was in 46 followed to Rome by Cleopatra, who remained there in splendid state until the assassination of Cæsar drove her back to Egypt. Her whole subsequent life showed her to be as cunning and politic as she was luxurious and pleasure-seeking. Possibly she may have loved so interesting and brilliant a man as the great Cæsar, aside from the admiration of his position; but he never became her slave, although it was believed, a hundred years after his death, that she was actually living in his house when he was assassinated, and was the mother of his son Cæsarion. But Froude doubts this; and the probabilities are that he is correct, for, like Macaulay, he is not apt to be wrong in facts, but only in the way he puts them. Cleopatra was twenty-eight years of age when she first met Antony,——"a period of life," says Plutarch, "when woman's beauty is most splendid, and her in- tellect is in full maturity." We have no account of the style of her beauty, except that it was transcendent,—— absolutely irresistible, with such a variety of expres- sion as to be called infinite. As already remarked, and the long residence of her family in Egypt and intermarriages with foreigners, her complexion may have been darker than that of either Persians or Greeks. It probably resembled that of Queen Esther more than that of Aspasia, in that dark richness and voluptuous- ness which to some have such attractions; but in grace and vivacity she was purely Grecian,——not like a "blooming Eastern bride," languid and passive and effeminate, but bright, witty, and intellectual. Shak- speare paints her as full of lively sallies, with the power of adapting herself to circumstances with tact and good nature, like a Madame Récamier or a Maintenon, rather than like a Montespan or a Pompadour, although her nature was passionate, her manner enticing, and her habits luxurious. She did not weary or satiate, like a mere sensual beauty. "Age cannot whither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety." She certainly had the power of retaining the conquests she had won,——which rarely happens except with those who are gifted with intellectual radiance ad freshness. She held her hold on Antony for eleven years, when he was burdened with great public cares and duties, and when he was forty-two years of age. Such a superior man as he was intellectually, and, after Cæsar, the leading man of he empire,——a statesman as well as soldier, ——would not have been enslaved so long by Cleopatra had she not possessed remarkable gifts and attainments, like those famous women who reigned in the courts of the Bourbons in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, and who, by their wit and social fascinations, gathered around their thrones the most distinguished men in France, and made them friends as well as admirers. The Pompadours of the world have only a brief reign, and at last become repulsive. But Cleopatra, like Maintenon, was always attractive, al- though she could not lay claim to the virtues of the latter. She was as politic as the French beauty, and as full of expedients to please her lord. She may have revelled in the banquets she prepared for Antony, as Esther did in those she prepared for Xerxes; but with the same intent, to please him rather than herself, and win, from his weakness, those political favors which in his calmer hours he might have shrunk from granting. Cleopatra was a politician as well as a luxurious beauty, and it may have been her supreme aim to secure the independence of Egypt. She wished to beguile Antony as she had sought to beguile Cæsar, since they were the masters of the world, and had it in their power to crush her sovereignty and reduce her realm to a mere province of the empire. Nor is there evidence that in the magnificent banquets she gave to the Roman general she ever lost her self-control. She drank, and made him drunk, but retained her wits, "laughing him out of patience and laughing him into patience," ascendant over him by raillery, irony, and wit. And Antony, again, although fond of banquets and ostentation, like other Roman nobles, and utterly un- scrupulous and unprincipled, as Roman libertines were, was also general, statesman, and orator. He grew up amid the dangers and toils and privations of Cæsar's camp. He was as greedy of honors as was his imperial master. He was a sunburnt an experienced comman- der, obliged to be on his guard, and ready for emergen- cies. No such man feels that he can afford to indulge his appetites, except on rare occasions. One of the lead- ing peculiarities of all great generals has been their temperance. It marked Cæsar, Charlemagne, Gustavus Adolphus, Frederick the Great, Cromwell, and Napoleon. When Alexander gave himself up to banquets, his con- quests ended. Even such a self-indulgent, pleasure- seeking man as Louis XIV. always maintained the decencies of society amid his dissipated courtiers. We feel that a man who could discourse so eloquently as Antony did over the dead body of Cæsar was some- thing more than a sensualist or a demagogue. He was also the finest-looking man in Rome, reminding the people, it is said, of the busts of Hercules. He was lavish, like Cæsar, but, like him, sought popularity, and cared but little what it cost. It is probable that Cicero painted him, in his famous philippics, in darker colors than he deserved, because he aimed to be Cæsar's suc- cessor, as he probably would have been but for his in- fatuation for Cleopatra. Cæsar sent him to Rome as master of the horse,——a position next in power to that of dictator. When Cæsar was assassinated, Antony was the most powerful man of the empire. He was greater than any existing king; he was almost supreme. And after Cæsar's death, when he divided his sov- ereignty of the world with Octavius and Lepidus, he had the fairest chance of becoming imperator. He had great military experience, the broad Orient as his do- main, and half the legions of Rome under his control. It was when this great man was Triumvir, sharing with only two others the empire of the world, and likely overpowering them, when he was in Asia consoli- dating and arranging the affairs of his vast department, that he met the woman who was the cause of all his calamities. He was then in Cilicia, and, with all the arrogance of a Roman general, had sent for the Queen of Egypt to appear before him and answer to an accu- sation of having rendered assistance to Cassius before the fatal battle of Philippi. He had already known and admired Cleopatra in Rome, and it is not improbable that she divined the secret of his judicial summons. His envoy, struck with her beauty and intelligence, advised her to appear in her best attire. Such a woman scarcely needed such a hint. So, making every preparation for her journey,——money, ornaments, gifts, ——a kind of Queen of Sheba, a Zenobia in her pride and glory, a Queen Esther when she had invited the king and his minister to a banquet,——she came to the Cydnus, and ascended the river in a magnificent barge, such as had never been seen before, and prepared to meet her judge, not as a criminal, but as a conqueror, armed with those weapons that few mortals can resist. "The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them: the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her person, It beggar'd all description: she did lie In her pavilion (cloth-of-gold of tissue) O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With diverse-color'd fans. . . . Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i' the eyes. . . . At the helm A seeming mermaid steers. . . . . . . From the barge A strange invisible perfume hits the sense Of the adjacent wharves. The city cast Her people out upon her; and Antony, Enthron'd i' the market-place, did sit alone, Whistling to th' air; which, but for vacancy, Had gone to gaze on Cleopatra too, And made a gap in nature." On the arrival of this siren queen, Antony had invited her to supper,——the dinner of the Romans,—— but she, with woman's instinct, had declined, till he should come to her; and he, with the urbanity of a polished noble,——for such he probably was,——complied, and found a banquet which astonished even him, accus- tomed as he was to senatorial magnificence, and which, with all the treasures of the East, he could not rival. From that fatal hour he was enslaved. She conquered him, not merely by her display and her dazzling beauty, but by her wit. Her very tones were music. So ac- complished was she in languages, that without inter- preters she conversed not only with Greeks and Latins, but with Ethiopians, Jews, Arabians, Syrians, Medes, and Parthians. So dazzled and bewitched was Antony, that, instead of continuing the duties of his great posi- tion, he returned with Cleopatra to Alexandria, there to keep holiday and squander riches, and, still worse, his precious time, to the shame and scandal of Rome, inglorious and without excuse,——a Samson at the feet of Delilah, or a Hercules throwing away his club to seize the distaff of Omphale, confessing to the po- tency of that mysterious charm which the sage at the court of the Eastern prince pronounced the strongest power on earth. Never was a strong man more en- thralled than was Antony by this bewitching woman, who exhausted every art to please him. She played at dice with him, drank with him, hunted with him, rambled with him, jested with him, angled with him, flattering and reproving him by turn, always having some new device of pleasure to gratify his senses or stimulate his curiosity. Thus passed the winter of 41-40, and in the spring he was recalled to Rome by political dissensions there. At this stage, however, it would seem that ambition was paramount with him, not love; for his wife Fulvia having died, he did not marry Cleopatra, but Octavia, sister of Octavius, his fellow-triumvir and general rival. It was evidently from political considerations that he married Octavia, who was a stately and noble woman, but tedious in her dignity, and unattractive in her person. And what a commentary on Roman rank! The sister of a Roman grandee seemed to the ambitious general a greater match than the Queen of Egypt. How this must have piqued the proud daughter of the Ptolemies,——that she, a queen, with all her charms, was not the equal in the eyes of Antony to the sister of Cæsar's heir! But she knew her power, and stifled her resentment, and waited for her time. She, too, had a political end to gain, and was too politic to give way to anger and reproaches. She was anything but the im- pulsive woman that some suppose,——but a great actress and artist, as some women are when they would conquer, even in their loves, which, if they do not feign, at least they know how to make appear greater than they are. For about three years Antony cut loose from Cleopatra, and pursued his military career in the East, as the rival of Octavius might, having in view the sovereignty that Cæsar had bequeathed to the strongest man. But his passion for Cleopatra could not long be sup- pressed, neither from reasons of state nor from the respect he must have felt for the admirable conduct of Octavia, who was devoted to him, and who was one of the most magnanimous and reproachless women of antiquity. And surely he must have had some great qualities to call out the love of the noblest and proudest woman of the age, in spite of his many vices and his abandonment to a mad passion, forgetful alike both of fame and duty. He had not been two years in Athens, the headquarters of his Eastern Department, before he was called upon to chastise the Parthians, who had thrown off the Roman yoke and invaded other Roman provinces. But hardly had he left Oc- tavia, and set foot again in Asia, before he sent for his Egyptian mistress, and loaded her with presents; not gold, and silver, and precious stones, and silks, and curious works of art merely, but while provinces even, ——Phœnicia, Syria, Cilicia, and a part of Judea and Arabia,——provinces which belonged not to him, but to the Roman Empire. How indignant must have been the Roman people when they heard of such lavish presents, and presents which he had no right to give! And when the artful Cleopatra feigned illness on the approach of Octavia, pretending to be dying of love, and wasting her body by fasting and weeping by turns, and perhaps tearing her hair in a seeming paroxysm of grief,——for an actress can do even this,——Antony was totally disarmed, and gave up his Parthian expedition altogether, which was treason to the State, and returned to Alexandria more submissive than ever. This aban- donment of duty and official trust disgusted and in- censed the Romans, so that his cause was weakened. Octavius became stronger every day, and now resolved on reigning alone. This meant another civil war. How strong the party of Antony must have been to keep together and sustain him amid such scandals, treasons, and disgrace! Antony, perceiving a desperate contest before him, ending in his supremacy or ruin, put forth all his energies, assisted by the contributions of Cleopatra, who furnished two hundred ships and twenty thousand talents,——about twenty million dollars. He had five hundred war-vessels, beside galleys, one hundred thou- sand foot and twelve thousand horse,——one of the largest armies that any Roman general had ever com- manded,——and he was attended by vassal kings from the East. The forces of Octavius were not so large, though better disciplined; nor was he a match for Antony in military experience. Antony with his su- perior forces wished to fight upon the land, but against his better judgment was overruled by Cleopatra, who, having reinforced him with sixty galleys, urged him to contend upon the sea. The rivals met at Actium, where was fought one of the great decisive battles of the world. For a while the fortunes of the day were doubtful, when Cleopatra, for some unexplained mo- tive, or from panic, or possibly from a calculating policy, was seen sailing away with her ships for Egypt. And what was still more extraordinary, Antony aban- doned his fleet and followed her. Had he been defeated on the sea, he still had superior forces on the land, and was a match for Octavius. His infatuation ended in a weakness difficult to comprehend in a successful Roman general. And never was infatuation followed by more tragic consequences. Was this madness sent upon him by that awful Power that controls the fate of war and the destinies of nations? Who sent madness upon Nebuchadnezzar? Who blinded Napoleon at the very summit of his greatness? May not that memo- rable defeat have been ordered by Providence to give consolidation and peace and prosperity to the Roman Empire, so long groaning under the complicated miseries of anarchy and civil war? If an imperial government was necessary for the existing political and social con- dition of the Roman world,——and this is maintained by most historians,——how fortunate it was that the empire fell into the hands of a man whose subsequent policy was peace, the development of resources of nations, and a vigorous administration of government! It is generally conceded that the reign of Octavius—— or, as he is more generally known, Augustus Cæsar—— was able, enlightened, and efficient. He laid down the policy which succeeding emperors pursued, and which resulted in the peace and prosperity of the Roman world until vices prepared the way for violence. Augustus was a great organizer, and the machinery of government which he and his ministers perfected kept the empire to- gether until it was overrun by the New Germanic races. Had Antony conquered at Actium, the destinies of the empire might have been far different. But for two hundred years the world never saw a more efficient central power than that exercised by the Roman em- perors or by their ministers. Imperialism at last proved fatal to genius and the higher interests of man- kind; but imperialism was the creation of Julius Cæsar, as a real or supposed necessity; it was efficiently and beneficently continued by his grand-nephew Augus- tus; and its consolidated strength became an established institution which the civilized world quietly accepted. The battle of Actium virtually settled the civil war and the fortunes of Antony, although he afterwards fought bravely and energetically; but all to no purpose. And then, at last, his eyes were opened, and Shak- speare makes him bitterly exclaim,—— "All is lost! This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me. . . . Betray'd I am: O this false soul of Egypt!" 
from Beacon Lights of History, by John Lord, LL. D., Volume II, Part I: Ancient Achievements, pp. 311—328. Copyright 1883, 1886, 1888, by John Lord. Copyright 1915, by George Spencer Hulbert. Copyright 1921, By Wm. H. Wise & Co., New York.
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By Arthur G. Staples ON "PRODIGIES" YOU CAN'T make a prodigy out of every child; but perhaps you can teach children more when they are very young. Seemingly ordinary children have been made into wonders when they have had wonderful teachers. We have had a notion that it does not do to force in- fant minds. Some others believe that you ought to begin forcing the mind as soon as you force the legs. If you did not ask a child to use its legs in walking until he were four years old, he would be slow to run. We let children's minds go wool-gathering until they are partially atrophied. Start in on the mind as soon as you do with the muscles. Is this true? I don't know. I desire, simply, to set you to thinking. Wonderful what has been done in this respect! John Stuart Mill's father was a wonderful teacher——learned in the classics, historian, et cetera! he had John Stuart educated according to the Mill that grinds, himself the miller. Some of the books say that James Mill, the father, "unwisely forced the son be- yond his years." But John Stuart Mill has left an im- mortal name——growing as authority as Spencer de- clines. He began to study Greek at three. At seven he had read all Greek classics in the original. At ten he had mastered mathematics. At ten he read Latin as well as English. At twelve he had done with books as anything but tools and had begun on constructive thinking, and his observations on logic began to be the foudation of his father's compilation. John Stuart Mill never played with other boys and never knew that he was learned until he came to manhood. He simply thought that all other boys could read Greek as well as English and had all poets, all philosophies at his tongue's end. Mill never went to school except to his father until he was fifteen. John Fiske had a wonderful grandmother. She be- lieved that she was dealing with a record breaker, in John, and she was. When her baby genius was just toddling, she began to prepare him for college. At seven years of age he was reading Cæsar's Commen- taries in Latin; making wise observations on the Tenth Legion; perusing Josephus for light reading and delv- ing into Plato in the original. At nine he spoke Greek. When he was ten he had read all of Prescott, Motley, Gibbon, Macaulay and Edward Gibbon. For a test to his memory he wrote a history of the world from Moses down to the date of his own birth, giving a list of the greatest men who had ever lived and a brief mention of what they had done. This book is still in existence. When twelve, he had read Virgil, Sallust, Ovid, Juvenal and Catullus in the original. He had also mas- tered trigonometry, surveying, navigation, geometry and differential calculus. Before he was out of knee breeches he kept his diary in Spanish, spoke German like a native, read German philosophy in German, wrote poems in Italian and had translated Cervantes into English. At seventeen he read the Hebrew Scrip- tures like a rabbi and was familiar with Sanscrit. John Fiske was no bookworm. If there was any- thing else he did not do, find it. He smoked like a furnace and, alas, he drank beer like a toper. He was a fine, healthy, likeable, mischievous chap. He was ad- mitted to Harvard without any examination. There was not a college professor who had half the knowl- edge that he had under his hat. Students and profes- sors looked on him with wonder. He studied thirteen hours a day at Harvard and grew fat on it. Prophecies were made that the would eclipse Humboldt, Newton and Mill. Here the dissertation ends. I am talking purely about acquiring knowledge. What Fiske did with it was his affair. He was a great power in education, but no great discovery is attached to his name. He did not leave the heritage of Newton, Humboldt or John Stuart Mill. He smoked too much; was too sed- entary; drank too much; was too lazy physically. He died of fatty dengeneration. That was John Fiske's af- fair. His mind was a marvel. It comprehended wider range of pure learning than perhaps any other that ever lived. My thesis is along the lines of these two men. Could other minds have been developed by similar direction; by taking when they were very young and in- stead of teaching them baby talk and kindergarten, teach them the realities? I don't know. John Fiske developed only one great scientific truth——the strength of mental development in any animal is in proportion to its infancy or the length of time involved in its reaching physical maturity. Note the emphasis on physical. Rare-ripes gener- ally fall early. Newton and Humboldt developed slowly. Each lived to be over eighty. It is up to you. 
from Jack in the Pulpit, by Arthur G. Staples Copyright, 1921, A. G. Staples Lewiston Journal Company, Lewiston, Maine; pp. 157 - 159.
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Introduction. Foreword. I. I Begin a Pilgrimage. (i.) II. En Route. (i.) III. A Pilgrim's Progress. (i.) (ii.) IV. Le Nouveau. (i.) (ii.) (iii.) V. A Group of Portraits. (i.) (ii.) VI. Apollyon. (i.) (ii.) VII. An Approach to the Delectable Mountains. (i.) (ii.) (iii.) VIII. The Wanderer. (i.) IX. Zoo-Loo. (i.) (ii.) X. Surplice. (i.) XI. Jean le Negre. (i.) (ii.) XII. Three Wise Men (i.) XIII. I Say Good-Bye to la Misère (i.)
History of the Jewish Church, vol. I — Arthur Penrhyn Stanley, D.D.
[Preface] [Introduction] I : The Call of Abraham [i.] [ii.] II : Abraham and Isaac [i.] [ii.] III : Jacob [i.] [ii.] IV : Israel in Egypt [i.] [ii.] V : The Exodus [i.] [ii.] VI : The Wilderness [i.] VII : Sinai and the Law [i.] [ii.] VIII : Kadesh and Pisgah [i.] [ii.] IX : The Conquest of Palestine [i.] X : The Conquest of Western Palestine—The Fall of Jericho [i.] XI : The Conquest of Western Palestine—Battle of Beth-horon [i.] XII : The Battle of Merom and Settlement of the Tribes [i.] XII : The Battle of Merom and Settlement of the Tribes [ii.] XIII : Israel Under the Judges [i.] [ii.] [iii.] XIV : Deborah [i.] [ii.] XV : Gideon [i.] [ii.] XVI : Jephthah and Samson [i.] [ii.] XVII : The Fall of Shiloh [i.] XVIII : Samuel and the Prophetical Office [i.] [ii.] XIX : The History of the Prophetical Order [i.] [ii.] XX : On the Nature of the Prophetical Teachings [i.] [ii.] Appendix I : The Traditional Localities of Abraham's Migration [i] Appendix II : The Cave at Machpelah [i.] [ii.] Appendix III : The Samaritan Passover [i.]
History of the Jewish Church, vol. II
[Preface] XXI : The House of Saul [i.] [ii.] XXII : The Youth of David [i.] [ii.] XXIII : The Reign of David [i.] [ii.] XXIV : The Fall of David [i.] [ii.] XXV : The Psalter of David [i.] [ii.] XXVI : The Empire of Solomon [i.] [ii.] XXVII : The Temple of Solomon [i.] [ii.] XXVIII : The Wisdom of Solomon [i.] [ii.] XXIX : The House of Jeroboam—Ahijah and Iddo [i.] [ii.] XXX : The House of Omri—Elijah [i.] [ii.] XXXI : The House of Omri—Elisha [i.] XXXII : The House of Omri—Jehu [i.] XXXIII : The House of Jehu—The Syrian Wars, and the Prophet Jonah [i.] XXXIV : The Fall of Samaria [i.] XXXV : The First Kings of Judah [i.] [ii.] XXXVI : The Jewish Priesthood [i.] [ii.] XXXVII : The Age of Uzziah [i.] [ii.] XXXVIII : Hezekiah [i.] [ii.] XXXIX : Manasseh and Josiah [i.] [ii.] XL : Jeremiah and the Fall of Jerusalem [i.] [ii.] [iii.] [iv.] [Notes, Volume II]
History of the Jewish Church, vol. III
[Preface] XLI : The Babylonian Captivity [i.] [ii.] [iii.] XLII : The Fall of Babylon [i.] [ii.] XLIII : Persian Dominon—The Return [i.] [ii.] XLIV : Ezra and Nehemiah [i.] [ii.] [iii.] XLV : Malachi [i.] [ii.] [iii.] XLVI : Socrates [i.] [ii.] [iii.] XLVII : Alexandria [i.] [ii.] [iii.] XLVIII : Judas Maccabæus [i.] [ii.] [iii.] [iv.] XLIX : The Asmonean Dynasty [i.] [ii.] [iii.] L : Herod [i.] [ii.] [iii.] [iv.] [v.]
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I. His General Line of Business. II. The Shipwreck. III. Wapping Workhouse. IV. Two Views of a Cheap Theatre. V. Poor Mercantile Jack. VI. Refreshments for Travellers. VII. Travelling Abroad. VIII. The Great Tasmania's Cargo IX. City of London Churches. X. Shy Neighbourhoods. XI. Tramps. XII. Dullborough Town. XIII. Night Walks. XIV. Chambers. XV. Nurse's Stories. XVI. Arcadian London. XVII. The Calais Night-mail. XVIII. Some Recollections of Mortality. XIX. Birthday Celebrations. XX. Bound for the Great Salt Lake. XXI. The City of the Absent. XXII. An Old Stage-Coaching Horse. XXIII. The Boiled Beef of New England. XXIV. Chatham Dock-Yard. XXV. In the French-Flemish Country. XXVI. Medicine-Men of Civilization. XXVII. Titbull's Almshouses. XXVIII. The Italian Prisoner.
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I. The Dawn. II. A Dean, and a Chapter also. III. The Nuns' House. IV. Mr. Sapsea. V. Mr. Durdles and Friend. VI. Philanthropy in Minor Canon Corner. VII. More Confidences Than One. VIII. Daggers Drawn. IX. Birds in the Bush. X. Smoothing the Way. XI. A Picture and a Ring. XII. A Night with Durdles. XIII. Both at their Best. XIV. When shall these Three meet again? XV. Impeached. XVI. Devoted. XVII. Philanthropy, Professional and Unprofessional. XVIII. A Settler in Cloisterham. XIX. Shadow on the Sundial. XX. A Flight. XXI. A Recognition. XXII. (i.) (ii.) A Gritty State of Things comes on. XXVIII. (i.) (ii.) The Dawn Again.
Preface. Les Trois Ours. Les Quatres Saisons. La Rose Mousseuse. Les Trois Souhaits. Le Chat et le Renard. Blanche-Neige. Les Trois Citrons. La Ville Submergée. Le Poisson d'Or. La Cabane au Toit de Fromage. Le Vrai Heritier. Yvon et Finette. Le Renard et le Loup. La Mauvaise Femme. Baba-Iaga. Le Nez. L'Hospitalité du Pacha. Les Deux Frères. Le Berger et le Dragon. Les Deux Aumones. L'Amore d'Une Mère. Le Cheveu Merveilleux. Un Conte de ma Mère l'Oie. Godefroi, le Petit Ermite. Le Grain de Moutarde. Vocabulary. (a - l) Vocabulary. (m - z)
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2019.08.12 07:41 innnnmotion Reflections on 2 weeks in Tijuana (from someone who did not go for sex tourism)

I must admit that before arriving to Tijuana, I knew very little of the city. In part, this was intentional. I liked to travel to places with an almost blank slate, allowing whatever experiences happen to wash over me, building from nothing with as little preconceived notions of where the hell I might be as possible. When it came to Tijuana, I knew oh so very little. I knew it was a border town and I knew there was some sort of a wall. I also briefly lived in Mexico City and dated someone there who was from TJ—as I've found so many like to call it. When she told me this was her home, it was quickly followed by an almost literal bold-face asterisk: "It's not just what you hear in the news and it has so much more to offer." I admittedly hadn't heard the news, but I assumed this news was not the good kind of news. And it's true, the news is, well… often not good. USA Today recently named it the most dangerous city in the world and, just one weekend before my arrival, 31 people were killed within city limits. But whatever. I wasn't going to let the news stop me. Hell, I hadn't even read the news until well after into my arrival to even allow myself to be affected by it. All I knew was that I had just finished a stint exploring up the East Coast of the U.S. and down the West Coast, and it was very important for me to take a bus to the border and walk into Mexico. And that's just what I did.
 
HOW TO PRONOUNCE TIJUANA
Really quick just to get this out of the way, because I keep hearing my fellow gringos fucking this up too much to let it slide. If you're saying "tee-a-wa–na," you've been throwing in an extra syllable. Make it easier on yourself and say "tee-hooa-na." Or if that's too much, just say "TJ."
 
CROSSING THE BORDER
The walk into Mexico was… surprisingly uneventful. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but what I found were personality-devoid border security agents who simply asked how long I was going to be in Mexico ("I'd like the six month visa please"), would I be paying the fee in pesos or dollars (500 pesos), and not to lose the paper (like I did once before). "Great, enjoy. Bienvenidos." I walked onward and the sign above shortly after confirmed his greeting. I was on my way with Mexico to my left, leaving behind the USofA for the unforeseeable future.
 
LAS PLAYAS DE TIJUANA
I still had my Telcel sim card leftover from my CDMX days (which, for the record, works great in the states on the T-Mobile network at a fraction of the cost). While there are cheaper options, if you're looking to cover a lot of Mexican ground, I'd recommend this company as they reportedly have the best coverage. You can also use their app to manage your data usage and load top-ups. 5GB/month will set you back a mere ~13USD. Because of this, I was able to book an Uber directly from the border to Lifestyle Hostel, one of two that exists in Tijuana. It's strange to me that the city doesn't have more of a hostel culture considering it's entirely primed for it with its endless supply of nightlife partying, but I guess that's just not the reputation it has right now. Perhaps one day.
This particular hostel is one block off the beach and boardwalk in an area simply known as Playas de Tijuana. Lifestyle boasts high reviews and at $14 a night for a dorm bed (that's low-end here) with little competition and I can see why. It's a competently ran place situated above, get this, a jiu jitsu studio. The man who did my check-in offered complimentary classes (I think), to which I did not take him up on, but I appreciated nonetheless. Instead, I wanted to take a stroll of the area and my surroundings. I came to Tijuana for whatever it had to offer after all. I was there on a Wednesday night just before sundown strolling along the boardwalk heading towards la frontera, the infamous physical barrier between here and there. Mariachi men were playing the standards, everything from hot dogs to half-dozen shrimp on a stick could be purchased, and families were soaking in the last of the waves and rays. I found a place to sit for a while, just to revel in the sights, sounds, and smells as I felt absolutely giddy at the fact that I was back in Latinolandia once again. Once I finished basking in this delight, I headed towards the wall. You'll first see it off in the distance, a strange and not at all solid structure that flimsy just shoots off and comes to an abrupt stop in the ocean, almost as if the damn thing is afraid of water. It doesn't look at all effective or menacing, it's not even a wall as much as it's a series of inter-connecting slats. A fence, one might say. Maybe that's why they shout to build a wall. What I found incredibly interesting is how the two countries treat this structure. On the American side, it doesn't appear you can get anywhere within 30 meters of thing. Hell, there's actually another wall behind this wall and a road in between with very official looking vehicles occasionally on patrol. But over here? Over here it carries the sort of character you'd expect from Mexicans. Every section for a good couple of kilometers is covered in mural after mural, some illustrating the divide of nations with another reminding us that everyone is an immigrant. Some are deeply political and some are hopeful and speaks to the unity of humanity. Some just want to express their love for the person their dating. This structure that was meant to say, "get out and stay out," has been transformed into a place of unrestrained expression. Across the street sits a café named Felices días del amor y la soledad (Happy days of love and loneliness).
 
ZONA NORTE
While I enjoyed the evening at the beach, I am and will always be a city kid at heart, so the next morning I packed up my stuff, ate a street tamale, and took an Uber towards "the city." For reference, here's a map of the areas that most tourists will find themselves.
In the north right along the border you have the most infamous part of town: Zona Norte. While small, it's complete with the seediest sides of life. Sex workers on the streets, noticeable drug use and signs of addiction, and high-end sex clubs. This area is not for the faint of heart. I saw someone getting a blowjob in a parking lot, a lady with makeup running down her face while shooting up in the middle of the day, unofficial "police" chatting up the street-level sex workers, and… some great taco stands. Sex work is decriminalized in Mexico, meaning that in most areas, you don't need license to work in this industry and you won't find yourself in legal trouble for trying to solicit or procure it. In many respects, this is a wonderful thing. Those selling and buying can conduct business that will happen regardless without fearing for their legal well-being. I only wish that the area was safer for everyone involved. It's said that police have completely abandoned Zona Norte, leaving much of it up to self-governance. Enough gets said and written about here, particularly among horny U.S. tourists visiting the renowned Hong Kong Gentlemen's Club. I on the other hand did not partake in any of the trade. It's not out of some moral opposition, but generally… it's just not my thing.
I do want to talk about the bar Zacazonapan, or simply Zacaz as those here call it. Said to have been put on the map to the external non-TJ crowd by Manu Chao, Zacaz lies just on the border of—but still very much in—Zona Norte. To explain Zacaz, you have to understand marijuana in Tijuana. While literally just over the border in San Diego you can buy weed from dispensaries with a credit card, the attitude in Tijuana and much of Mexico is less than accepting. Much of the drug world, including yerba, is Narco controlled. For that reason alone, until this relationship becomes decoupled, the plant will always have a troubled reputation. Zacaz, on the other hand, is a green lover's haven. For whatever reason, much like all of Zona Norte, the police look away. You need to be over 18 and show an ID to get in, regardless of your age, but I assume this is more of a self-imposed restriction rather than any actual legal obligation. The bar resides below ground in a very dim and incredibly dive environment. They sell a vast selection of not one but two beers available only by the bottle and only by the liter. The first time I walked in, I saw nothing but a cloud of thick weed smoke, 4 person tables lining the outer perimeter, and a bong resting right there and center on the bar. Now I've been to my fair share of dives in my life, but I must say, this is a truly special place. You never know what you'll get. The way the seating works, you're almost always interacting with people you don't know. The patrons are rolling joints out on the tables, sipping their beers out of plastic cups, and dancing in the center of the bar on very sticky floors. You get all types, ages, and backgrounds here. The music will jump around like crazy from 80s synth pop, metal, to Latin ballads. People will dance sporadically, get into lengthy conversations, argue, and break out into fist-throwing fights. On one particular night, I witness a chubby man in his 50s dancing to Juan Gabriel while an older sex worker was being pushed out with a bar stool by the staff for trying to steal some drugs off another patron. Words will never fully capture the complete essence of what Zacaz has to offer. Much like the multifacetedness of humanity, Zacaz demands to be witnessed and accepted for everything it is.
 
EL CENTRO AND AV. REVOLUCIÓN
Literally across the street from Zona Norte is the main downtown and tourist strip named Avenida Revolución. Marking the start is Arco Monumental, acting as a gateway to what the city has to offer. On Revolución, you'll find an incredible array of dive bars dating back sometimes more than half a century. You'll find an ever-exploding craft beer scene, offering some of the finest in the field. On the food side, you can go high-end or eat just as deliciously on the streets. You can also get your fill of independent cinema. Here's a list of my standouts:
I could keep going. I really could. This street has so much to offer, all hours of the day, all days of the week. Honestly you can't go wrong just showing up and sometimes following the sounds to where ever they may lead. Music pours onto every nook.
I have a few other mentions of places that might fall in el centro territory or not as city and neighborhood boundaries always get a little fuzzy, but I can't go without at least mentioning them and the quality experiences they provided.
 
CECUT AND ZONA RIO
A little to the east of the party scene that is Av. Revolución, you'll find the Tijuana Cultural Center (CECUT). Encompassed within this orb of a standout architectural sight is a cultural hub for all. It has the only IMAX theater in town showing an array of films in a 360-degree field. Museo de las Californias can be found within, boasting both a permanent collection as well as rotating exhibits. When I was there, stills from the film Roma were on display. There's a tranquil garden, Jardin Caracol, that contains Mesoamerican sculptures, an array of unique plants from around the region, and a quiet escape from the city that surrounds it. CECUT also offers a nice outdoor area that provides an assortment of weekend activities, like a vegan food festival or an indigenous peoples' dance festival.
Cross the street and you'll find yourself in the popular Plaza Rio, an outdoor shopping mall that'll have all your chains, retail shops, and a large Cinepolis movie theater with the latest blockbusters shown in both Spanish and English.
 
ALBERCAS WATER PARK VERGEL
If you're here during the warmer months, do yourself a favor and make it out to this robust water park of high-intensity water slide attractions. Unlike the States, you won't find any price gouging here. Entrance tickets are 180MXN (~9USD) and the food and alcohol prices inside are the same you would pay outside. The music was all over the place and for a while was playing some real 80s bangers that just made the whole experience a treat. It's most known for the Slip N Fly, a slide that requires your to go down head first and launches your body 20 meters into the air before plummeting into the water however you find yourself landing. I did it only once and still felt bruised on my left thigh four days later. It's no joke and it's awesome. But come for the day, drink clamatos, hang out in the wave pool, and make some Mexican friends. I went on a Tuesday and stayed for the whole day. While the park was busy, I never had to wait more than a couple of minutes in line. They seem to have a nice system. You can also bring outside food and utilize one of their many BBQ grills.
 
HOW TO MEET PEOPLE AND FIND EVENTS
As a white guy with blue eyes and somewhat passible Spanish, I found it both easy and accessible to meet people and find events. As with most places in the world though, I recommend using the tools out there.
TJ has a decent Couchsurfing community. Even if you don't use it for lodging, if you travel and want to meet people, the Hangouts feature on the app is an invaluable resource for getting connected with the people who live there and are in the know. Within an hour of turning the app on and broadcasting to others that I wanted to hangout, I had a few people offering to show me around.
As far as finding events, my number one go-to almost anywhere in the world in major cities is thus: go to Facebook, click on events, click on discover, limit the search to the city and the dates you'll be there. Mark yourself as interested in events you may like and then just… show up! Especially while traveling in places where you might stand out, it's not uncommon that people will come up and talk to you. I didn't find this happened as much here as it did in, say Guatemala City, and perhaps that's because of the proximity to the U.S. border and the occasional saturation of gringos in these parts. Generally, though, these apps are tools to find things to do, meet people with common interests, and using that as a launching point to then get connected and in the social circles of those who live where you're traveling.
 
BRIEF CONCLUSION
Tijuana. You're an incredible place with a lot to offer. One of things I found so touching is just how many people either from here or who have chosen to relocate here have so much pride and passion for where this city is and where it's going. Yeah, it's rough around the edges, but that's part of the charm. That Norteña in CDMX all those months ago was right: it's not just what you hear in the news and it has so much more to offer. The Simpsons, in a rather tongue-in-cheek way, called Tijuana the happiest place on Earth. If you take Tijuana for what it is and all that it is, you just might find some truth in that.
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2019.08.12 07:10 innnnmotion Reflections on Tijuana, Baja California, México

I must admit that before arriving to Tijuana, I knew very little of the city. In part, this was intentional. I liked to travel to places with an almost blank slate, allowing whatever experiences happen to wash over me, building from nothing with as little preconceived notions of where the hell I might be as possible. When it came to Tijuana, I knew oh so very little. I knew it was a border town and I knew there was some sort of a wall. I also briefly lived in Mexico City and dated someone there who was from TJ—as I've found so many like to call it. When she told me this was her home, it was quickly followed by an almost literal bold-face asterisk: "It's not just what you hear in the news and it has so much more to offer." I admittedly hadn't heard the news, but I assumed this news was not the good kind of news. And it's true, the news is, well… often not good. USA Today recently named it the most dangerous city in the world and, just one weekend before my arrival, 31 people were killed within city limits. But whatever. I wasn't going to let the news stop me. Hell, I hadn't even read the news until well after into my arrival to even allow myself to be affected by it. All I knew was that I had just finished a stint exploring up the East Coast of the U.S. and down the West Coast, and it was very important for me to take a bus to the border and walk into Mexico. And that's just what I did.
 
HOW TO PRONOUNCE TIJUANA
Really quick just to get this out of the way, because I keep hearing my fellow gringos fucking this up too much to let it slide. If you're saying "tee-a-wa–na," you've been throwing in an extra syllable. Make it easier on yourself and say "tee-hooa-na." Or if that's too much, just say "TJ."
 
CROSSING THE BORDER
The walk into Mexico was… surprisingly uneventful. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but what I found were personality-devoid border security agents who simply asked how long I was going to be in Mexico ("I'd like the six month visa please"), would I be paying the fee in pesos or dollars (500 pesos), and not to lose the paper (like I did once before). "Great, enjoy. Bienvenidos." I walked onward and the sign above shortly after confirmed his greeting. I was on my way with Mexico to my left, leaving behind the USofA for the unforeseeable future.
 
LAS PLAYAS DE TIJUANA
I still had my Telcel sim card leftover from my CDMX days (which, for the record, works great in the states on the T-Mobile network at a fraction of the cost). While there are cheaper options, if you're looking to cover a lot of Mexican ground, I'd recommend this company as they reportedly have the best coverage. You can also use their app to manage your data usage and load top-ups. 5GB/month will set you back a mere ~13USD. Because of this, I was able to book an Uber directly from the border to Lifestyle Hostel, one of two that exists in Tijuana. It's strange to me that the city doesn't have more of a hostel culture considering it's entirely primed for it with its endless supply of nightlife partying, but I guess that's just not the reputation it has right now. Perhaps one day.
This particular hostel is one block off the beach and boardwalk in an area simply known as Playas de Tijuana. Lifestyle boasts high reviews and at $14 a night for a dorm bed (that's low-end here) with little competition and I can see why. It's a competently ran place situated above, get this, a jiu jitsu studio. The man who did my check-in offered complimentary classes (I think), to which I did not take him up on, but I appreciated nonetheless. Instead, I wanted to take a stroll of the area and my surroundings. I came to Tijuana for whatever it had to offer after all. I was there on a Wednesday night just before sundown strolling along the boardwalk heading towards la frontera, the infamous physical barrier between here and there. Mariachi men were playing the standards, everything from hot dogs to half-dozen shrimp on a stick could be purchased, and families were soaking in the last of the waves and rays. I found a place to sit for a while, just to revel in the sights, sounds, and smells as I felt absolutely giddy at the fact that I was back in Latinolandia once again. Once I finished basking in this delight, I headed towards the wall. You'll first see it off in the distance, a strange and not at all solid structure that flimsy just shoots off and comes to an abrupt stop in the ocean, almost as if the damn thing is afraid of water. It doesn't look at all effective or menacing, it's not even a wall as much as it's a series of inter-connecting slats. A fence, one might say. Maybe that's why they shout to build a wall. What I found incredibly interesting is how the two countries treat this structure. On the American side, it doesn't appear you can get anywhere within 30 meters of thing. Hell, there's actually another wall behind this wall and a road in between with very official looking vehicles occasionally on patrol. But over here? Over here it carries the sort of character you'd expect from Mexicans. Every section for a good couple of kilometers is covered in mural after mural, some illustrating the divide of nations with another reminding us that everyone is an immigrant. Some are deeply political and some are hopeful and speaks to the unity of humanity. Some just want to express their love for the person their dating. This structure that was meant to say, "get out and stay out," has been transformed into a place of unrestrained expression. Across the street sits a café named Felices días del amor y la soledad (Happy days of love and loneliness).
 
ZONA NORTE
While I enjoyed the evening at the beach, I am and will always be a city kid at heart, so the next morning I packed up my stuff, ate a street tamale, and took an Uber towards "the city." For reference, here's a map of the areas that most tourists will find themselves.
In the north right along the border you have the most infamous part of town: Zona Norte. While small, it's complete with the seediest sides of life. Sex workers on the streets, noticeable drug use and signs of addiction, and high-end sex clubs. This area is not for the faint of heart. I saw someone getting a blowjob in a parking lot, a lady with makeup running down her face while shooting up in the middle of the day, unofficial "police" chatting up the street-level sex workers, and… some great taco stands. Sex work is decriminalized in Mexico, meaning that in most areas, you don't need license to work in this industry and you won't find yourself in legal trouble for trying to solicit or procure it. In many respects, this is a wonderful thing. Those selling and buying can conduct business that will happen regardless without fearing for their legal well-being. I only wish that the area was safer for everyone involved. It's said that police have completely abandoned Zona Norte, leaving much of it up to self-governance. Enough gets said and written about here, particularly among horny U.S. tourists visiting the renowned Hong Kong Gentlemen's Club. I on the other hand did not partake in any of the trade. It's not out of some moral opposition, but generally… it's just not my thing.
I do want to talk about the bar Zacazonapan, or simply Zacaz as those here call it. Said to have been put on the map to the external non-TJ crowd by Manu Chao, Zacaz lies just on the border of—but still very much in—Zona Norte. To explain Zacaz, you have to understand marijuana in Tijuana. While literally just over the border in San Diego you can buy weed from dispensaries with a credit card, the attitude in Tijuana and much of Mexico is less than accepting. Much of the drug world, including yerba, is Narco controlled. For that reason alone, until this relationship becomes decoupled, the plant will always have a troubled reputation. Zacaz, on the other hand, is a green lover's haven. For whatever reason, much like all of Zona Norte, the police look away. You need to be over 18 and show an ID to get in, regardless of your age, but I assume this is more of a self-imposed restriction rather than any actual legal obligation. The bar resides below ground in a very dim and incredibly dive environment. They sell a vast selection of not one but two beers available only by the bottle and only by the liter. The first time I walked in, I saw nothing but a cloud of thick weed smoke, 4 person tables lining the outer perimeter, and a bong resting right there and center on the bar. Now I've been to my fair share of dives in my life, but I must say, this is a truly special place. You never know what you'll get. The way the seating works, you're almost always interacting with people you don't know. The patrons are rolling joints out on the tables, sipping their beers out of plastic cups, and dancing in the center of the bar on very sticky floors. You get all types, ages, and backgrounds here. The music will jump around like crazy from 80s synth pop, metal, to Latin ballads. People will dance sporadically, get into lengthy conversations, argue, and break out into fist-throwing fights. On one particular night, I witness a chubby man in his 50s dancing to Juan Gabriel while an older sex worker was being pushed out with a bar stool by the staff for trying to steal some drugs off another patron. Words will never fully capture the complete essence of what Zacaz has to offer. Much like the multifacetedness of humanity, Zacaz demands to be witnessed and accepted for everything it is.
 
EL CENTRO AND AV. REVOLUCIÓN
Literally across the street from Zona Norte is the main downtown and tourist strip named Avenida Revolución. Marking the start is Arco Monumental, acting as a gateway to what the city has to offer. On Revolución, you'll find an incredible array of dive bars dating back sometimes more than half a century. You'll find an ever-exploding craft beer scene, offering some of the finest in the field. On the food side, you can go high-end or eat just as deliciously on the streets. You can also get your fill of independent cinema. Here's a list of my standouts:
I could keep going. I really could. This street has so much to offer, all hours of the day, all days of the week. Honestly you can't go wrong just showing up and sometimes following the sounds to where ever they may lead. Music pours onto every nook.
I have a few other mentions of places that might fall in el centro territory or not as city and neighborhood boundaries always get a little fuzzy, but I can't go without at least mentioning them and the quality experiences they provided.
 
CECUT AND ZONA RIO
A little to the east of the party scene that is Av. Revolución, you'll find the Tijuana Cultural Center (CECUT). Encompassed within this orb of a standout architectural sight is a cultural hub for all. It has the only IMAX theater in town showing an array of films in a 360-degree field. Museo de las Californias can be found within, boasting both a permanent collection as well as rotating exhibits. When I was there, stills from the film Roma were on display. There's a tranquil garden, Jardin Caracol, that contains Mesoamerican sculptures, an array of unique plants from around the region, and a quiet escape from the city that surrounds it. CECUT also offers a nice outdoor area that provides an assortment of weekend activities, like a vegan food festival or an indigenous peoples' dance festival.
Cross the street and you'll find yourself in the popular Plaza Rio, an outdoor shopping mall that'll have all your chains, retail shops, and a large Cinepolis movie theater with the latest blockbusters shown in both Spanish and English.
 
ALBERCAS WATER PARK VERGEL
If you're here during the warmer months, do yourself a favor and make it out to this robust water park of high-intensity water slide attractions. Unlike the States, you won't find any price gouging here. Entrance tickets are 180MXN (~9USD) and the food and alcohol prices inside are the same you would pay outside. The music was all over the place and for a while was playing some real 80s bangers that just made the whole experience a treat. It's most known for the Slip N Fly, a slide that requires your to go down head first and launches your body 20 meters into the air before plummeting into the water however you find yourself landing. I did it only once and still felt bruised on my left thigh four days later. It's no joke and it's awesome. But come for the day, drink clamatos, hang out in the wave pool, and make some Mexican friends. I went on a Tuesday and stayed for the whole day. While the park was busy, I never had to wait more than a couple of minutes in line. They seem to have a nice system. You can also bring outside food and utilize one of their many BBQ grills.
 
HOW TO MEET PEOPLE AND FIND EVENTS
As a white guy with blue eyes and somewhat passible Spanish, I found it both easy and accessible to meet people and find events. As with most places in the world though, I recommend using the tools out there.
TJ has a decent Couchsurfing community. Even if you don't use it for lodging, if you travel and want to meet people, the Hangouts feature on the app is an invaluable resource for getting connected with the people who live there and are in the know. Within an hour of turning the app on and broadcasting to others that I wanted to hangout, I had a few people offering to show me around.
As far as finding events, my number one go-to almost anywhere in the world in major cities is thus: go to Facebook, click on events, click on discover, limit the search to the city and the dates you'll be there. Mark yourself as interested in events you may like and then just… show up! Especially while traveling in places where you might stand out, it's not uncommon that people will come up and talk to you. I didn't find this happened as much here as it did in, say Guatemala City, and perhaps that's because of the proximity to the U.S. border and the occasional saturation of gringos in these parts. Generally, though, these apps are tools to find things to do, meet people with common interests, and using that as a launching point to then get connected and in the social circles of those who live where you're traveling.
 
BRIEF CONCLUSION
Tijuana. You're an incredible place with a lot to offer. One of things I found so touching is just how many people either from here or who have chosen to relocate here have so much pride and passion for where this city is and where it's going. Yeah, it's rough around the edges, but that's part of the charm. That Norteña in CDMX all those months ago was right: it's not just what you hear in the news and it has so much more to offer. The Simpsons, in a rather tongue-in-cheek way, called Tijuana the happiest place on Earth. If you take Tijuana for what it is and all that it is, you just might find some truth in that.
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2019.06.20 23:06 CaptainVTwitch Now I know what love is..

Nunc Scio quid sit Amor is Latin for "Now I know what love is" and speaks so well for the past 3-4 months of my life.
2018 was a year of turmoil for me. Lost an uncle, got myself caught up in an unhealthy relationship, worked a job I didn't like, locked myself away from society.

This year, just a few months ago, I decided that I would take some time to set up a dating profile, as a joke of some kind, without thinking it would lead to anything or, anyone. I was wrong. After a few days, I connected with a girl who I could only describe as possibly the most beautiful woman I have ever met. After some time, we began to connect and agreed to meet in person for the first time.
I don't think I've ever been that nervous. But, I did it anyway and we really hit it off. It's strange to say but I think something in my mind, or even in my heart, knew that something was to come from this.

Straight from the start, I decided that I would not hide, nor fake anything to this person. I would be entirely myself and see how things go, if she likes me, great! Right? I told this girl all of my mistakes, the things I regretted and the things I did not.
A month or two into talking, going on dates, hanging out. I suppose in the flair of the moment we both had decided to reveal that we had feelings for each other. Which looking back now, I was blatantly obvious after I had decided to kiss her at the end of one of our dates.

Alright. So. I'm gonna cut to now. 4 months in and I am completely head over heels in love. It's a mature kind of love, like nothing I've felt before. Some say we're like a married couple, an old married couple, might I add. And I guess in some ways we are. Things aren't easy when we're apart and we both get frustrated with ease (more so, me) but as stupid as it sounds, I want to marry this woman. She knows this, we've spoken, cultural differences force us to wait and it's the smartest thing to wait.
I guess what I'm trying to say is "now, I know what love is". Thanks to this one person. For saving me from myself.
Nunc Scio quid sit Amor
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2019.05.08 18:11 tloll Love, A Roman Interpretation

In Latin, there are four words that describe the different types of love:
These four words are the root, basis, and template for the various forms of love we experience in our lives.
The most primitive type of love is ’cupiditas’, or carnal desire / lust. In this type of love, the focus lies within oneself. The individual DESIRES the other. It’s the shallowest form of love. It’s simply a simple crush.
You: “I don’t really know you, but I want you.”
The next form of love is ’amor’, or affection / sexual passion. Although this form of love is deeper than ‘cupiditas’, the focus still lies within the individual.
You: “I love the way you make ME feel”.
Them: “I love the way you make ME feel, too!”
Sadly, despite defensive claims otherwise, most relationships don’t make it past this stage. Because the focus is on the individual, the love is still not deeply rooted. Once the beloved no longer makes the lover feel “that way”, the relationship is shaken, often irreparably. Would you still love them if they cheated on you? Would you still love them if they betrayed you, or hurt you?
Next there is ‘amicitia’, or friendship, indicating an alliance / bond.
”The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.”
’Amicitia’ is a love beyond simple sexual passion. It’s founded in the appreciation and admiration of the other person’s character and mind - his or her very being. The significance of ‘amicitia’ is in the shift away from the self. This type of love is what you feel with your closest friends. With friendship, love is more foundational and solid. It’s something beyond mere physical attraction. There’s a reason friendships tend to last longer than romantic relationships.
The highest form of love is ‘dilectatio’, or delight. ’Dilectatio’ is a complete shift away from yourself. It is a rational love. It is a considerate love. It is a sacrificial love. It is loving someone so much that you would give your life for them, take a bullet for them - no matter the risk, no matter their capacity to completely and utterly devastate you. It is the realization that one day, they WILL destroy you.
The BEST possible scenario in love is that you give your everything to someone, and them you; you commit and devote your life to them, in sickness and in health, and them you; they drive you to conquer your most challenging obstacles, motivate you to reach and surpass your greatest heights, share in your victories, your triumphs, your glory - and you them; they become your rock during the darkest trials and tribulations in life - heartbreak, loss, failure - and you them; they show you beauty in times of sorrow, making you believe again that life is worth living, tearing down your steely walls of pessimism and cynicism.
And then... Then, they die.
Despite the crushing pain love can and will bring you, despite the pain they will cause you - you love them with unconditional acceptance anyway. You bare every inch of the depths of your soul anyway, fully recognizing and understanding what you risk.
For me, I don’t think I’ve ever TRULY made it past ‘amor’ in any of my past relationships. I have realized that I have strong decade+ long friendships (‘amicitia’) with a deeper, more resilient love than any of the girls I’ve dated in the past (bros before hoes, lol). I’ve never felt ’dilectatio’, but I still naively hope it’s possible. Most days I have my doubts. Despite my trust issues and emotional baggage (got cheated on, abandoned, rejected), I want to be capable of delighting. I want to be a man worthy of another’s delight. It’s a long journey to ’dilectatio’, but I’m driven to reach the destination.
I dare to dream.
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2019.04.14 20:16 Goldenkingpin My first round of Latin America experiences

Synopsis
https://www.reddit.com/AsianMasculinity/comments/7rac08/asian_soft_power_in_latin_america/
I really liked an older thread on a similar topic. I wanted to share notes but from the perspective of an older Asian bro. Depending on who you ask I’m either a young GenXer or an old millennial (late thirties-early forties bracket. An eccentric trader tantalized me with stories of adventures and exotic women. I’ve dated Latin and Caribbean women from the States and wanted to see how they are different in their native lands.
Stats
During my college years and early career I loved working out and doing martial arts. I’m 5’7” and have a small frame so the most I could get up to was 160 lbs. My weight really bounced around over the years. When I dated a Mexican vegan some of her habits rubbed off on me. I was OK when I was a vegetarian but when I also cut out the eggs and milk to be vegan, I dropped to 110 lbs. Basically a bag of bones.
Since then I rebalanced my diet and doing bodyweight exercises from Athleanx. I really want to lift again but I don’t want to re-aggravate my old lower back and joint problems. I spent way too much time in physical therapy. I’m up to 133 lbs so I still have some work to do.
I’ve also been gradually replacing my wardrobe. I shudder at some of the old clothes I used to have. Now I feel a need to make up for lost time. Just because I’m old enough to be your father doesn’t mean I have to dress like one.
Salvation Army Swag
The aesthetic that aiming for is the Tony Leung character from In the Mood for Love and 2046. To keep things simple I usually ask for some variation on a business cut or combover fade with a side part. Depending on how hot it is I ask the barber for a zero or one guard on the sides.
Needs more work
New threads
Social Life -
My mindest is that there is no affirmative action for getting action. I know it’s not your fault there is a societal cockblock in the West but it is YOUR problem. It’s kind of like when some asshole allows his dog to crap on your doorstep. You shouldn’t have to clean it up but what is the alternative? You need to handle your shit like a man. Cash in that chip on your shoulder. Get mad but channel that anger into something productive. We are men first being Asian is a bonus feature.
Domestic dating -
Back in my day when T-Rex used to roam the earth I had to forage for honeys the old fashioned way. It was mostly social circles and a bit of online dating when it was still developing. My prior dating experience up until a few years ago was limited to being a monogamous serial dater. After a breakup I would get frustrated at having to start the process all over again. I try to maintain a mix of activities through meetup.com to keep my social life active.
I’ve always admired the player community. When you diversify your love life you feel so much more free. It’s weird but nowadays I feel like you have to treat your love life like a trading portfolio; cut the losers out quick and ride the winners as long as you can.
Most of my friends are now married with children. I’m a bit jaded as I’ve seen the drawbacks of being weighed down by a ball and chain. Sometimes the relationships in the States seem so fragile. I still remember when my friends came back from their honeymoon about a decade ago. Then out of nowhere WHAM divorce and alimony bills.
Dating in my 20s and early 30s wasn’t bad but I once I hit a certain age things started to crawl. There are times when I feel like a beggar in the sexual market place in the States. I’m doing my best to return myself to “rightswipeable” condition so I can do a fair comparison of my Stateside SMV vs my Latin America SMV. Basically if I can’t get any action in the States I sure as hell won’t be able to get any overseas. I view this not a replacement but a supplement to my love life.
International dating -
Not sure what exactly prompted the idea of overseas romance. I used to work in a bank where relationship managers would brag about some of the fun returning from business trips. I had kept those conversations as a fun future challenge. In my mind the mark of a high quality man is being able to score with a high quality woman anywhere, any place in as little time as possible.
The trader I mentioned earlier used to say “Young man, if you wake up in the same bed with the same woman in the same country every year you’re doing something wrong.” He himself learned about this idea from another adventurous guy. I think the term was four flags strategy. Basically you want to have your income in one place, your investments in another place, your home in another, and your passport in yet another. It’s sort of like a fancy global version of a digital nomad or expat.
Since I’m not coined up to the point where I can just live anywhere I want I have to implement a poor man’s version. Right now I’m still a cubicle chump with three weeks vacation a year.
Dating a Latina overseas really isn’t that different than dating stateside Latinas aside from the language barrier. My prior girlfriends were 2nd generation or more so their Spanish skills varied. I’m generalizing but sometimes they can be very passionate and feisty. If you’ve ever had a chancla or shoe thrown your way after a spat you’ll know what I mean.
I use the duolingo app as one of my methods to learn Spanish. Every so often I would get an ad for these cupid sites. They’re based in Australia so the target market seems to be geared towards the gringos. I wanted to see how it compared to tinder and real life approaches. If you google them you will see a lot of manosphere blogs shilling these sites.
They have country specific sites the one for Colombia seemed more active but the one for Mexico doesn’t draw much traffic. I would suggest creating a barebones account to flush out the bots, catfishers, hos and other assorted nonsense first. Then you can start fleshing it out but don’t get too excited if you get a bunch of likes and messages at first. In fact getting a number isn’t particularly hard either. However converting that into a bang or even a date can be tricky
I met quite a few flaky and kooky women on the Cupid sites and Tinder. For example there was a Peruvian teacher that seemed to vibe well with me. Lot of nice back and forth on whatsapp. We even video chatted to build comfort ahead of time. What should’ve been a slam dunk turned out to be a last minute cancel after I got to the restaurant. It’s a good thing Peruvian food is awesome. There was also a lady that accused me of having another woman. All I did I was message her “Hi, how are you”.LOL
Dating life is inverted Stateside I can get mostly older and or busted ladies in real life but in Latin America so far I was able to meet with younger professionals online.
Medellin, Colombia – street level punk
The first foray into Latin America made me very excited as Medellin is a very picturesque and warm city. It’s very easy to get around, as they have a very clean train and metrocables public transportation system. Supposedly Uber is illegal here but I didn’t have any issues. Easy Taxi is also popular but I didn’t get a chance to personally use it. If you decide to grab a taxi make sure the meter is turned on.
This city demonstrates the power of negative media representation. A lot of TV shows depict the men as drug dealers and women as sluts willing to fling themselves at any man. There are also a lot of blogs that overhype and sensationalize the city which I think is causing it to be ransacked by hordes of thirsty gringos. In fact I was so scared of getting jacked that I bought a burner phone and clothes of questionable fashion sense. The nicest outfit consisted of a sports jacket and khakis.
My first tour guide of the trip went on a mini rant about Hollywood and Starbucks while showing around different places in the city. He was a bit shady and he took me to a massage parlor and offered to wait outside. I was curious and tempted but declined. The reason being I really wanted to embark on journey of self improvement and not cheat. I got a sense that generally people are quite proud of their city and they like to engage in side hustles. There a quite a bit of Venezuelan refugees so those encounters made me appreciate what I have.
There are all shades of beauty between black and white in Latin America in general.
However I cockblocked myself with bad logistics and bad research. I stayed at a budget hotel with a big honking “No to sex tourists” sign up front. lol
The Laureles area where I stayed has an area called La Setenta. There plenty of bars clubs BUT it was mostly mixed sets and families. I felt like an asshole by myself as some locals gave me weird or dirty looks. There were some friendly dudes that waved me over. It’s hard to explain but I got a sense of foreigner fatigue as I noticed expats and locals were kind of segregated.
I had another tour guide that used to go to university in the area so she gave me a better look at the area including the Unicenro mall. That’s a good spot if you already have a date.
You will get some exotic value if you go outside the El Poblado/ Laureles neighborhoods. There’s not that many Asians aside from a handful of Chinese tech guys and some businessmen. I got a lot of stares and jaw dropping in some of the rougher looking areas including el centro.
The dating was kind of crappy for me. There was a lot of flaking and ghosting from the Cupid site. I did get to eat lunch with a bilingual blonde with a sweet paisa accent but I only walked away with a hug.
My real life approach wasn’t much better. I lone wolfed it to Sante Fe mall. My donde esta el bano level Spanish + google translate didn’t get me very far. All I managed was a pity phone number. I ate at the Asian Wok but it was just Asian inspired fast food.
The next few days were sort of a salvage mission. If I couldn’t get any action I can at least help neutralize some of the negative perceptions for other Asians that might visit.
On my next to last day I had a ratchet tour guide with some interesting tattoos. She offered to teach me to dance at her place which seemed suspicious but did legit taught me some basic salsa, and vallenato. After that she took me random bar hopping in her hood. At one of the dance bars an older gentleman danced with my tour guide but it wasn’t a cockblock, he was trying to show me how to use more hips more. You get to meet some cool people outside of the tourist bubbles.
I found a random Korean place when I was walking around Laureles. The owner of Oppa Asado is a pretty chill dude so I knew I had to help a bruddah out. I introduced my tour guide to soju. Man that girl could drink. She told me it had higher alcohol than the local Aguardiente which itself was basically alcohol and sugar.
She told me some interesting things when she was buzzed. She rambled that she felt bad because she thought people like me ate rats and were very quiet WTF?!? So I just dismissed that as an urban legend. I think the owner and I did a good job to dispel the impression that we’re meek and reserved.
I finished off the trip to a nearby area called Guatape and a big climb-able rock called El Penol. Medellin is great for sightseeing, I took a lot great scenic shots for my dating profiles but unfortunately at the end of the day I didn’t get a bang.
Mexico City, Mexico – mob enforcer
I learned from my prior mistakes in Medellin. I used some of the pics I took in my Medellin trip for Tinder. My Spanish comprehension was a bit better. I was off to a great start as I lined up quite a few dates using Tinder with the passport feature a few weeks prior. I also packed a nice suit and booked less tours.
I was happy to get out of the airport as customs took forever. I explored the La Condesa area for a bit after resting in my room. Tons of Asian restaurants East, Southeast, South there was a Japanese place that had a huge line outside before it even opened.
Prior to my Teotihuacan trip I met a nice older Colombian American couple from North Carolina. They were quite happy to hear about my prior trip to Medellin. I also visited the Guadalupe shrine later that day, some young girls walked right by me and blurted “ooh guapito”. My tour guide just smiled at me.
Next day I practiced doing some day game in the Reforma 222 mall. Didn’t collect as many numbers as I wanted but not bad for a geezer. I felt hungry so I stopped by the Korea town area that was close by. I was quite happy to see a bunch of young Korean dudes with their cute Mexican girlfriends. Chatted with a cutie and her friend but she lost interest when I mentioned I was from the States.
Went home and took a siesta. When I got up I started getting ready to go to a bar to meet a Russian tourist. I felt weird and wound up puking in the shower. Instinctively I pulled down my pants and plopped.down on the toilet. Muthaphukin’ Montezuma AMOGed me.
I was really upset for the rest of the trip. I cancelled the remaining tours and all my dates. I was really pissed at the time but now that I’m typing this up I can laugh about it. Cockblocked by my own poop SMH.
I was really touched by some of the ladies they were really concerned about me. I was pretty much holed up in my hotel only venturing out to get basic food and fluids. One lady actually took the time to stop by to check if I was OK.
Another told me not to worry as sometimes even Mexicans get food poisoning too in their own country. Lol She told me about her own horror story in Los Cabos. She promised she would keep me safe on my next trip back.
Lima, Peru - Kingpin
This trip got off to a bad when the airline lost my luggage and some of my tour guides had to reschedule. Luckily one of the tour guides was a cool dude that also was a bit of a foodie. From gourmet places to hole in the wall joints you’ll find something for your budget and it will be delicious.
I'm going to assume you love Asian fusion so definitely check out any chifa place which is Chinese-Peruvian fusion, and Nikkei which is Japanese-Peruvian. There is a Peruvian dish called Aji de Gallina which tastes like curry chicken so not sure if it was Indian inspired.
I also had chicken fried rice dish that nearly brought a tear to my eye as it tasted very close to the one my grandfather used to make. In fact if you happen to also have Cantonese family you’ll appreciate how well preserved some of the names of the meals are like seeyaukai, chaufa, haa gau etc.
I felt like I entered an alternate dimension where Asians were allowed to flourish, almost like a home away from home. For example you are likely to encounter Wong’s which is kind of like a Peruvian Target and Tai Loy which is like a Peruvian Staples.
One of my tour guides took me to the Barrio Chino and showed me his favorite vegetable stand. When we were snapping pics a young lady snuck up behind us and excitedly spoke fluent Mandarin and decent Cantonese with me. I was going to ask for her contact but then she handed me a Jehovah’s witness pamphlet. Womp womp.
I met a ton of great people including this Taxi beat (Uber alternative) driver. We started the conversation in Spanish but as it turned out he spoke some English and wound up helping each other out with some language exchange. He told me he went to Japan to learn the language (he knew the difference between kanji, katakana and hiragana etc.)
and lived there for awhile.
I also want share some fun experiences. When I was walking to Parque Kennedy a group of university girls went up to me and called me churro and churros. At first I thought it was a slur so I asked one of my tour guides the next day what it meant. He told me not to be offended because “churros” is a slang for handsome. He also taught me another slang word if something unfortunate happens you’re a pina (like the pineapple).
Later that night a spontaneous dance party erupted in the pit area of the park. A lady chatted me up and kept asking if I was Japanese. She then introduced me to her family nearby. The next day a random Peruvian dude complimented me on my suit while I was waiting for my lunch date.
This particular date gave me a glimpse of the internalized racism in Lima. I can’t say how pervasive it is but it was something about the experience that was offputting. She gushed about the German and Italian “boyfriends” that she had before. She had a nice caramel complexion but in her pictures she must have used some light filter.
I also had a great tour guide who was a history buff. I learned about the unfortunate Chinese slavery that existed in Peru, I just assumed the Peruvian Chinese were all descendants from immigrants. Damn conquistadors. I also got a sense that despite the unfortunate legacy of the past any person of color would fit right in and enjoy a true melting pot culture in Lima. He also confided in me he was secretly annoyed by the ugly tourist behavior. He told me about some Instagram "models" that just wanted to take pictures in Barranco and didn’t pay attention to any of the history behind.
Incidentally Barranco is good neighborhood to check out if you are into artsy, hipster or ratchet types.There is a really nice area by the Larcomar mall for a pre-romp or post- romp romantic walk. You get a nice mix of tourists and upscale type ladies. You'll get a nice ocean front view, the Parque de Amor lighthouse and areas for exercise. There were quite a few people doing yoga, tai chi, or chi kung exercises near the parks. Along the bench areas you may also encounter a plaque commemorating a Chinese master Augosto Lee
My favorite experience by far was this sweet lady in her early 20s that worked in real estate. We had a great dinner at Madam Tusan which serves awesome Peruvian inspired Cantonese cuisine. She was savoring every morsel. She told me she dated a Korean boy when she was in high school. One of her good friends is married to a Chinese guy and another friend is dating a Japanese guy. Respect to the Koreans for pushing forward the positive image for Asians. They’re like the gateway drug for other Asians. Lol
We took a nice walk back to my hotel. She was a bit protective she squeezed my hand every time we crossed the streets in the crazy traffic. I had some chocolates on the pillow and I unwrapped one and popped one in her mouth. After that, …well it was a good night. Everything just clicked and went so smoothly. There was mutual adoration and affection. I’m the type of ninja that likes to cuddle, when I wrapped my arms around her I started humming the Chinese national anthem for some reason.
I also have a “the one that got away story”. I met a university student that also gave tours in her spare time. She met up with me after class for a light dinner. She originally wanted to take me the Magic fountains area but it was closed on that day for some reason. She took me on an impromptu tour to some of the neighborhoods. She showed me the Metropolitano system which is kind of like a bus system with it’s own dedicated lane.
She told me I had a cute smile and liked how I looked. I was curious to see how far I could go. She took me back to Miraflores and checked out some clubs on Calle de pizzas. After dancing to Despacito for the 2765th time, I had to call it quits as my age and my 2 moves of doom started catching up to me. I felt worn out at 2:30 in the morning. We went to catch some fresh air and took a nice walk.
She droned on about some psychobabble at this point I started to zone out. I put my hand around her, caressing her shoulder. I kissed her on the side of the head. When I went to hold her hand she gently pulled her herself away from me and told me “It’s ok you don’t need me to be happy”. That was probably the nicest most profound rejection I’ve ever gotten.
On the plane ride back I finally got a chance to check Crazy Rich Asians with Spanish subtitles. My opinion is that it was a mediocre rom-com but at least it pushes the variety of optics for Asian men. I also thought the Spanish translation of the title was interesting “Locamente milionarios”. It shifts the focus off of race ad on to character and class.
Overall impressions
What I appreciate about “travel gaming” (not sure if there is a term for this) is the shift to a more abundant positive mindset. It gave me the freedom to be uninhibited and be the best version of myself. Age also wasn’t a factor, it took away another excuse not to overcome any initial approach anxiety. I felt like I was in my 20s again.
The level of intimacy was really enjoyable. I really appreciated all the tender moments. Instead of the empty feeling from a random hookup, there was something else even though sometimes it was just romance for the day or a mini-girlfriend experience.
It was quite pleasing to not be emotionally attached to any one person. If I got rejected and got flaked on I shrugged it off and just kept looking for the next opportunity. Being able to improvise and thinking on my feet while unfazed was a big confidence boost. For example whenever there was a language barrier I used a lot of facial expressions, body language and pantomiming to achieve faster escalation.
Damn this wound up being a long ass post with warts and all. I can almost hear the snickering at the missteps but I wanted to document my progression and it helps keep me accountable. I’m just a geezer stumbling around, I can’t imagine the kind of bodycounts you animals can or have already racked up.
Future plans
For my second round of trips I want to redeem myself in Mexico City, and Medellin.
I also want to be more time efficient, day game is fun but isn’t a good return on effort and time for me. Maybe limit it to high probability, incidental prospects.
Going forward I will adjust my “Approach macros” to 50% online/ 30% nightgame/ 20% daygame
I also need to improve my language and dance skills sufficiently to start exploring smaller cities that haven’t been overrun by tourists. Looking further out, once my Spanish is decent I want to work on Portuguese since there is some overlap so I can enjoy Brazil.
Maybe in the future I will share some Google maps but there's really no substitute for boots on the ground recon. There are so many things to optimize and refine. Personally I thought I had peaked but globally I haven’t reached my max potential and left so much opportunity on the table.

Resources
Spanish with Paul
https://www.youtube.com/uselearnspanishvideos
Coreano Vlogs
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCsR7mvxkZ2GeENRqR6z7P_g/videos
Alpham
Asian dude makeover 1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haxMPnuFUi4&list=PLyqPLT4V7ooLJ5YeeRcxcA30Mk-_MZAHH&index=5
Asian dude makeover 2
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFte47A6xKk&list=PLyqPLT4V7ooLJ5YeeRcxcA30Mk-_MZAHH&index=14
Asian dude makeover 3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmvS7rxcn9I
Asian (Southasian) dude makeover 4
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvbsEYoQF1A
Hoang fit,
https://www.instagram.com/hoangfit/
gentwithin
https://www.instagram.com/thegentwithin/
Athlean-X bodyweight exercises
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2nerwXm9d4&list=PLRS2DE4P39EdCAYKkWqPfd9b6ZeNodzz2
Flag strategy
https://calebjonesblog.com/overview-of-how-five-flags-works/

TLDR – If you feel boxed in or limited in your current location it may be worth it to just change the scenery. You might discover something wonderful both externally and about yourself. In my case it’s the Latin America region but for you it might Europe, Africa, heck maybe back in our native Asia. Stay strong my hermanos asiaticos and keep enjoying life!!!
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2019.02.22 18:55 dirtysocknugget [Megathread] 2019 Speculation Pt. 2

Now that more festivals and tours are being announced we can start piecing together some things. Post anything that seems noteworthy of new music (singles, eps, albums), new tours, new festival announcements, reunions, etc. I will make continuous edits to this post. Please read the list and recent comments before commenting. It's getting confusing trying to read through everything.
Confirmed Reason
Andrew W.K. It breaks the Riot Fest universe if they don't play
Blink 182 Cancelled last year; moved to this year
GWAR It breaks the Riot Fest universe if they don't play
Taking Back Sunday Play almost every year; open dates around Riot Fest
 
Very Likely Reason
Cloud Nothings Tour has a gap on 9/13 & 9/14 after being in IA
Descendents In MN on 9/12 and in Pittsburgh on 9/16
Get Up Kids Tour has a gap on 9/13 & 9/14 after being in IA
Neck Deep On tour with Blink in fall
Streetlight Manifesto Posted tour dates on Facebook with Chicago listed 9/15 now deleted
The Raconteurs No Chicago date; In Columbus on 9/13
 
Likely Reason
Against Me! New music this year; tour skips Chicago
Claypool Lennon Delirium/Les Claypool Project of some sort Tour ends in July
Flaming Lips Playing other festivals
Frank Iero No Chicago dates
Primus Leaked on Ol' Billy Bitch Tits' podcast they are touring this fall with Slayer
Red City Radio Gap after KC on 9/13; no Chicago dates
Ride Tour starts in Detroit on 9/16; no Chicago date
The Starting Line In Cleveland on 9/13
Stray Cats 40th anniversary tour skips Chicago
The Struts Iowa before RF; no Chicago date
White Reaper Tour skips Chicago
 
Possible Reason
A Day to Remember Playing other festivals
alexisonfire No Chicago date on spring/summer tour; new music
Andrew McMahon and the Wilderness Playing other festivals
Antarctigo Vespucci Chris Farren & Jeff Rosenstock side project
Anthrax Playing with other festivals with Slayer; no Chicago date
Anti-Flag Playing Warped Tour dates; 20th anniversary of A New Kind of Army; 10th anniversary of The People or the Gun
A$AP Rocky Playing other festivals
AVAIL Added east coast dates for early September
AWOLNATION Playing other festivals
B-52s Playing other festivals in the fall
Beach House Playing other festivals
Beach Slang New Music
Bikini Kill Playing reunion shows this year
Black Pistol Fire Playing other festivals
Black Star Playing other festivals
Bloc Party Silent Alarm tour starts right after Riot Fest
Bob Mould New album; nothing after April until November
The Breeders Playing a festival in June
Brockhampton Playing other festivals
Choking Victim Reunited in 2017 for a handful of shows
Cock Sparrer Playing Muddy Roots
Cold War Kids Playing other festivals
The Cure 30th anniversary of Disintegration; in Russia during Lolla
The Damned Playing Muddy Roots
Danny Brown New music
Daughters New music; no announced fall dates yet
Dave Hause or some form of Dave Hause Playing other festivals
Death Grips No Chicago date
The Dirty Nil Released new album in Sept. 2018
The Dwarves Playing Muddy Roots
Everclear Playing one off show(s); no Chicago dates
FIDLAR New album
Foo Fighters No Chicago dates; playing other festivals
Frank Turner Tour skips Chicago; no dates for Sept. or Oct.
From First to Last Rumors of a reunion
Fucked Up New album
Garbage No Chicago date; playing other festivals
Gaslight Anthem Played reunion shows in 2018
Grayscale Tour skips Chicago
Green Day 25th anniversary of Dookie
Guided by Vioces No Chicago dates
Highly Suspect Playing other festivals
Hippo Campus Playing other festivals
Ho99o9 Playing other festivals; no Chicago dates
Hot Snakes Spring tour skips Chicago
The Interrupters New music; playing other festivals
Jeff Rosenstock Released new music in 2018; hasn't played before
The Killers Playing other festivals
L7 Playing other festivals; new music
Leftover Crack Touring; have played in the past
Less Than Jake Play frequently
Los Straitjackets Tour skips Chicago; 9/15 open
Lucero Tour skips Chicago
Masked Intruder New album
MC50 Playing Muddy Roots
MGMT No Chicago date
Municipal Waste Playing with other festivals with Slayer; no Chicago date
Nick Lowe Tour skips Chicago; 9/15 open
NOFX Playing other festivals this summer
Noname No dates after 8/21; opening for Anderson .Paak on 6/4
OFF! Playing Muddy Roots
The Offspring Playing other festivals
Pennywise Playing other festivals this summer
Peter Murphy/Bauhaus Bauhaus was rumored for last year; has visa issues cleared up
Pharcyde Playing other festivals
PiL Playing a festival this spring
Portugal. the Man Playing other festivals
Priests New album; playing other festivals this summer
Public Enemy 25th anniversary of Muse Sick-n-Hour Mess Age
Rancid Haven't played since 2015; playing other festivals
Reel Big Fish Tour skips Chicago
Rise Against Acoustic tour in spring
The Roots Playing other festivals
Royal Blood Playing other festivals
Senses Fail Upcoming tour announcements
Silversun Pickups New music in June; playing Kaaboo, but RF and Kaaboo have shared bands in the past
Sir Sly Playing other festivals
Slayer No Chicago date
Sleater-Kinney New music this year
The Story So Far Skip Chicago
$uicideboy$ Playing other festivals
Tash Sultana Playing other festivals
Teenage Bottlerocket New music
Television Has spring shows
Titus Andronicus New music
Toadies 25th anniversary of Rubberneck
Toy Dolls No tours booked for fall
Transplants If Blink and Rancid are there
Tyler the Creator Playing a couple of other festivals
The Vandals Playing other festivals
Violent Femmes No Chicago date
 
Out Reason
311 Chicago date 7/6
Adam Ant Chicago date 9/7
The Adicts Chicago date 8/24
AFI Chicago date 8/15
The Aggrolites Chicago date 8/3
AJR Piqniq;Lollapalooza
Alice in Chains Ticket to Rock act
Alice Cooper In Europe
Anberlin Chicago date 6/29
Angels and Airwaves Chicago date 9/21
Arkells Lollapalooza
As Cities Burn Chicago date 7/9
Atreyu Chicago date 7/12
August Burns Red Chicago date 7/1
Avengers Chicago date 10/16
Babymetal Chicago date 9/20
Bad Cop/Bad Cop Mexico City 9/14
Baroness Chicago area date 7/23
Beast Coast Chicago date 8/14
Ben Folds California dates all RF weekend
Behemoth Ticket to Rock act
Big D and the Kids Table Chicago date 8/30
Billy Idol Ribfest 7/3
Black Flag Chicago date 8/25; no wants this Black Flag; Fuck Greg Ginn
Black Keys Chicago date 9/27
Bleached Chicago date 9/29
The Bollweevils Playing 350 Fest V
Breaking Benjamin Ticket to Rock act
Bring Me the Horizon Lollapalooza
The Bronx Chicago date 8/17
Built to Spill Dates during Riot Fest
Cage the Elephant Chicago date 7/31
Cake Chicago area date 8/8
Cancer Bats In Canada RF weekend
Car Seat Headrest Chicago date 7/1
Cheap Trick Chicago date 9/7
Chevelle Ticket to Rock act; Lollapalooza
Circa Survive Chicago date 7/12
CHON Chicago date 6/28
Coheed & Cambria Chicago date 6/14
Conor Oberst Chicago date 7/24
Counterparts Chicago date 7/25
Courtney Barnett Taste of Chicago
The Cult Open Air
Deafheaven In Hungary on 9/16
Death Cab for Cutie Lollapalooza
Denzel Curry Lollapalooza
Die Antwoord West Coast dates during RF
The Distillers Chicago date 5/22
Direct Hit! Playing 350 Fest V
Dirty Heads Chicago date 7/6
D.R.I. Playing other shows all Riot Fest weekend
Earl Sweatshirt Pitchfork
Every Time I Die Chicago date 6/14
Ex Hex California date 9/13
Freddie Gibbs Pitchfork
George Clinton & P-Funk Playing Summer Camp
Ghost Playing Open Air
Gogol Bordello Chicago date 6/1
Goldfinger Chicago date 8/30
Great Grandpa Chicago date 7/8
Greta Van Fleet In New Zealand 9/10
The Head and the Heart Chicago date 9/13
Helmet In Europe during Riot Fest
The Hives Chicago date 5/20
The Hold Steady Chicago dates 8/22 - 8/24; in Boston RF weekend
IDLES Lollapalooza
Iron Chic Playing 350 Fest V
James Chicago date 7/23
Japanese Breakfast Lollapalooza
Jason Isbell Chicago date 6/15
Jawbox Chicago dates 7/27 & 7/28
Jenny Lewis Chicago date 6/8; other dates during Riot Fest weekend
Jimmy Eat World Chicago date 6/27
Joan Jett Chicago area date 7/20
Joyce Manor Chicago date 8/3
JPEGMAFIA Pitchfork
King Gizzard & the Lizard Wizard Chicago date 8/24
Korn Ticket to Rock act
Knuckle Puck Chicago date 6/14
Kurt Vile Pitchfork
Lawrence Arms Chicago date 8/9
Le Butcherettes Chicago date 9/7
Lil Wayne Lollapalooza
Lizzo Chicago date 9/28
Living Colour Ribfest 7/3
The Lumineers Piqniq
Mac DeMarco Chicago date 9/28 & 9/29
Machine Gun Kelly Chicago date 6/11
The Maine Chicago date 7/24
Mastadon Chicago date 6/14
Me First & the Gimme Gimmes Playing 350 Fest V
Melvins Chicago date 9/26
Menzingers Playing 350 Fest V
The Mighty Mighty Bosstones Playing 350 Fest V
Millencolin West Coast dates during RF
Mr. T. Experience Punk the Burbs Fest
Mitski Lollapalooza
Modest Mouse Chicago date 9/27
Naked Raygun Playing 350 Fest V
New Found Glory Chicago date 6/23
Nick Cave Chicago date 9/30
OFF! Melvins/Red Kross tour conflicts
Parquet Courts Playing Pitchfork
Pixies In Europe during Riot Fest
Propagandhi Florida dates Riot Fest weekend
Psychedlic Furs Chicago date 7/23
PUP Fall tour has dates most of Riot Fest weekend
Pusha T Pitchfork
The Queers Chicago date 7/27
Ra Ra Riot Chicago date 6/27
Real Friends Chicago date 6/23
Red Kross Chicago date 9/26
Refused Chicago date 5/20
Rival Sons Chicago date 9/25
Sanction Chicago date 7/25
Saves the Day Chicago date 8/3
Screaming Females Chicago date 7/25
Screeching Weasel Chicago date 7/27
Sharptooth In Canada RF weekend
Shinedown Ticket to Rock act
Silent Planet Chicago date 7/1
Silverstein Chicago date 7/1
Single Mothers In Canada RF weekend
Slash Lollapalooza
Sleeping with Sirens Chicago date 7/12
Slightly Stoopid Chicago date 7/21
Slipknot Ticket to Rock act
Smashing Pumpkins In Europe; Chicago date 8/15
Snail Mail Pitchfork
Social Distortion Chicago date 9/7?
Spoon Chicago date 7/31
Squeeze Chicago date 8/31
StereoLab Pitchfork
Stephen Malkmus In Europe during Riot Fest
Stick to Your Guns Chicago date 7/25
Stiff Little Fingers Chicago date 10/16
Stone Temple Pilots Chicago date 9/25
Strike Anywhere Mexico City 9/14
Sublime with Rome Chicago date 7/5
$uicideboy$ Chicago date 8/16
The Strokes Lollapalooza
Suicide Machines Playing 350 Fest V
System of a Down Playing Open Air
Tame Impala Lollapalooza
Tenacious D Lollapalooza
Terror Chicago date 7/25
Thee Oh Sees/Oh Sees Chicago dates 10/11 & 10/12
Third Eye Blind Chicago date 6/27
Thrice Chicago date 7/12
Tool Playing Open Air
Touche Amore Chicago date 6/20
Tsunami Bomb Punk the Burbs Fest
Turbonegro Latin America dates all of RF weekend
Turnstile Chicago date 8/16
Two Door Cinema Club Chicago date 9/21
The Used Chicago date 7/12
Vampire Weekend Chicago date 6/16
The Vibrators Chicago date 8/30
Weird Al Yankovic Chicago date 7/28
Wu Tang Clan Chicago date 6/1
Year of the Knife Chicago date 7/25
Zebrahead Playing 350 Fest V
ZZ Top Chicago date 9/7
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2019.01.31 13:24 AhuwahZeus Osorio Crime Syndicate

The House of Osorio are a very powerful criminal nobility in Spain that have major influences in Mexico and all over South America and have established family branches there. They are part owners of the Sinaloa Cartel, Beltran-Leyva Cartel, and MS13. They have a close alliance with the Suelves family of Spain through two recent marriages and they are the Marquises of Tamarit. The Osorio family have princely ancestry that goes back to the 12th century. They are intermarried with the Spanish royal family as well as Italian, Papal, and Spanish nobility. Marquis Manuel Luis Osorio gave the name to the city of Osorio in Brazil which has the largest wind farm in Latin America. Don Joaquin Osorio gave the name to the city of Acatlan de Osorio in Puebla Mexico. Miguel Angel Osorio Chong is a Mexican politician that was Secretary of the Interior until 2018 and he is a relative and agent of the House of Osorio. Mariano Osorio was a former Governor of Chile and Spanish general. Carlos Manuel Arana Osorio was a President of Guatemala and under his regime was involved in murder and torture. Oscar Osorio Hernandez was a former fascist President of El Salvador and was educated in Italy and was a Grand Cross Knight of the Italian Order of Merit. Miguel Angel Osorio Chong is Mexico's Secretary of Interior today. The Spanish and Italian nobility still have a great deal of control over Latin America and they are the ones covertly running and enabling the organized crime and drug cartels which they are profiting from. They are the ones directing the Mexican billionaires to finance Antifa and direct MS13 and the Latin Kings. The Osorio family control MS13 which were founded by El Salvadorian immigrants and they also have part ownership of the Mexican Mafia and drug cartels. They use MS13 as the Mexican Mafia's street soldiers inside the United States. A ruthless and arrogant gang stalker in my region named Carlo Ruiz works for the Osorios. Carlos Ruiz is a little insecure lying zealot. The Jesuits were founded in Spain by former the former Spanish soldier Ignatius of Loyola. The Jesuits were financed by the monarchs of Spain and Portugal to Romanize and Christianize South America known as the Jesuit Reductions. These Jesuit settlements were communistic and the Jesuits and Black Nobility profited off of the natives who were put to work on plantations.
The House of Osorio have a non princely branch in Portugal and today the very wealthy Antonio Horta Osorio is a Portuguese banker and the Group Chief Executive of the Scottish based Lloyds Banking Group which has assets estimated at 817 billion. Prince Carlo Massimo of the Black Nobility is married to Princess Elisa Osorio de Moscoso Estagna from the Osorio de Moscoso grandee line that hold Galician titles as the Marquis of Astorga. Amancio Ortega is from Galicia Spain and is worth over 60 billion and owns Inditex with a store chain called Massimo Dutti. Amancio Ortega serves various Spanish nobles including the House of Osorio as their Court Factor and the Osorios are working closely with the Italian House of Massimo. Amancio Ortega has made large donations to the Caritas Internationalis located at Vatican City. Ortega launders criminal profits from drug cartels through his business Inditex. Tatiana Osorio de Moscoso and Sanchiz is the current Duchess of Montemar and her sisters are Maria Beatriz Osorio de Moscoso and Sanchiz and Lejandra Osorio de Moscoso and Sanchiz. Don Juan Miguel Osorio is the head of the House of Osorio today and a businessman involved in horse racing. Juan Miguel's children are Beatriz Osorio and Letelier and Nicolas Beltran Osorio and Letelier and from another marriage are Blanca Osorio and Suelves and Luis Osorio and Suelves. Juan Miguel's sister is Maria Osorio and Bertran de Lis the XV Condesa de Villaumbrosa and her husband is Juan Jose de Suelves and Figueroa the XII Marquis de Tamarit. Juan Miguel and his sister both married with the Suelves-Figueroa family. Diego Osorio is another member of this evil family and he is friends with Prince Harry. Diego Osorio resides in New York and dates The British knight and singer Bono's daughter Jordan. Bono is Roman Catholic and has done performances at Jesuit Fordham. Diego Osorio covertly manages MS13 in the United States and they are involved in kidnapping children. There are various members of the House of Osorio today and their bloodline is mixed in with many Spanish lines. Don Juan Miguel Osorio and Bertran is the Duke of Alburquerque which uses a dragon on its coat of arms. Albuquerque, New Mexico is named after the Spanish town and Sinaloan drug cartels members operate there. Don Juan Osorio's mother was from Bertran family. Bertran is a variant of Beltran. The Osorio family have ownership of the Beltran-Leyva Cartel which operate in the Sinaloa region settled by Jesuits. O-Sorio may refer to the Latin word Sauri for lizard. The dragon symbolizes imperial authority and that is why their family members have governed all over Latin America. The dragon symbolizes imperial authority.
https://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=es&u=https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juan_Miguel_Osorio_y_Bertr%25C3%25A1n_de_Lis&prev=search
Juan Miguel Osorio and Bertrán de Lis (born in Madrid on November 7, 1958) is an aristocrat, businessman, rider and trainer of Spanish racehorses, who has among other noble titles the one of xix Duke of Alburquerque and is three times Big of Spain.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beltrán
Beltrán is a Spanish male given name and surname. In non-Spanish speaking countries, the accent is usually omitted as Beltran. It derives from the Germanic words berht ("bright") and hramn ("raven").[1] It shares this same Germanic origin with Bertrand (French) and Bertram (German).
https://www.trackingterrorism.org/group/beltran-leyva-cartel
The Beltrán-Leyva Cartel is a Mexican drug cartel and crime syndicate founded by four Beltrán Leyva brothers. The cartel was responsible for cocaine transportation and wholesaling, marijuana production and wholesaling, and heroin production and wholesaling. It controlled numerous drug trafficking corridors, and engaged in human smuggling, money laundering, extortion kidnapping, murder and gun-running.
https://www.abqjournal.com/983424/3-albuquerque-murder-suspects-tied-to-sinaloa-cartel.html
The three men who are charged in an Albuquerque shooting that left two men dead and two others injured last August are known to the FBI as suspected members of Mexico’s Sinaloa Cartel, according to recently unsealed court documents.
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He has an aristocratic air that comes from family. His father, Miguel Osorio and Díez de Rivera , was Marquis of the Balbases and Count of Corzana and died when his son was 14 years old. Diego Osorio (33 years old) is the youngest of five brothers (Marina, Miguel, Carlota and Ana)
HARRY'S COMPANION
Diego Osorio has studied in the best centers. He spent several years for an English boarding school. Some say it was in Eton where he agreed with princes Guillermo and Harry
But since January 2017, he has fallen in love with Jordan Joy Hewson, 28, the daughter of Bono
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Ynés Suelves and her mother María Osorio.
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Guatemala, 1970. General Carlos Manuel Arana Osorio became the face of the Institutional Democratic Party, essentially a club of military dictators whose brutal rule, between 1970 and 1986, changed the country forever.
“If it is necessary to turn the country into a cemetery in order to pacify it,” Arana said, “I will not hesitate to do so.” Mayan villages in the western highlands were burned, and across the country people were kidnapped, tortured and murdered in the name of development.
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Óscar Osorio
(Sonsonate, 1910 - Houston, Texas, 1969) Salvadoran military man and politician, president of the Republic between 1950 and 1956. He studied his military career in the Captain General School Gerardo Barrios and in the Superior School of War (Turin, Italy).
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António Mota de Sousa Horta-Osório (born 28 January 1964) is a Portuguese banker, who is the group chief executive (CEO) of Lloyds Banking Group.
In June 2009, he was awarded the Spanish title of Encomienda de Numero of Orden de Isabel la Catolica (Commander by Number of Order of Isabella the Catholic).[20]
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Prince Carlo Massimo with his wife Princess Elisa Massimo born Osorio of Moscoso and Estranga.
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Amancio Ortega
REAL TIME NET WORTH $63.2B
Amancio Ortega is one of the richest men in Europe and the wealthiest retailer in the world.
He owns about 60% of Madrid-listed Inditex, which has 8 brands, including Massimo Dutti and Pull & Bear, and 7,500 stores around the world.
Residence La Coruna, Spain
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A Coruña (Galician: [a koˈɾuɲa]; English: Corunna) is a city and municipality of Galicia, Spain.
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Conde de Lemos is a title of Spanish nobility, linked to the Galician city ​​of Monforte de Lemos. At first, the county of Lemos was linked to that of Trastamara and Sarria, and had a non-hereditary character. The County of Lemos as an autonomous, hereditary and perpetual title began in 1456 with Pedro Álvarez Osorio.
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2018.11.29 07:31 MilkbottleF Gesualdo Bufalino - The Invaded Man [two translations]

Kathrine Jason

Collected in Name and Tears & Other Stories: Forty Years of Italian Fiction, edited by Jason (Graywolf Press, 1990):
Although I suspected it for some time, I was never brave enough to talk about it. But now the evidence is undeniable: I, Vincenzino La Grua, am no longer a man, but an angel, probably a seraphim.
I haven't the vaguest idea how it happened. But the fact is that the proof of my metamorphosis would convince a blind man. Still, God knows how fond I've become of the mediocre flesh (sweaty hands, strong breath) that has protected my days until now. The human condition--with all its thorns, its steppes of yellow ennui --has this much good: it guarantees each man, with the mayor's signature to boot, a self-evident identity; and while we call ourselves lifelong masters of the square meter or so that we occupy on this earth, that doesn't take away the comfort that we get from feeling equal to millions upon millions of distant creatures. . . .
I wake in the morning, and as I wake, I become one with everyone else in the world opening his eyes, each an owner, like me, of an odor, a face, a memory. And yet, at the same time, if I lean out the window and shout, "Vincenzo, Vincenzo, La Grua!" there's nobody out there who will lift his head and recognize himself in my voice; the syllables of the name I shout belong only to me, to this humble, solitary, exclusive, unique god.
And yet, now that a stranger has invaded me, I'll have to do without that terribly flawed certainty; from now on, who knows exactly who "I" am?
Let's start at the beginning. The first sign came in the bathroom, six months ago. I was standing in the shower, all white skin, teeth chattering. Then the hot water ran out, for no apparent reason, and a thousand cold spurts assailed me treacherously, all at once. So I maneuvered the faucet with inept fingers, all the while perilously poised on the edge of the rubber mat. And then suddenly I could no longer feel the mat beneath the soles of my feet, a lightness took over my bones, and I rose gracefully towards the ceiling. The first movement was timid, fearful: I was drawn up, naked and white, to the small opening that lets light into the room, flashing the sparse black bush of my pubis as I rose --the danger being that the lawyer's wife on the facing balcony might glimpse me and tremble indignantly for her little daughters.
It was fortunate that the episode only lasted a moment or so. I found myself sitting, somewhat unconsciously, on the floor, unable to figure out at first whether I'd been hovering in blessed flight or had only sustained one of those bourgeois household accidents that every slippery Sunday ablution threatens. . . .
Several weeks later the first bleeding began. Slyly at first, in the form of little pink drops, which I noticed along the seam of my sleeves whenever I changed my shirt. But one late night, returning in the tram from an opening at the opera, (in my free time I'm a claqueur; everyone in my family has always been either a musician or singer or a buff) I felt an odd warmth, a dampness all up and down both backbones, as if two veins of tepid mineral water had been opened up in my back. I got off at the next stop, unbuttoned my shirt under the street light, trying to reach around to the double spring, and saw my hands were red like the hands of an apprentice butcher. At home, craning my neck in the mirror, I could see two fresh wounds where it hurt, the blood hardened into a burning, livid crust, like the embers of an amputation. I was struck by the hilarious thought that my wings had been clipped at some point during my infancy and now the stumps were shooting up again, like the teeth that replace baby teeth. Perhaps these fresh wounds heralded a birth of sorts; perhaps a thick birdlike plumage would soon sprout from the top layer of skin. . . .
More reasonably, while I undressed for bed, I raged at Amalia as I had the night before, pointing to the evidence under my armpits. She protested and shouted, and I had to admit that these were not stigmatas or injuries of love, but something else. Since then the allusions are multiplying all around me; somebody seems to be trying to tell me something. For example, the hilt that I found in the attic inside my Uncle Ettore's theatrical trunk where he abandoned it after his unfortunate rendition of Manrico in Parma, in '49; sure, it could have well been the separated appendix of a prop man's sword. But, really, it was so powerful and strange; such a phosphorescent darkness emanated from the rags wrapped around it that it seemed a barber trophy or diadem, strewn with rubies. And finally, one day, I happened upon my copy of the Doré Bible that I haven't looked at for years, opened, on the top of my dresser, to the very page that tells the story of Tobias and one of his mysterious travelling companions.
I began to worry. I couldn't hold back the waves of disequilibrium I felt throughout my body. One morning my hair fell out in handfuls as if it had been mown by the unerring blade of a scythe; another day, it grew back in, but blond and soft, fine and supple to the touch, unlike my own. "Angel hair," Amalia called it, the name of a certain Sicilian spaghetti, as she caressed it. A useless seduction at that point --because the most incredible indifference towards women has come over me. On the other hand, I am becoming ever more aware of the attentions others pay me: women and young girls wink at me, they graze by me, whispering "Oh, blondie!" But so do hairy men who accost me in elevators or in the men's rooms of railway stations. One even insisted; he fell to his knees, kissing my hands, begging me. I had to force him to stand up and console him by pinching his cheek.
There is an amusing benefit to all these strange signs --a sense of fun. But it's not without its horrors, like the time I found a pile of white feathers on the floor at the foot of the sink, and leaning against the wall right beside it, a hatchet.
Now I can't stop thinking about it; but neither have I let myself lose sight of my first impression. As you can surely see, I'm a homebody, a calm fellow with little propensity for the metaphysics of the sublime. But if for a week I dream of dawn as an immense, frozen black space from which a bolt of incandescent lightning suddenly issues; if the sound of magisterial rowing on either side of my bed reaches me in my sleep, like the sound of wind in a great forest; if I feel as if I'm being lifted in this wind, higher and higher, until I cross a dizzying threshold, to be set down in God's eye like a drop in the thick of a perpetual flood; if, in more prosaic terms, I go up on the terrace to get a tan, now that June has arrived, and notice that my bare feet are leaving footprints in the floor that smoke and fume, as if they were oozing spoonfuls of melted iron. . . tell me, what am I to make of all that, what should I say?
Cautiously I went around asking questions. I went to the library to do research. The Pseudo Diogenes writes (according to the photocopy I'm looking at): "The scriptures not only speak of flaming wheels, but also of animals of fire and of so-called radiant men, and posit celestial clouds of flaming carbons and rivers which throw off fires with incredible force around these same substances, and shows that the sublime seraphim themselves, as their name indicates, are also fiery. ..."
So, what should we make of it? If I rest my finger on Amalia's arm I burn her; if I put a thermometer in my mouth, I melt it. . . .
Amalia is incredulous, she reduces everything to her own terms. She says; "You're exaggerating, you see miracles everywhere you look. . . you're also slightly obsessed, to tell the truth. You're creating an incredible uproar, and all over a fall in the bathroom, two skin irritations, a little goose feather you happened to step on in the kitchen. Why don't you go to the doctor, really, go. . . you'll see, the fire you feel boiling in your body is only a flush from hypertension. . . ."
Then I get angry and I hit her with a newspaper and accuse her of not listening. She isn't moved. "If you're really an angel," she challenges, "then give me the winning numbers for Lotto." So I give up, laughing. But I get my revenge now and then with a good joke, sometimes I scrawl some salacious curse on the mirror with her lipstick, sometimes I appear at the bedside at night in a white nightshirt and a tuba and blast a terrifying "Dies irae" in her ears.
Sophomoric pranks. They help me to put off the thoughts and doubts that still nag at me. So be it, I'm an angel, there's not a shadow of a doubt. But am I an angel who's being born or reborn? Am I undergoing a metamorphosis or being invaded? Is the being who is dwelling in my body a foreign guest or is my body host to an ancient, forgotten baptism?
When I brood over these questions as I lay awake with insomnia beside my snoring wife, or I ruminate aloud, filling both of us with shame, between courses at lunch, a feeling of anxiety grips my chest and I have to smoke a cigarette or take a drink to distract myself. The situation is so far gone by now that the woman is beginning to see the light, though in an oblique and spiteful way; she can't bear the idea that I could be possessed, if anything, it infuriates her. Although since she saw The Exorcist again on TV, she tends to believe mine is a possession of a different order --a more serious one. Indeed, on two or three occasions, I've caught her scrutinizing me from close up with the excuse of wanting to cut my toe nails, for instance: I suppose she suspects a cloven hoof. And when she sniffs the air and asks me if I've just lit a safety match, she must smell an odor of sulfur in the room, or pretend to. Nor do I believe that she's happened to invite the priest to dinner two days in a row.
On the other hand, I do believe that the thing that entered my body is good in nature. Even if I wonder, why me? I'm a simple man who doesn't deserve these visitations; my body is a poor house, my senses and intellect can't offer much illumination. ... I don't understand. Unless the invader is simply a spirit who, being curious about the ways of the world, came to any old workshop to get experience, like the heirs to the throne who are sent out on hard duty or to join garrisons. Or else it is a displaced angel, who escaped from the sacred college as some kids here on earth do, catching the first passing train and returning a month later gripping a sullen policeman by the hand.
Sure, I feel violated, inhabited, forced to pit some feeble remainder of myself against an aggressive power. . . . And what if Amalia was right all along, damn her! What if the being inside me is a filthy little Satan in transit, fatuous and cruel enough to pass the time mistreating a poor fellow like me. . . .
In any case, one thing is undeniable: I'm suffering.
The final incident, which happened the day before yesterday, is definitive.
I was expecting it, but not so soon. The fact is the latest threat is affecting my speech. I normally use respectable, educated words, accompanied by mild gestures, but now, at first between long, then more frequent intervals, and finally every hour or half-hour, I am gripped by a sort of coprolingual fit: a vulgarity, or even worse an indecency, slips out as if it were nothing. If it happens when I'm in mixed company, I excuse myself like someone who feels the urgency to pass wind, and run to the bathroom, press my colored handkerchief to my lips and spit out the indecent word. This has made my dealings with the world difficult and infrequent and has led to a life of solitude. Still, if there was anywhere I felt more sure of myself, it was in the theatre where I had free admittance and could choose to stand behind a curtain far from all danger. Regardless of what happened, I always assumed I would be able to contain myself or to hide it if a fit came over me.
That time it didn't happen that way. I had come in on the sly, they were rehearsing one of those silly, obscure things that appeal to me, the oratory that the carissimi dedicate to the passion of Job. I went, inspired on two counts: to see the Ticinese contralto Gertrude, the passionate love of my youth, for her tenderness and melancholy (you must have heard of this contralto and her hoarse, dark, unforgettable Messalinas?); and since it's an angel who sings in the piece, to watch and see whether he was carrying a message from the superiors for me, from one colleague to another. I not only know Latin rather well, but also quavers and demisemiquavers. Therefore, I was taking in the words and music with a sense of warm pleasure, indeed, I confess, with tears in my eyes. But after the "Audi, Job," when I heard the melody repeat its sweet, resigned, impassive, "Sit nomen Domini benedictum" three or four times, I don't know why, but, overwhelmed by a fit of laughter and fury, I exploded into an incredible curse that drowned out voices and instruments alike and abruptly silenced them.
I was kicked, thrown out, it was the least they could have done. Then they had to call the madhouse.
Now I'm here and fine. Amalia brings me the newspaper, fresh linens, special food. Not that the meals are bad, but I have particular tastes, and I don't intend to change. As for the rest, there's fresh air, middle-aged but attractive nurses, a calming sweetness that dissolves in water, flowers in a vase on the window-sill.
I am coming to life again. I don't say ugly words anymore, I only think them. I address the spirit within me regularly, but in civil terms. An idea about this came to me: it must be an aborted creature who is doing everything it can to save itself from dying, and is sucking my human juices, usurping my memories to that end, to save itself from dying. I'll have to get used to us living together. As foe and friend. Reining him in and goading him on, as the case may be. Domesticating him. I will grow with him, he will become me, and I him, we'll exchange vices and virtues. I can already see myself driving with his hand, both of us paralytic and blind amidst the dizzying traffic; going from door to door announcing blessed motherhood, a lily in hand; standing vigil, a finger on my lip, before the rooms of the dying; and finally one dawn, vanquishing the dragon with a flaming sword.

Patrick Creagh

Collected under the title "Being an Angel", in The Keeper of Ruins and Other Inventions (Harville, 1986):
For some time now I've suspected as much, though I just couldn't bring myself to mention it to anyone. But now the evidence stares me in the face: I, Vincenzino La Grua, am no longer a man but an angel, probably a seraph.
How this happened I have not the foggiest, but the proofs of my metamorphosis stand out a mile: they would convince a blind man. Although God knows how fond I'd grown of the mediocre flesh (sweaty palms, bad breath etc.) that has so far sheltered my existence. The human condition, with all its prickles, its tundras of yellow boredom, at least has this to be said for it: that it gives each of us a guarantee, signed by the mayor in person, of an indisputable identity; and while appointing us life-tenants of the cubic metre or so we occupy on earth, it does not thereby deprive us of the comfort of feeling at one with millions and millions of other far-flung human beings.
I wake in the morning and, so doing, am a brother to everyone else then opening his eyes in the world, owner like me of an odour, a face, a memory... Yet at the same time, if I go to the window and shriek "Vincenzo, Vincenzo La Grua!", not a soul down there looks up and thinks he is being called to. The syllables of the name I call belong to me and me only, to this humble, solitary, exclusive, inimitable I.
Well, henceforth I shall have to get on without even such an indifferent certitude. A stranger has taken me over, and from now on it's a toss-up who I may be.
But let's begin at the beginning. I had the first symptoms six months ago in the bathroom. I was in the shower, chalk-white, teeth chattering. The hot water, for reasons unknown, having done a bolt, hundreds of icy jets were perfidiously assaulting me. I was therefore fumbling ineptly with the taps, precariously balanced on the edge of the bathmat, and suddenly lo! I no longer felt it under my feet, weightlessness emptied the marrow from my bones, and I levitated gracefully towards the ceiling. My first fear was of offending chastity, for this ascent would raise me, all white and naked as I was, to the level of the peephole that admitted light into the place, there to display my sparse black pubic hairs, with the risk that on the balcony opposite the lawyer's wife would quake with indignation for the innocence of her little girls.
Luckily it lasted only a moment or two. I found myself sitting on the floor, rather the worse for wear, unable to make out there and then whether I had risen saint-like in flight, or merely met with a petit-bourgeois accident such as can happen during any slippery Sunday morning ablution...
A few weeks later began the bleeding. Sneakily at first with small pinkish droplets, the stains of which I found on changing my vest, along the seams of the sleeves. But one midnight, returning by tram from a first night at the Opera (I'm a claqueur in my spare time -- in my family we've always been musicians or singers or just plain opera-buffs) I felt a strange damp warmth on my shoulder blades, right and left, as if two springs of lukewarm lemonade had spurted from my back.
I alighted at the next stop, unbuttoned my shirt under a streetlamp, and tried to reach the double leakage with my fingertips: they came away red - the hands of a butcher's apprentice. Back home, twisting my neck before the mirror, at the painful spots I descried two fresh ulcerations where the blood had clotted into scabs part glowing, part ashen, like the embers of an amputation. It crossed my mind, just to make a joke of it, that at one time, when I was in my cradle, they'd cut off my wings, and that now the stumps had decided to sprout again, as when children replace their milk teeth. Maybe those working sores heralded some sort of birth, and soon the down that covered them would burgeon into dense, birdworthy plumage...
With rather more reason, while getting undressed before slipping between the sheets, I reproached my wife Amalia for her caustic outpourings of the previous evening, and showed her the evidence behind my armpits. She protested, she scolded, I had to insist that these were not the brands and tokens of amorous sportings but something else again... Thereafter hints began to proliferate all round me: someone, it appeared, wanted to get over a message. The sword-hilt I discovered in the attic, for example, hidden in the thespian travelling-trunk my Uncle Hector had abandoned in 1949, after flopping as Manrico in Parma, could, admittedly, be simply the severed appendix of a stage sword; but all the same how rich and strange it was, with what phosphorescence did it flood the darkness! It seemed, even in the rags that swathed it, a barbaric trophy or ruby-studded diadem! And finally, one day, the Gustave Doré Bible, which I knew I had not leafed through for years, suddenly thrust itself upon me, open on the chest-of-drawers, and at the very page which speaks of Tobias and his mysterious travelling companion.
I began to get worried. An aberration had penetrated my body and I was unable to quell its fluctuations. One morning my hair fell out in sheaves, as if reaped by a scythe that brooked no denial; another morning it sprouted again, but soft, fine, wavy, of a blondness foreign to me. 'Angel's hair', Amalia called it, after an ultra-fine Sicilian spaghetti; and as she spoke she stroked it. Blandishments by this time unproductive. For towards women I had been waylaid by the most unbelievable impotence, while conversely I felt myself more and more the target of the lusts of others, both of dames and of damsels, who winked and brushed against me murmuring "Hullo, handsome!". But also of hirsute gentlemen, who pestered me in lifts and the bogs at railway stations. One of these persisted, fell on his knees, kissed my hand, implored me... I had to force him to his feet and solace him with a slap on the cheek.
I got a certain amount of fun out of this and other unusual portents. Not without a few blood-curdlers though. Like the time I discovered a heap of white feathers on the floor beneath the kitchen sink, and next to them, propped against the wall, a hatchet.
Now, I never weary of trying to reason things out -- I don't allow myself to be rattled by first impressions. I am, as you will have realized, of temperate and domesticated habits, with virtually no leanings towards metaphysical sublimities. But if at daybreak for a week on end I chance to dream of a vast black icy space that suddenly disgorges an incandescent thunderbolt; if in my sleep I hear the beating of majestical wings on either side of the mattress, much like the rustle of leaves in a mighty forest; if I seem to rise with it higher and higher until I am leaning out over a dizzying sill, gem-set in the eye of God like a water-drop in the heart of an immortal flood; and if, more prosaically, now that June is upon us, I go up on to the terrace to acquire a tan, and realize that my bare feet are leaving prints that sizzle and steam on the tiles as if oozing spoonfuls of molten lead... Well I ask you, what am I supposed to think? What do you expect me to say?
I have made discreet enquiries around the place, and been to the library to do some research. The so-called Pseudo-Dionysius (I have the photocopy before my eyes) writes as follows: "Holy Writ speaks not only of fiery wheels, but also animals of fire and men, so to speak, shooting forth rays, and surrounds even celestial substances with heaps of burning coals and streams which with irresistible impetus send forth fire, and shows that the sublime Seraphim, in accordance with their name, are by nature scorching..."
So how do we stand? If I touch Amalia's arm with a fingertip it burns her; if I put a thermometer into my mouth it melts.
Amalia is sceptical, she brings everything down to her own level. "You always will go exaggerating," she tells me. "Everywhere you look you see miracles. You're even a bit fixated, if you ask me. Give you one slip in the bathroom, a couple of skin eruptions and a few goose-feathers you trod on in the kitchen, and you raise merry hell about it. For goodness' sake go and see the doctor. You just see if these so-called flames inside you aren't just flushes of hypertension..."
I lose my temper, wallop her one with a rolled-up newspaper and accuse her of being a deaf adder. She doesn't turn a hair, but flings in my teeth, "If you're really an angel, give me the numbers for a double in the Lottery!" So I laugh and give up. Though I do get my own back with the odd prank, such as scribbling a salacious imperative on the mirror with her lipstick, or appearing by night at her bedside dressed up in a dazzling white nightshirt and top-hat, to trumpet in her ear a hair-raising Dies irae.
Boyish tomfoolery, with which I seek to stave off graver thoughts and fears. Very well, I'm an angel, you can bet your buttons on that. But an angel being born, or born again? Am I undergoing a metamorphosis, or suffering an intrusion? Whoever is taking lodgings in my limbs, is he an unknown guest? Or is this some former and forgotten self reawakening in them?
When I chew these matters over as I lie sleepless beside a snoring Amalia, or, to our mutual embarrassment, I think them out loud between courses at lunch, I feel a lump in my throat and have to take my mind off it at once with a cigarette or a quick nip. The trouble I am in is now so patently obvious that my wife, however indirectly and maliciously, is beginning to see the light. The idea that I have been taken over no longer turns her stomach. In fact it quite perks her up, even if since she saw The Exorcist on the telly she favours a more exacting form of takeover. So much so that more than once I have caught her, on the pretext of wanting to clip my toenails, making a very close scrutiny of my feet, expecting (I imagine) to find a goatlike bifurcation. Likewise, whenever she sniffs the air and asks me if I've just struck a match, it is clear that in the room she detects, or pretends to detect, a whiff of sulphur. Nor do I care for the way that two evenings running she asked the local priest to dinner...
I, on the contrary, persist in the belief that whatever has infiltrated me is of wholesome quality. Even if I ask myself, why me? I'm just an ordinary bloke, I don't deserve visits from the nobs. My body is a modest dwelling, my sensibilities and intellect are of fairly low wattage. So I don't understand it. Unless perhaps the intruder is a spirit curious about the ways of the world, come to gain experience in any old workshop, as Heirs Apparent are packed off to be weaned on cruddy old corvettes or in border garrisons. Or else it might be a young scamp of an angel who's run away from school, like boys here on earth, jumping on the first train without a ticket and returning a month later hand in hand with a stony-faced constable.
I don't deny that I feel mistreated, violated, compelled to wrangle with some aggressive force to retain a scant remnant of myself. And then, what if Amalia were right, curse her! If I were indeed harbouring some petty Satan in transit, so cruel and silly as to make a pastime out of bedevilling the lot of a poor beggar like me...
Anyway, one thing is beyond dispute: I am suffering.
The last incident dates from the day before yesterday, and it clinches the matter.
I was prepared for it, but not so soon. The fact is that in recent times an ominous novelty has wormed its way into my language. I, who normally employ only decent, mannerly vocabulary, accompanied by temperate gestures, have -- first at long intervals, then more often, finally every hour or half-hour - been seized by a kind of pornographic tic, and out pops some vulgar epithet, if not a downright obscenity. Therefore, when in company, like one who feels some unseemly eructation coming on, I have withdrawn with an excuse and rushed to the bathroom to spit the indecency into a coloured handkerchief pressed firmly to my lips. This has made my contact with the outside world both rare and arduous; it has counselled me to practise solitude. However, if there was one place where I felt safe from myself, that was the opera house. There (since we have the run of the place), to forestall danger I chose to take my stand behind a curtain, thinking that at the worst I would be able to restrain myself or, should the fit come on, disguise the fact.
Not this time. I had sneaked in while they were rehearsing one of those little-known titbits that appeal to me, the oratorio which Giacomo Carissimi devoted to the adversities of Job. I had two reasons for going: the first, one of tenderness and nostalgia, was to set eyes once again on Gertrude the Ticinese contralto, in my youth a passionate heart-throb of mine (have you ever paid due heed to these contraltos, such throaty, moody, unforgettable Messalinas!). And secondly, since there's an angel singing in this piece, to hearken to whether, as colleague to colleague, he didn't bring me some message from our Superiors... I can get on pretty well with Latin, and the same goes for quavers and demisemiquavers. So there I was, lapping up words and music with the greatest of pleasure and indeed, I confess, with a tear or two poised on the eyelid. But when, following the "Audi, Job", I heard the melody for the third or fourth time repeat, with infinite sweetness, its resigned, unruffled "Sit nomen Domini benediction", I know not what convulsion of rage or of ridicule seized me, but I burst forth with an unthinkable blasphemy that drowned out singers and instruments alike, and hushed them on the instant.
I was manhandled and kicked out: the least I deserved. Then they had to call the loony-squad.
Here and now I'm well and happy. Amalia brings me in the newspapers, clean underwear, extra provisions. Not that the food here is bad, but I have set tastes and don't intend to change them. As for the rest of it, wholesome air, nurses middle-aged but attractive enough, gentle sedatives to be dissolved in water, a vase of flowers on the windowsill...
I bloom again. No dirty words ever pass my lips. I only think them. I constantly address the presence within me, but in the politest of terms. Speaking of which, I have had an idea. He must be an aborted creature doing all he can not to die, and sucking my human juices, usurping my memories, for this sole purpose: not to die. I shall have to get used to our living together. As friend and as foe. Reining him in or goading him on, as occasion demands. Domesticating him. I shall grow along with him, I shall be him, he will be me, we'll swap our vices and virtues back and forth. I already see myself, with his hand, guiding cripples and blind men through the whirl of the traffic, annunciating hallowed births from door to door with a lily in my fist; keeping vigil, a finger to my lips, before the bedchambers of the dying; and at dawn one day, with flaming brand, slaying the dragon.
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2018.10.03 14:26 eventbot What's happening around town (Wed, Oct 3rd - Tue, Oct 9th)

Oklahoma City's event list.

Ongoing

  • BEYOND (Factory Obscura - Oklahoma City) Thru Fri, Dec 21st Join the creatives behind the Oklahoma City art collective Factory Obscura for a fully-immersive, experiential art…
  • Fall Festival (Kirkpatrick Family Farm - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Nov 10th Celebrate all things autumn at the Fall Festival at Orr Family Farm in Oklahoma City. Go through the maze, ride on a…
  • FrightFest (Starlight Amphitheater @ Frontier City - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Oct 28th This Halloween season, visit Frontier City in Oklahoma City for a day of thrilling rides and fun activities for the whole…
  • Harvest of Fear Haunted Maize (Reding Farm - Chickasha) Thru Sat, Oct 27th For the whole month of October, Reding Farm in Chickasha will feature the Harvest of Fear Haunted Maize. Every Friday…
  • Lyric Theatre - When We're Gone: World Premiere Musical (Plaza District - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Oct 14th Start Time: 7:30pm Set in plague-ridden 14th Century London, this musical follows the life of Todd, an angsty teen whose greatest desire is…
  • Newcastle Nightmare (Newcastle) Thru Sat, Oct 27th Newcastle Nightmare is a unique haunted attraction located south of Oklahoma City that puts a new twist on Halloween fun.…
  • The Sanctuary (12101 N I - Oklahoma City) Thru Thu, Nov 8th Experience four stories of terror in The Sanctuary, a horrific haunted attraction in Oklahoma City. The tragic history…
  • Wizarding World of Tiger Safari (Tuttle) Thru Wed, Oct 31st Harry Potter fans old and young will love the Wizarding World of Tiger Safari in Tuttle. This unique attraction invites…

Wednesday, Oct 3rd

  • 🎨 American Indian Artists: 20th Century Masters (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Thru Fri, Oct 5th Start Time: 10:00am September 1 – May 12, 2019 American Indian Artists: 20th Century Masters As Lakota artist Oscar Howe wrote in 1958, “There is much more to Indian art, than pretty, stylized pictures.” This exhibition highlights this depth and the 20th century American masters who shaped it. Explore early artists such as the Kiowa Six, Tonita…
  • Bi-Weekly Meetup (51st st. Speakeasy - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 5:00pm
  • The Breeders (Diamond Ballroom - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm
  • Dubé (89th Street Collective - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm
  • Dungeons & Dragons (Edmond Unplugged - Edmond) Start Time: 7:00pm A City on the Edge with Ashley King No Cost Beginners and experienced players welcome Pre-made characters will be available No outside food and drink, food and drink available within the store
  • Eric Gales (Life.Church - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm
  • 🎨 'Fantasy Rewind' (The Paramount OKC - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm We are very proud to present a brand new VHS series out at The Paramount Screening Room on Film Row OKC! FANTASY REWIND will be us sharing classic science-fiction TV shows, animation, and fantasy VHS tapes! We're going hard into retro sci-fi with these shows and can't wait to bring you all along for the ride!
    The Paramount Screening Room has…
  • Flu Shot Clinic (Edmond Senior Center - Edmond) Start Time: 9:00am Passport Health of Oklahoma and UCO Nursing Students will be here to administer flu shots. Flu Quad and high dose. You will need to bring your Medicare card or insurance card
  • 😂 Johnny Beehner (Loony Bin Comedy Club - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Oct 6th
  • 🎡 Mike Schnelle (Will Rogers Exhibition Center - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 9:30am Mike Schnelle, Endowed Professor of Floriculture at Oklahoma State University, will be the featured speaker at the monthly Oklahoma Gardeners Association meeting on Wednesday, October 3. Join us at 9:30 am at Will Rogers Garden Exhibition Center, 3400 N.W. 36th Street. Among a myriad of other responsibilities, Dr. Schnelle works with the…
  • 🎓 Saddlemaking (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Thru Fri, Oct 5th Start Time: 9:00am October 2 – 5, 2018 9:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m. Classrooms A and B In conjunction with the Traditional Cowboy Arts Association’s 20th annual Exhibition & Sale, the TCAA provides a rare opportunity for four days of saddlemaking instruction by founding members Cary Schwarz and Chuck Stormes. Schwarz will cut and fit the parts and construct a…
  • 🏆 Oklahoma City Thunder vs. Detroit Pistons (Chesapeake Energy Arena - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm
  • 🎭 UCO Dance Shadow Day (University of Central Oklahoma - Edmond) Start Time: 8:30am
  • 🏆 Wednesday Game Night (Remington Park - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 6:00pm Play the games you love for jackpots and then play more games you love for Extra Cash & Prizes on Game Night at Remington Park, every Wednesday! Starting at 6pm on Wednesday nights at Remington Park, just make sure to use your Club Remington Card as you play in the casino. Doing so may get you selected via hot seat drawings to make Free Spins,…

Thursday, Oct 4th

  • 🎨 American Indian Artists: 20th Century Masters (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) 1 day left Start Time: 10:00am September 1 – May 12, 2019 American Indian Artists: 20th Century Masters As Lakota artist Oscar Howe wrote in 1958, “There is much more to Indian art, than pretty, stylized pictures.” This exhibition highlights this depth and the 20th century American masters who shaped it. Explore early artists such as the Kiowa Six, Tonita…
  • The Bad Plus (Tower Theatre Studio - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm
  • Cherokee Maidens (The Blue Door - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm
  • 🎨 Cowboy Crossings: 53rd Annual Exhibit and Sale (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 Start Time: 6:00pm Alexandra Cambora [email protected] via gmail.com 2:50 PM (1 hour ago) to me The Cowboy Artists of America (CAA) is returning to The National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City for it’s 53rd annual show, Cowboy Crossings -- opening October 4-6, 2018. The CAA is comprised of some of the most renowned Western artists in…
  • First Thursday Saints Sessions (Saints - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm First Thursday Saints Sessions highlight a Featured Artist and their hand-picked House Band the first Thursday in the Plaza District, OKC. Saints Sessions highlights Oklahoma City's top jazz artists right in the heart of OKC. The Session starts at 8pm and goes until 10, at which point the session opens up to intermediate and advanced players who…
  • 🍴 Get One Free Texas Street Taco with Purchase of Any Adult Entrée (Taco Bueno - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 12:00am There’s a new way to enjoy National Taco Day at Taco Bueno. In addition to the popular Mexican brand’s delicious Crispy Tacos, Soft Tacos, and Muchacos – Taco Bueno now has a new taco variety – Texas Street Tacos. With Shredded Chicken, Carne Asada, and Pulled Pork as the three possible varieties, they’re an all-new, limited-time-only…
  • 🎓 GILES SYMPOSIUM: DERRECK KAYONGO (University of Science & Arts of Oklahoma - Chickasha) Start Time: 7:30pm Ugandan entrepreneur and human rights innovator Derreck Kayongo will be the keynote speaker for the 11th annual Ray, Mary & Nita Giles Symposium for Citizenship and Public Service. The 2018 symposium will be held on Oct. 4 at 7:30 p.m. in the Te Ata Memorial Auditorium and is free and open to the public. An expert in environmental sustainability…
  • 😂 Johnny Beehner (Loony Bin Comedy Club - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Oct 6th
  • Kevin Gates – Luca Brasi 3 Tour (The Criterion - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm
  • 🎓 Managing Stress (Brahma Kumaris Meditation Center - Edmond) Start Time: 6:30pm Being stressed is uncomfortable. When you know why stress happens, you will know how to deal with it and how to antidote it. The trick is to learn the essential tools that stop stress happening. Regardless of its origins, stress drains our physical, emotional and mental energy. Several myths exist about the causes of stress and the most…
  • Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder Management Support Group (Mental Health Association Oklahoma main office - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 6:00pm PTSD is a psychiatric disorder that can occur following the experience of witnessing of life-threatening events such as military combat, natural disasters, terrorist incidents, serious accidents, or physical or sexual assault in adult or childhood. Some people will have stress reactions that do not go away on their own, or may even get worse…
  • 🎓 Saddlemaking (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) 1 day left Start Time: 9:00am October 2 – 5, 2018 9:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m. Classrooms A and B In conjunction with the Traditional Cowboy Arts Association’s 20th annual Exhibition & Sale, the TCAA provides a rare opportunity for four days of saddlemaking instruction by founding members Cary Schwarz and Chuck Stormes. Schwarz will cut and fit the parts and construct a…
  • Saints Sessions (Saints - Oklahoma City) Head to the Plaza District each Thursday for an evening of Saints Sessions programming. Visit Saints Pub in Oklahoma City on…
  • Survivors of Suicide Support Group (Mental Health Association Oklahoma main office - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 6:00pm Nearly 31,000 people take their own lives each year. As a survivor – a family member or friend of the victim – you may need help coming to terms with suicide. This group offers the opportunity to share, listen, teach and learn with others also overcoming the loss of a loved one. Meetings are held on the 1st and 3rd Thursdays of each month at…
  • Ticket to Ride: Artists, Designers, and Western Railways Exhibit (Fred Jones Jr. Museum of Art - Norman) Start Time: 6:00pm
  • 🎓 Moore Toastmasters (1st United Methodist Church - Moore) Start Time: 7:00pm Do you cringe at the thought of being in front of a room communicating? Maybe you have no idea how to construct your thoughts for your next business meeting?
    Come and join toastmasters and learn the art of public speaking and leadership. It is a safe and great learning environment for you to start or refine your public speaking skills. There…
  • Yung Bleu (The Criterion - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm

Friday, Oct 5th

  • 🎓 Edmond Ambucs Friday Luncheon (University of Central Oklahoma - Edmond) Start Time: 12:00pm The Edmond Chapter Ambucs “creating mobility & independence for people with disabilities” hosts a weekly luncheon every Friday. Please join us at 12PM Noon, UCO Nigh Center, Cherokee Room. We also meet the 2nd Tues. night monthly, 5:30PM, Rock & Brews, 2737 W. Memorial Rd. for $5 burgers & FREE appetizers. More info., call (405)820-9667.
  • 🎨 American Indian Artists: 20th Century Masters (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Last Day Start Time: 10:00am September 1 – May 12, 2019 American Indian Artists: 20th Century Masters As Lakota artist Oscar Howe wrote in 1958, “There is much more to Indian art, than pretty, stylized pictures.” This exhibition highlights this depth and the 20th century American masters who shaped it. Explore early artists such as the Kiowa Six, Tonita…
  • 🏆 Central OK: University of Central Oklahoma Women's Soccer vs Lindenwood (Edmond) Start Time: 7:00pm University of Central Oklahoma Women's Soccer vs Lindenwood https://bronchosports.com/calendar.aspx?id=6016
  • The Chad Todd Band (Park House - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 10:00pm
  • 🎨 Cowboy Crossings: 53rd Annual Exhibit and Sale (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 Start Time: 6:00pm Alexandra Cambora [email protected] via gmail.com 2:50 PM (1 hour ago) to me The Cowboy Artists of America (CAA) is returning to The National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum in Oklahoma City for it’s 53rd annual show, Cowboy Crossings -- opening October 4-6, 2018. The CAA is comprised of some of the most renowned Western artists in…
  • 🎨 Cowboy Crossings Opening Weekend (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 10:00am In one of the most significant events to impact the fine art world, the National Cowboy & Western Heritage Museum hosts the Opening Weekend event and sale for two outstanding exhibitions. The Traditional Cowboy Arts Association (TCAA) showcases the best of saddlemaking, bit and spur making, silversmithing, and rawhide braiding; while the Cowboy…
  • Day Out with Thomas (Oklahoma Railway Museum - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Oct 7th Start Time: 9:50am Climb aboard for fun as Thomas the Tank Engine chugs into the Oklahoma Railway Museum in Oklahoma City. Thomas fans are…
  • Day Out with Thomas (Oklahoma Railway Museum - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 4:30pm
  • 🎡 Farm After Dark (Orr Family Farm Event Barn - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm Join us after the sun goes down for even more Farm adventures. All of our fall attractions will be open and illuminated with our brand-new LED lighting and there will be glowsticks and accessories available for even more fun. Experience new thrills as you speed across the Farm on the zip line in the dark or battle the undead in the cover of…
  • FCF 56 (Grand Casino Hotel & Resort - Shawnee) Watch an intense night of MMA as top fighters take to the ring, demonstrating their skilled dodges, punches and kicks in the…
  • First Friday Gallery Walk (Paseo Arts District - Oklahoma City) The First Friday Gallery Walk in the Paseo Arts District occurs on the first Friday of every month. Friday night visitors…
  • Guthrie Haunts (4524 Riverside Cir - Guthrie) Thru Wed, Oct 31st Visit Guthrie Haunts for a terrifying Halloween experience that's full of scary fun. This 30,000 sq ft haunted…
  • 😂 Johnny Beehner (Loony Bin Comedy Club - Oklahoma City) 1 day left
  • Kevin Deal CD Release (The Blue Door - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm
  • Megalodon & Figure (Farmer's Market - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm
  • Navy Birthday Ball (The Criterion - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 6:00pm Navy Birthday Ball Date: 10/05/2018 Time: 6:00 pm - 9:00 pm Location: The Criterion 500 E. Sheridan Ave. Oklahoma City, OK 73104-4205 Map to Event Add to My Calendar Enjoy a black-tie evening honoring the men and women of the U.S. Navy. 6 p.m. - Reception 7 p.m. - Dinner program The 243rd Navy Birthday Ball will be marked by special Navy…
  • 😂 Open Mic Night (Don Quixote Club - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:30pm Every Friday is open mic comedy at Don Quixote's! Come see Oklahoma City's up and coming talent. If you're a comedian, sign up begins at 7:30. Show at 8. Stick around for the best karaoke in the city.
  • Pumpkinville (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Oct 21st Make your way to Pumpkinville at the Myriad Botanical Gardens in Oklahoma City to celebrate the fall season.…
  • Raina Cobb Music (Belle Isle Brewery - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 9:30pm
  • 🎭 The Rocky Horror Picture Show - At The Boom - An Interactive Movie Experience (The Boom - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 8:00pm
  • 🎓 Saddlemaking (Western Heritage Museum - Oklahoma City) Last Day Start Time: 9:00am October 2 – 5, 2018 9:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m. Classrooms A and B In conjunction with the Traditional Cowboy Arts Association’s 20th annual Exhibition & Sale, the TCAA provides a rare opportunity for four days of saddlemaking instruction by founding members Cary Schwarz and Chuck Stormes. Schwarz will cut and fit the parts and construct a…
  • 🎡 Season Pass Holder Appreciation Day (Orr Family Farm Event Barn - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 10:00am We love our season pass holders and want to make them feel extra special! Season pass holders will get to do Zombie Apocalypse Paintball for free as well as half price zip line rides and a free bag of kettle corn! Only applicable on October 5 with season pass admission!
  • Shortt Dogg (UCO Jazz Lab - Edmond) Start Time: 8:00pm First come first serve seating.
  • 🏆 Sporting Clays Fun Shoot Challenge (Silverleaf Shotgun Sports LLC - Edmond) Start Time: 10:00am Individuals and teams compete in sporting clays shooting. Admission covers the cost of lunch, 50 rounds of ammunition per shooter, and a small gift. Proceeds from the event benefit Good Shepherd Clinic. Teams of 5 cost $600 and individual shooters can enter for $150.
  • Terry Brown (VZD's - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 9:00pm
  • Trail of Terror & Haunted Barn (El Reno) Thru Sat, Oct 27th El Reno's Trail of Terror & Haunted Barn challenges you to survive the frightening fun they have planned this…
  • 🎡 Zombie Apocalypse Paintball (Orr Family Farm Event Barn - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm Enjoy this spectacular glow in the dark paintball attraction and shoot live zombies! Please visit OrrFamilyFarm.com for tickets and hours of operation. Admission includes Farm admission for the day.
  • Lexington Zombie Farm (Lexington) Thru Sat, Nov 3rd Can you survive a walk through the Lexington Zombie Farm? Get ready to encounter things that go bump in the night, as well…

Saturday, Oct 6th

  • 🏃 Chisholm Trail Triathlon (Lake El Reno - El Reno) The Chisholm Trail Triathlon was started with the idea in mind of having a late season race for Tri-OKC members, open participants, and the college triathletes in our region! This course will be slightly different than Route 66 Triathlon at the same venue in early June.
    https://triokc.club/esape-elreno
  • Day Out with Thomas (Oklahoma Railway Museum - Oklahoma City) 1 day left Start Time: 9:50am Climb aboard for fun as Thomas the Tank Engine chugs into the Oklahoma Railway Museum in Oklahoma City. Thomas fans are…
  • Grand National & World Championship Morgan Horse Show (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Oct 13th
  • Guthrie Haunts (4524 Riverside Cir - Guthrie) Thru Wed, Oct 31st Visit Guthrie Haunts for a terrifying Halloween experience that's full of scary fun. This 30,000 sq ft haunted…
  • 😂 Johnny Beehner (Loony Bin Comedy Club - Oklahoma City) Last Day
  • Market in the Park, Pigs in the Park & Bluegrass Festival (Harrah Heritage Park - Harrah) The annual Market in the Park in Harrah features a wide variety of arts and crafts, delicious barbecue and great live music.…
  • OKC Gun Show (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 For a high quality gun show with great prices and selection, visit the OKC Gun Show in Oklahoma City. Held at Oklahoma State…
  • OKC River Run (Wiley Post Park - Oklahoma City) Head out to Wiley Post Park in Oklahoma City for the OKC River Run. This 5K, 10K and half marathon, which will be held on a…
  • 🏃 OKC River Run 5K/10K (Wiley Post Park - Oklahoma City) USATF certified 5K/10K along the smooth, paved trails of the Oklahoma River. 100% of race registration fees will go to Rett Syndrome research. Run Registration and More Details: www.RunSignUp.com/OKCRiverRun.
    http://www.RunSignUp.com/OKCRiverRun
  • 🏃 OKC Zoo "Monarch Madness" 5K and Fun Run (Oklahoma City Zoo - Oklahoma City)
  • Oklahoma Czech Festival (Czech Hall - Yukon) The Oklahoma Czech Festival in Yukon is the largest outdoor free festival in Oklahoma. This beloved festival promotes and…
  • Planes, Trains & Automobiles (Shawnee Regional Airport - Shawnee) Planes, Trains & Automobiles in Shawnee is a unique event that combines everything from model trains to Wild West…
  • Pumpkinville (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Oct 21st Make your way to Pumpkinville at the Myriad Botanical Gardens in Oklahoma City to celebrate the fall season.…
  • Reik in Concert (Diamond Ballroom - Oklahoma City) Latin pop band Reik will bring their Des Amor Tour from Mexico to Oklahoma City as they perform on the Diamond Ballroom…
  • Repticon Reptile & Exotic Animal Show (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Day 1 of 2 The Repticon Reptile & Exotic Animal Show at Oklahoma State Fair Park in OKC features vendors with reptile pets,…
  • Trail of Terror & Haunted Barn (El Reno) Thru Sat, Oct 27th El Reno's Trail of Terror & Haunted Barn challenges you to survive the frightening fun they have planned this…
  • 🏃 Tunnel to Towers 5K Run & Walk (Mitch Park - Edmond) The Tunnel to Towers 5K Run & Walk Series was created to honor the heroic life and death of Stephen Siller, a New York City firefighter (FDNY) who lost his life on September 11, 2001 after strapping on his gear and running through the Brooklyn Battery Tunnel to the Twin Towers.
  • Wild Individualism (Civic Center Music Hall - Oklahoma City) Wild Individualism pays tribute to the musicians who pushed the limits and created harmonies like none ever before. Come to…
  • Lexington Zombie Farm (Lexington) Thru Sat, Nov 3rd Can you survive a walk through the Lexington Zombie Farm? Get ready to encounter things that go bump in the night, as well…

Sunday, Oct 7th

  • Day Out with Thomas (Oklahoma Railway Museum - Oklahoma City) Last Day Start Time: 9:50am Climb aboard for fun as Thomas the Tank Engine chugs into the Oklahoma Railway Museum in Oklahoma City. Thomas fans are…
  • Doo-Wop Glam Shop Classic Car Show (Warr Acres) Head to Warr Acres this October for the fifth annual Doo-Wop Glam Shop Classic Car Show. This public car show, held in the…
  • Grand National & World Championship Morgan Horse Show (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Oct 13th
  • Groovefest (Andrews Park - Norman) Founded in 1986 by the OU Chapter for Amnesty International, Groovefest in Norman is the longest-lasting human rights music…
  • Guthrie Haunts (4524 Riverside Cir - Guthrie) Thru Wed, Oct 31st Visit Guthrie Haunts for a terrifying Halloween experience that's full of scary fun. This 30,000 sq ft haunted…
  • OKC Gun Show (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 For a high quality gun show with great prices and selection, visit the OKC Gun Show in Oklahoma City. Held at Oklahoma State…
  • Pumpkinville (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Oct 21st Make your way to Pumpkinville at the Myriad Botanical Gardens in Oklahoma City to celebrate the fall season.…
  • Repticon Reptile & Exotic Animal Show (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Day 2 of 2 The Repticon Reptile & Exotic Animal Show at Oklahoma State Fair Park in OKC features vendors with reptile pets,…
  • Trail of Terror & Haunted Barn (El Reno) Thru Sat, Oct 27th El Reno's Trail of Terror & Haunted Barn challenges you to survive the frightening fun they have planned this…
  • Lexington Zombie Farm (Lexington) Thru Sat, Nov 3rd Can you survive a walk through the Lexington Zombie Farm? Get ready to encounter things that go bump in the night, as well…

Monday, Oct 8th

  • Grand National & World Championship Morgan Horse Show (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Oct 13th
  • Guthrie Haunts (4524 Riverside Cir - Guthrie) Thru Wed, Oct 31st Visit Guthrie Haunts for a terrifying Halloween experience that's full of scary fun. This 30,000 sq ft haunted…
  • Pumpkinville (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Oct 21st Make your way to Pumpkinville at the Myriad Botanical Gardens in Oklahoma City to celebrate the fall season.…
  • Trail of Terror & Haunted Barn (El Reno) Thru Sat, Oct 27th El Reno's Trail of Terror & Haunted Barn challenges you to survive the frightening fun they have planned this…
  • Lexington Zombie Farm (Lexington) Thru Sat, Nov 3rd Can you survive a walk through the Lexington Zombie Farm? Get ready to encounter things that go bump in the night, as well…

Tuesday, Oct 9th

  • Food Truck Tuesdays (Jackson - Blanchard) Every week, treat your taste buds to new flavors. During Food Truck Tuesdays, a different food truck will park in Blanchard…
  • Grand National & World Championship Morgan Horse Show (Oklahoma State Fair Park - Oklahoma City) Thru Sat, Oct 13th
  • Guthrie Haunts (4524 Riverside Cir - Guthrie) Thru Wed, Oct 31st Visit Guthrie Haunts for a terrifying Halloween experience that's full of scary fun. This 30,000 sq ft haunted…
  • Pumpkinville (Myriad Botanical Gardens - Oklahoma City) Thru Sun, Oct 21st Make your way to Pumpkinville at the Myriad Botanical Gardens in Oklahoma City to celebrate the fall season.…
  • 🏆 Oklahoma City Thunder vs. Milwaukee Bucks (Chesapeake Energy Arena - Oklahoma City) Start Time: 7:00pm
  • Trail of Terror & Haunted Barn (El Reno) Thru Sat, Oct 27th El Reno's Trail of Terror & Haunted Barn challenges you to survive the frightening fun they have planned this…
  • Lexington Zombie Farm (Lexington) Thru Sat, Nov 3rd Can you survive a walk through the Lexington Zombie Farm? Get ready to encounter things that go bump in the night, as well…

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2018.09.17 22:16 rockyrook summary of Stoicism in the book Rome's Last Citizen (chapter 2)

... what about Stoicism appealed to a privileged young man who could have had his choice of competing schools? And what caused him to reject the genteel, noncommittal eclecticism affected by many of his contemporaries?

To begin with, the Stoics were as hard, as uncompromising, as Cato the Younger aspired to be. They taught: Whether you were a foot underwater or a fathom, you were still drowning. There was no more-or-less good, no more-or-less bad. All virtues were one and the same virtue; all vices were the same vice. Your lungs were either full of water or of air. In that austere scheme, the vast diversity of characters and types were reducible to two: the sage and the fool. Fools were universal. Even practicing Stoics lumped themselves in as equally foolish, equally mired in error and sin, and equally miserable. Of sages, who alone were happy, Socrates himself was perhaps the only known case.

What could such a philosophy possibly offer to the aspiring fool? At the very least, it offered the possibility of swimming toward air. The aspirant might learn to sever happiness from everything fickle and fading, and to guard it in the single place it was safe, in the practice of virtue. A Stoic trained himself for indifference to all things outside the magic circle of the conscience. The choice between comfort and pain, wealth and starvation, even life and death, was always indifferent. To be sure, it was preferable to eat rather than go hungry, but there was no real happiness in the choice. It was always secondary to maintaining the virtuous life; pain was always welcomed as a chance to grow in virtue.

And what was a virtuous life? To live “in agreement with nature.” Reason was nature’s best gift, so living by nature meant, first of all, living by reason. Self-seeking, cowardice, grief, and all evil emotions could only enter the mind with reason’s assent. The trained Stoic was skilled at holding back. What was promised in return was no less than freedom from passion—a word that, for all of its positive connotations today, carried in the classical world nuances of suffering and passivity (meanings that are preserved in the phrase “the Passion of Christ”). Plato taught that the passions were natural, if ignoble, parts of the soul. Aristotle recommended moderating them, not stamping them out. But to the Stoics, they were alien. With enough practice, the passions could be exiled from the citadel of the self. No unhappiness could touch the well-intentioned man. Banish the passions, and you were proof against misfortune. Banish the passions, and you were independent of the world, the owner of an unshakable contentment.

Others could fight fate. The Stoic would choose to love it. And this amor fati was the deepest meaning of agreement with nature and the highest reward of their practice. As one Stoic taught: “If I actually knew that I was fated now to be ill, I would even have an impulse to be ill.”

What the Stoics offered Cato was not idle speculation, but a way of being, a simple and ready-made life that had already been cut to fit his character. There were, in fact, highly developed Stoic metaphysics and Stoic logic; but in making the journey from Athens to Rome, “a second-rate Greek philosophy had developed into a first-rate Roman religion.” Stoicism became, above all, a practical guide to life. The Stoics who flourished in Rome were the ones who set aside their more implausible doctrines and tailored their teaching to a people who loved things that worked. Similarly, what Cato took from his tutor—a Hellenized Middle Easterner named Antipater—was not first and foremost dialectics or paradoxes, but exercises that could be put to use the day they were learned. He learned how to subsist on a poor man’s food or no food at all, how to go barefoot and bareheaded in rain and heat. He learned how to endure sickness in silence, how to speak bluntly and how to shut up, how to meditate on disaster and suffer the imagined loss of everything again and again.

In effect, Cato was learning how to reincarnate his holy ancestor, and to do so in the most intellectually respectable way possible. Why Stoicism? Because the values of Cato the Elder, the ones that came from Latin soil, were potent but dead. In Stoicism, Cato the Younger found them again, as part of a living tradition. The old Cato never knew how Stoic he was. It took his descendant to merge Greek philosophy and Roman patriotism, to make that foreign school fully Roman by the force of his example.

From the very beginning, Cato the Younger’s example—the bare feet, the out-of-date and wrong-colored clothing, the ostentatious poverty—was derided by some as a transparent act. And part theater it may have been. Rejecting creature comforts, living the hard, soldierly life—those virtues were still every bit as publicly lauded as they were in the days of Cato the Elder, even if they were honored more in the breach than in the observance. That could hardly have been lost on the younger Cato, growing up as he did in a city obsessed with rediscovering the lost, ancient formula for the good life. Cato the Elder, it was agreed, had had it. If the great-grandson was cut from the same cloth, why not pay attention to him?

Cato was determined to wear the mask until it fit. This was the source of his commitment to a school that promised to teach him how to endure laughter and abuse, to teach him to harden himself by seeking it out—to teach him “to be ashamed only of what was really shameful.” Seneca, the great imperial Stoic, relates the story of what Cato did when, visiting the baths one day, he was shoved and struck. Once the fight was broken up, he simply refused to accept an apology from the offender: “I don’t even remember being hit.”

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2018.06.08 14:53 ramonchek Romantic Wedding Ring Ideas

Binary Encoded Rings: Indecipherable?
Above: Talking about really cryptic message: make certain your loved one understands what you put on a ring, so don't leave them guessing... Aptly-named Complexification will inscribe your geeky love message onto a ring in a binary system code. Princess Leia and Han Solo quotation: "I love you...I know"
Above: Accessible from Spiffing antiques, this pair of rings will permit you to play with Han Solo and Princess Leia courtship all over again... ENGRAVING TIPS TO KEEP IN MIND
Engraved Wedding rings may take a little longer to be sent. In Most cases these rings cannot be returned, exchanged, or resized. Not Every ring can be engraved, especially those which are very thin or tab are exceptionally contoured. The Variety of characters (letters and spaces) that you can use will be tabdecided by the size of your finger. Smaller rings and palms tablet fewer characters, whereas larger rings allow a longer expression. Whether You go with something classic and profound, like a Bible verse or a tabfew words from Shakespeare, or using a sweet impression which would tablook in your home on a candy conversation heart, is of course entirely up tab to you. But remember you'll be wearing those rings for tabdecades, hopefully until you are wrinkled and gray. So think hard tab about if you'll still love those words as much when you're tab 80 as you do now. Make Sure you always, always double check the spelling of everything you would like tab engraved. The engraver won't necessarily understand what you intended to tabsay, so making sure that it is right is your decision! Engrave your vows
Why Not include a variant of your vows or a brief reflection of your love onto the band? It could something very simple such as, "I love you" or single words such as "Forever" or "Eternity". You might even have the word "Soulmates" engraved to express just how perfect you are for one another. If You should go for a word or phrase which you feel sums up your love the best. Engrave Your partner's name
Similar To your partner's signature, why not simply engrave their name? This keeps it short, sweet and easy. Each person could put on a band with the others title on it and in case you've got particular nicknames for another you can use this instead. Personal Sayings or Nicknames
If you and your partner have private nicknames, or a favorite saying you always use between the two of you (oftentimes leaving others scratching their heads in confusion), you might choose to immortalize it on your wedding bands. Or consider engraving the name of a location which you cherish (your favorite holiday spot, the restaurant where you had your first date, or the street where you first lived together). Use An engraving to commemorate how you met
How Can you both meet? Perhaps you met in a party, or your initial date was a picture? Perhaps your eyes simply met across the bar. Honour that first moment of your link by engraving a phrase that links to that particular moment. It may be a motto or a quote from something on that day. It will be a continuous reminder of where it all began for you both and just how far you have come since that moment. A Movie or tune
Music And film are significant factors in regards to memory and no doubt you and your partner have a favourite film or piece of music you enjoy together. Maybe have some words from 'your song' engraved in your own wedding ring or part of a film quote. Rotating Rings "Crypto" Wedding Ring
Above: Designed by Isabel Rucker, daughter of well-known science fiction author Rudy Rucker, this is the ultimate in encryption and perhaps, in marital geek pleasure: steampunk styled three rotating ring material that will be kept secret so long as nobody cracks the code - more info. On The right is just another Binary Encoder Ring, by designer Jonathan Ben-Tovim - this time done not only in metal, but with a rubber-like substance Foreign sayings
If A language aside from your principal individual has special significance to you as a couple, think of a expression that speaks to you personally and engrave it in that speech-just be sure that you are 100% confident that the words you're engraving mean exactly what you believe they do! A simple "I love you" seems amazing in any language. A wonderful Latin saying is your Virgil quotation, "Nunc scio quid sit amor," which translates into " Now I know what love is." Fingerprint engraving
This Is one of the most romantic engraving ideas out there. This notion engraves your fingerprint on the wedding ring, so that you may keep each other near by each and every moment. This is so special because everyone has a different fingerprint significance that it really is unique to one another and also an amazing way to share your specific bond. Get fitting wedding rings together with another individual's fingerprint. You Will need to use paper and ink to find a copy of your fingerprint - your ring finger on your left hand is a great choice - and then take this to an engraving services. Bear in mind that the whole fingerprint won't be in a position to be featured on the band, but a small part of it and to you, it could make it even more unique. Spiritual Verse
Should you and your spouse are religious, you might want to engrave a expression that pays homage to your beliefs. Some classic choices: "Love is kind." (1 Corinthians 13:4) and "My lover is mine, and I am his" (Song of Solomon 2:16). Your Initials and the wedding date
A Very simple way to commemorate your special day and your love for one another would be to engrave both of your initials and your wedding date within your ring band. Does this look amazing, you will not ever forget your anniversary - and if you're struggling to recall it is possible to just look on the inside of your ring! Hand-Engraved Pictures: Canoe, Boats, Faces, etc..
Above: Going on a life journey together, symbolized with this intimate ride in a canoe... or simply engraving your happy faces on a ring as a token of much enjoyment ahead. Too Funny? How about this engraving: " All We Ever Need Is A Couch"
Other Humorous and sort-of funny ones: "Not for pawning", "Race you to the shower" and "Have you lost it" In The same sort of practical vein is that: "Same wife . . . Different Ring" And A fairly pessimistic one: "Say bye bye to liberty" "The Universe Unfolds"
Above: Among the most deep and profound messages (without even mentioning love and marriage vows) is the inscription above. It's mysterious and full of wonder, and we leave it at that. Family Symbols: The Rose and The Pine Tree
Above: The owner of this ring, Pedro Moura Pinheiro, clarifies: "My wife's family name is Rosa, or "Rose" in English, and mine is Pinheiro, "Pine tree". When we got married, almost nine decades ago, we asked at the jeweler's store for an engraving on the wedding rings of these pictures of our loved ones instead of the common practice of writing your first names." "Yes I Do!" Sound-Wave Engraved Wedding Ring
Above: Japanese artist and engraver Sakurako Shimizu makes truly unique collectible rings as part of his "Waveform Series": the "I do" wedding vows are laser-cut and rendered in silvergold or silver as wearable jewelry. ENGRAVING IDEAS
Many Jewelers offer easy engraving--typically one line of texton the interior of a wedding ring for a small fee. If you realize you want engraved wedding bands but you are not sure what you want them to say, think about the following options: (I Love You) "Five Percent More"
Above: "5% more" can be located engraved on the rings of this couple... the excuse is actually straightforward: "When I say "I love you" He always replies with, "I love you 5% more". CUSTOM ENGRAVING
If You would prefer an engraving that's slightly more intricate than a simple expression, consider custom designing a wedding ring. The custom design procedure provides you the freedom to create a stunning, one-of-a-kind ring which features almost any layout! For instance, mic rings are highly sought after due to their unique design and deep meaning. Take your partner's fingerprint and have the distinguishing pattern engraved on the inside or outside of your wedding band! One of our customers selected a ring custom-engraved on the outside with cultural symbols. In case you've got other symbols that mean something special to you, do not hesitate to contact our custom design team to craft your absolutely engraved wedding rings. Suggestions for ENGRAVED WEDDING BANDS
In This era of selfies and Snapchat, words, images, and videos tend to be forgotten as quickly as they appear. If the most eloquent or thoughtful tweet becomes buried beneath a mountain of more tweets, how can we preserve our heartfelt and meaningful moments and expressions? When It comes to weddings, love, and marriage, at least, there's a gorgeous solution: simply engrave your wedding bands with a few personal, heartfelt words. An engraving is a means to inscribe your love and devotion on something you carry with you everyday, so that you are able to reflect upon your own sweet thoughts them for decades to come! Connected Sayings
When the quote you love is too long or you have found a expression that has two parts, consider placing half of this line in your band and the other half to your spouse. This is a wonderful way to suggest that you make each other complete! Some cute ideas drawn from pop culture: "How sweet it is (band 1)... to be loved by you (ring 2)" and "Into infinity (band 1)... and beyond ring 2)" Vintage Wedding Rings with Short Love Poems
A HAPPY BREST WHERE LOVE DOTH REST A LOVING WIFE PROLONGETH LIFE MY CHOICE IS MADE, I AM CONTENT ... And a pretty mysterious one "MANY ARE THE STARRS I SEE..." that makes it simpler to understand by studying the other side: YET IN MY EYE NO STARR LIKE THEE". Initials, Names, and Dates
Many couples love to include their initials and the date of their wedding on the interior, making this the simplest, most timeless alternative. Popular combinations include: "AB + CD," "A + C 5/22/2014," "ILY 5.22.14," " ABC-DEF," and others along these lines. Rather than engraving your wedding, you may choose to engrave the date you met, or the date of another special relationship milestone. Or you might choose to engrave your beloved's first or middle name in the interior or your ring, and yours in his. Saying And Estimates
Occasionally you may run across a quote that expresses the way you are feeling perfectly here!. At times the very best engravings are straightforward expressions such as, "I really do," "You and I," or "All my love." Depending on the size of your ring, you may have the ability to request a longer saying or quote, such as, "Who, being loved, is poor?" by Oscar Wilde or, "Love conquers all," by Virgil. "Remember" Ring Reminders (impossible to ignore!)
Above: "24 hours before your special evening, the Hot Spot on the inside Surface of your Recall Ring will warm up to 120 degrees Fahrenheit for Approximately 10 seconds, and keep to heat up every hour on the Hour, all day long!" Order these miracles of ring technology here. "Do Not Remove!"
Above: Quite practical suggestion indeed, and a subtle reminder to not lose or misplace it. Another variant: "If eliminated, alarm will appear." Would be fine if the engraving would shift to "Put me back on!" If the ring senses that it's been taken off the finger. A meaningful symbol
Now, We have all heard the expression 'a picture is worth a thousand words' and that can be the case in your wedding band. If you want to be more visual than verbal then receive a logo engraved on your own ring. The Cost and dimensions will, obviously, play a massive role in this sort of engraving however you can decide on something simple like a hub or perhaps choose an icon which represents a hobby that you both discuss and feel strongly about. For Somebody who loves the outdoors, for example, consider engraving a tree outline in your ring, or in case you and your other half share a powerful bond within a creature, how about a small engraving of a single? It is a more peculiar spin on the idea but symbols are the ideal manner of symbolizing your love for one another. Hand-engraved Hobbit Ring: A Classic (simply don't use it for your wedding)
Above: It is pretty tempting to have an ideal "replica" of the Hobbit's ring, and a few companies would attempt to do the best job of engraving the magic language - with or without the title of this ring owner. You may use it to your own wedding so long as you compose your own love message in Tolkien's alphabet... or ask someone who understands the original language of Mordor. Popular Wedding Ring Engraving Suggestions:
Your Others initials tab Wedding First Personal Nicknames tab Enjoy Quotes tab Religious Or religious magician tab Song Lyrics Romantic Wedding Ring Engraving Ideas
You are Getting married, you have already bought the engagement rings and now it is time to get some fun picking out your wedding rings. But if you really feel like doing something just a bit different, you'll need something special and unique to just the both of you. Having Your wedding rings engraved could be the best answer. But here is the tricky part, you have no clue what you need your engraving to be, the way you'd go about doing so, or the best metal to choose. This is the reason here in Diamonds Factory, we've put together a guide featuring ten great romantic wedding ring design ideas, along with some helpful facts and pointers to assist you make your choice. Engraving A romantic message for your loved one on a wedding ring dates back several years to the Middle Ages and the Renaissance - where fans would swap poesy rings to demonstrate their loyalty to one another. These rings have been engraved with poetry or other romantic sentiments. So If you feel like continuing this very intimate heritage with an engraved ring of your own, we've assembled some of our favourite romantic ideas. However, There are a number of things you will need to learn first: Perhaps not All engagement rings can easily be engraved The Width of a ring's band should ascertain how much could be written on the ring. For it to be completely effective your wording has to be big enough to read easily and there should be sufficient surface on the ring for the spacing of the letters. Bands that are typically less than three millimetres wide are considered too small to accommodate clear engraving. Ring Bands that are plain, curved or flat provide enough surface area space for a clean and visible engraving. Bands which are 4 to 6 millimetres wide are the perfect size for engraving. That is because they can accommodate up to two rows of text. The Metal used in your band creates a difference Gold, By way of instance, is quite a soft metal and is the most preferred metal for engraving, especially classic hand engraving. For engraving done by a machine, the best results are located on silver and silver rings. Now We know what things to look out for, let us take a look at ten wedding ring engraving ideas you and your spouse could adopt for your rings: Romantic language
If You would prefer something that is romantic and unique however like the notion of utilizing an older term, think about an engraving in another language. The most well-known options are, French, Italian and Latin as they are some of the most romantic languages spoken from around the world. Go for something as simple as "My love" in a foreign language or; In French - "Pour tous jours" (For all days) In Latin - "Semper amemus" (Let us always adore) In Italian - "Il mio cuore eu768? tuo per sempre" (My heart is yours forever) Love Message Imprinted in your Finger
Above: Taking the engraving a little bit further: this was created possibly for its covetous kinds, who are anxious for their spouse to always show the marriage symbol (the imprint will stay even if he / she takes the ring off). Above:Even More intriguing: the whole message can be imprinted on your skin. This is the "Inner Message Collection" by Korean programmer Yoon Jung Yun. Engraved Fingerprints Rings
Above: We've seen many rings of the variety... a definite favorite with hipsters, geek kinds or just couples wanting to add the ultimate personification to the older tradition. As soon as you maintain this ring and imprint it, it's completely yours and yours only. Old English inscriptions
As Mentioned before, the tradition of "poesy" rings started many, many years back and so having a Old English phrase engraved on your ring might be a good idea. This is something that would have been discovered on a ring in the Middle Ages and is a great method of carrying on this old tradition. Think about picking a historical phrase which has a personal significance only for you. Something like, "Let nothing part but passing" or "This and I till I perish". Your Titles on the rings
Another Popular and personal trend for ring engravings is having your names on one another's rings - but on your own design! Tech has made it a lot easier for jewellers to make customized designs, so engraving your own personal handwriting on a ring is simpler than ever before. Of Course, this thought could depend on your partner's writing since a messy signature or title can just wind up looking like scratches, so make sure you practice writing titles out before doing this. If it works for you, signatures can make for beautiful inscriptions.
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2018.03.22 04:48 JSHenri A Funny Thing Happened at the Performance of Mulan on Ice

“Let’s get down to business – To defeat the Huns.”
The sounds of ice skates scraped a disharmony beneath the steady beat of snare drums and prerecorded orchestral styling. It was an incessant scratching and crunching noise not unlike chalk being pressed to the breaking point against a board; it was just another distraction to the crowds of dancing ice skaters that were wearing traditional East Asian dress. As the music swelled, a roar of approval echoed forth from five packed aluminum bleachers that flanked the sides of the tiny and overcrowded Stony Creek Ice Rink.
A man, shirtless and bulging with sinuous muscles glided as light as air across the ice bearing down on me with an accusing finger.
“Did they send me daughters, when I asked for sons?” He sang a colorful tune of dismissal and masculinity. And despite the powdered blush on his cheeks, and the dark eyeliners that caused dissonance between his lyrical presumptions and physical qualities, he was actually quite intimidating. This was Greg Ashmedai in character as Li Shang in Stony Creek’s first production of Disney’s Mulan on Ice.
A firm shove hit my shoulder pushing me back a step on the ice as Greg continued, ”You’re the saddest bunch I ever met – And you can bet before we’re through.” The actors considered his words with refined disappointment before he declared, “Mister, I’ll make a man out of you!”
This had been the most inappropriate situation I had expected to come out of my line of work. Three months ago a young woman had come into my office with pleading eyes and set in motion the events that would lead me to be playing the part of Mulan in a production of a 90’s animated movie.
“Miss . . . Mahlat?” I motioned for her to sit. “What can I help you with?
“I want to break up with my boyfriend,” She said bluntly.
I nodded and thumbed my way through her paperwork, “That can be done, could you explain the situation?”
Miss Mahlat offered a protracted sigh, “My boyfriend Greg has been doing some weird ritual shit in our apartment, and it is starting to worry me. I told him to stop but he just looks at me and yells weird shit at me.”
"Mhm, and have you tried breaking up with him yourself?” I asked. It was typical in this line of work that clientele would come to me to break up a pre-marital relationship before they themselves had put in the effort; I only served separation papers in the rare cases that the client’s significant other refused to acknowledge the break up.
“I did seven times.” Miss Mahlat frowned crooked annoyance, “I told him I would move out, and that I would be closing our shared bank account, but every time I do he turns off the lights in whatever room we are in and he looks at me like I’m not even there . . . and the late night chanting, I can never get used to that.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled a notebook from beneath a crumbling tower of papers and took note of what Miss Mahlat was saying. This seemed like a textbook case of occult fetishization.
“Chanting?” I inquired, “I take it they aren’t chants from a spectator sport.”
“Fuck no,” Miss Mahlat shook her head and her features darkened. “Whatever he is saying ain’t fucking English.”
Typical. Those who embroil themselves with neo-occultism will often search out mysterious passages from the Bible, or the Satanic Bible, or in fact any religious, spiritual, or philosophical text that they believe is deep enough to interest the ghost of someone who was murdered. Then they will run the text through imperfect software like Google Translate into Latin because they have some ill-concieved idea that everything otherworldly will in somehow derive its supernatural strength from extinct lingua francas. Sometimes neo-occultists are adventurous; sometimes they will translate passages into Arabic, or Celtic, maybe Chinese or Japanese once in a blue moon; it is not like it matters. They sit in front of a Ouija Board with a candle for three hours mispronouncing phrases from books that have been translated countless times over the course of a multi millennial game of telephone before they get bored and go to sleep.
As a Pre-Marital Separation Server, I deal with issues regarding occult fetishization more than I would ever care to admit. It is always someone getting way too involved in Wicca or LeVeyan Satanism, or they have just watched The Amityville Horror or some other movie involving the fucking Warrens and then out of nowhere they start to believe that they are the bridge to the netherworld.
I sighed callously, “What language is he chanting in?”
“Aramaic.” She replied before I had even closed my lips.
That was a surprise.
“You’re familiar with Aramaic?”
Miss Mahlat shrugged her shoulders as if she were pushing back against a great weight upon them, “I watch Passion of the Christ a lot, but Greg is speaking a weird version of it.”
“Old Aramaic?” The furrows on my forehead became trenches as I took in the information.
“How the fuck would I know?” Miss Mahlat responded bluntly. “Listen, I couldn’t care less. I just want to be done with him.”
I shook the surprise from my face and returned my focus to taking down notes. “Right . . . Well this is definitely cause enough for me to serve him a Letter of Separation. How would you like me to serve . . .” I glanced down at her paperwork, “. . . Greg.”
Miss Mahlat’s lips transmuted into a smile, “I want it to be public. He is always inside doing his ritual shit; he only goes out to rehearse at the theater.”
My eyebrow raised on its own accord, “Okay Miss Mahlat-”
“Please call me Agrat.”
I stared blankly at her paperwork to confirm that was indeed her first name, “Okay Agrat. You want me to go to one of his rehearsals and serve him. Correct?”
“No I want you to give him the letter at the performance in front of the entire audience.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
I set my notes down, “It is cruel and unnecessary embarrassment on his part. I have a moral code. I cannot cause the subject of separation undue stress like that. It isn’t right, besides I doubt I would be able to make it onto the stage.”
“It’s a musical on ice.” She interjected.
My eyes rolled, “Regardless I wouldn’t be able to make it onto the ice without someone stopping me, and I would end up ruining my business’s reputation.”
Agrat Mahlat snapped her fingers, “You join the production alongside him, you rehearse with him, and on the night of the first performance, you serve him.”
“I am not spending months of my time training to be in a musical just to serve one guy. It just isn’t economical. It is lost time and would definitely give my business a lot of negative publicity.”
“Seventy-five thousand dollars.” Agrat said in an almost muted voice.
“What?”
“I will give you seventy-five thousand dollars Mr. Davidson.” She repeated.
“You’re joking.”
“No, I never joke. I will give you fifteen hundred dollars a week in cash leading up to the first show and the rest after he’s been served. If you start this week that’ll be twelve weeks of advanced pay.
“Eighteen thousand in cash before I’ve done the job?” I stared at Agrat. My jaw was feeling heavy.
“And fifty-seven thousand after.” She confirmed. In my eyes, she had at last materialized. No longer was she just a customer. She was a lithe figure with a head of dark hair that wreathed her dusky face like a halo. Agrat’s lips were red as pomegranates and just the idea that this deal would be legitimate made me want to kiss them.
Seventy-five thousand dollars was nearly twice what I made in a year, and that would be for three months of work.
“What’s the play?” I beamed a smile.
“Mulan on Ice.” Agrat gave me a smoldering look, “The part of Mulan just opened up.”
Agrat’s proposal did not sit well with me. It was amoral, cruel, and needless, but she knew how to sooth my nerves. To say she seduced me after we had signed the legal documents would be an understatement. She pounced upon me; growling and hissing in my ears like a feral beast. We fucked wildly despite my initial inhibitions, and soon I realized that she was my absolution from a life of late nights alone in the quiet backwater town of Stony Creek.
I was four and living on the coast of Lake Superior when the cold days began. The lake would freeze for miles in the pitiless weather, and snows piled to the gutters of my house. I learned to ice skate then. It was the most direct way to the other towns along the lake, and the safest during those days. My parents were always terrified in those days; it was life to everyone my age, and it was fun like a constant adventure.
The cold days were later called the First Interregnum, and when everything quieted down my parents took me and moved to Appalachia where we were told it was safe. Generally that was true.
In tandem with my ice skating talents, I had also taken many drama classes in my tenure at the Stony Creek high school that has imparted upon me a talent in acting that I hitherto believed to be nonexistent. Jill, the director of Mulan on Ice was more than impressed and I was easily given the lead role alongside Greg. Every day for three months I practiced. When I was not practicing I was watching Mulan. When I was not watching Mulan I was watching Greg and his obnoxious mannerisms.
“Tranquil as a forest! But a fire within!” Greg belted to one of the five sets of bleachers that were overflowing with patrons. He slide across the ice rink toward the opposite set of bleachers like a swan on water singing, “Once you find your center! You are sure to win!”
He was showboating again. His mark was near the center of the rink, but instead he was bouncing between bleachers trying to build up hype in the audience. Of course those movement were not the ones that we had choreographed; Jill our director made that abundantly clear to Greg at rehearsal with her despotic demeanor. It was not like he would listen to her then, and she would not be able to reign him in now. His free-spirited movements likely were giving her an aneurism at that moment.
I followed the herd of actors who spun in sync to the cadence of the music and offered out our hands in gestures of grace and tranquility. We continued to respond to Greg as if he was actually where he was supposed to be; not that the audience cared. They were enthralled.
“You’re a spineless, pale, pathetic lot, and you haven’t got a clue!” Greg had crossed the rink to a third set of bleachers. I missed my mark as I watched him and struggled to get where I was supposed to again. Something did not feel right, but I could not place it. My hand went to my chest. The Letter of Separation was still in my breast pocket. The time was coming.
“Somehow I’ll make a man out of you!” He chorused as he started toward the fourth set of bleachers. Greg’s movements seemed frantic. His feet looked like they were heavy on the ice, and the blade cut deep troughs beneath him scattering ice chips as he went. He did a spin as her arrived at the bleachers and then was off to the fifth and final section of the audience.
The other actors piped in at last,
“I’m never gonna catch my breath,” sang Fat Tim as Chien Po.
“Say goodbye to those who knew me.” Davis croaked as Yao followed by Andy as Ling whining,
“Boy was I a fool for cutting gym!”
Greg skated from the last set of bleachers back to where he started. I started to follow him with my hand grasping for the letter. That is when I saw Agrat.
She was not simply standing at the entrance of the Stony Creek Ice Rink. No, she was a veritable pillar supporting the shifting atmosphere of the room. She was bare of any clothing; her breasts swollen and sagging above a stomach distended by a late term pregnancy that stretched her skin nearly to the point of tearing. I almost audibly gagged at the sight of her. Agrat looked nothing like she had during the nights alone when we would meet. Her eyes were sunken craters in her face and her hair was limp and thin. Her lips curled into a primal scowl as she waddled toward the ice; each of her steps were as impactful as a landslide.
Greg Admedai skated in front of me as he circled the rink.
Somewhere someone sang, “This guy’s got ‘em scared to death.”
Greg stopped his circuit and stared at me.
“I hope he doesn’t see right through me.” I spoke the lyric plainly. The music stopped.
Agrat wailed incoherently as she stepped onto the ice. Blood dripped from her loins into the fine grains of ice beneath her feet. Everyone came to a stop and stared in revulsion and horror as the woman yowled and sobbed toward the center of the rink. No one made a move to stop her or to help her. No one did a goddamn thing. There was no random cadence to her screams. It was patterned, it was ordered in its own chaotic way. Agrat was screaming something that no one but she and Greg could understand.
In the control booth, I saw Jill try and turn off the lights that beamed down on the rink with panic marking her eyes. She was undoubtedly thinking of how to salvage the show’s first review.
From the breast pocket of my costume I pulled the Letter of Separation from my shirt and skated at Greg with it held before me.
“Greg Ashmedai, you have been—” His fist wrought devastation onto my cheek and I found myself without breath on the ice with Greg looming over me.
“Greg! What the fuck are you doing?” Tim yelled rushing past Agrat with Davis and Andy on his heels.
“Succumb to divinity ye ephemeral insects.” Greg’s tone was an immeasurable tide washing over them. His posture was of geological permanence.
Agrat shrieked again. She was sprawled on the ice with her legs parted and blood oozing a perimeter around her. The tide found its way into the trenches cut by the skaters. None were as deep as Greg’s, and through those aqueducts ran a sanguineous river throughout the ice rink. The audience was transfixed, the actors perplexed, Tim pissed off, and Jill from her vantage point scrunched her face in tactful disgust.
She mouthed incredulously, “A star?”
I rubbed my face. Blood dripped from my nose into one of the deep trenches in the ice. A star? I watched the blood run promptly through the cracks. A star? My eyes widened, “A fucking pentagram!” I scrambled to my feet and skated into a leap over the wall of the ice rink just as the shrill cries of a newborn echoed out.
The lights above glowed and burst in a shower of glass. In place of darkness there was a gold and super violet glow of preternatural design.
“Ray Davidson. See what thou hast wrought,” Greg crooned to me.
I stood alone in Stony Creek. The actors were gone. The audience was gone. Within the ice rink stood Greg holding a malformed mass of bloody limbs in the center of a blood drawn pentagram. Agrat Mahlat stood beside him as a drapery of skin.
“What the fuck?” I whispered half in disgust and the other half fractionally divided between confusion, anger, and disappointment on the status of my payment.
“Behold, for I am Asmodeus King of the Nine Hells, regent of Lust.” He lowered his mouth to the creature in his hands and consumed it. With every bite his form twisted and cracked.
“He is our son Ray,” Agrat croaked. The skin from her arms sagged down like a pair of leathery wings as she raised them in a welcoming gesture to Ray.
“What the fuck?” I repeated as I struggled backwards on my ice skates.
The pentagram glowed an incandescent sunbeam yellow and radioactive purple. Space shifted in four dimensions within it. What was once Greg Ashmedai simultaneously stood a fetus and an angel with three faces and thirteen wings shifting like tendrils into the past and the future. Within the shifting event horizon Agrat was at once a transmorphic bat and a crucifixion. As it was in the First Interregnum and all those that followed, the two figures stood as unyielding forces of condensed energy.
I looked up upon the face of what was once Greg. It shifted and morphed like a pot of boiling water in which the bubbles were cubes of irradiated flesh.
“Proclaim the coming of the new age upon thy nation.” Asmodeus bellowed as a cosmic giant.
At this horrible absurdity to logic, I kicked off my ice skates and ran toward the exit.
“Ray!” Jill’s voice moaned from the control booth prompting me to turn with gritted teeth. She stood hunched over the control panel clutching at a stump of an arm. “We have to kill it! We have to stop this.”
The building trembled as chunks of the ceiling were being ripped into the quantum quandary before them. “Herald my coming mortals!” Admodeus cried out as his arm, a twisting spatial anomaly of flesh and stardust tore through the roof exposing the blood moon above.
“No we don’t!” I yelled over the droning vacuum and engorgement of infinitely shifting matter in superposition. “We can just leave.” I jabbed my finger in the direction of the door.
“Yes. Flee. Feed me fear. Allow me to engorge gluttonously upon your cowardice and the weakness of man.” Asmodeus stepped from the ice rink as the approximation of stillness. The air chilled as matter slowed its vibrations. His glare was an edged ninety degree angle. “There is naught but death for those who remain. Flee boy.”
I jerked my head to the side at the comment, “Fuck off dick.”
“Do something dumbass!” Jill yelled punching the control panel for an act of divine providence. Music echoed throughout the building stirring my spirit and boiling my blood. Three months of rigorous practice had drilled the lyrics into my head, and the words echoed through my skull filling in the backtrack.
“Be a man!
We must be swift as coursing river!”
I dove for my ice skates as Asmodeus swung a twisting mass in my direction.
“Be a man!
With all the force of a great typhoon!”
I tied the laces of the skates together in a tight knot and stood up with as much gusto as I could muster. With a twist of my wrist I began to twirl the bladed shoe beside me.
“Be a man!
With all the strength of a raging fire!”
I flourished my weapon, spun it, and slung it in a wild arc into his eye.
“Mysterious as the dark side of the moon!”
The being quivered as the blade struck it not just in the present, but in all actualities where logic ordained that a Biblical demon would be present at a musical. Transdimensional blood boiled out from Asmodeus beneath the Moon which coincidentally was facing the incorrect direction.
“Fuck!” Asmodeus roared in pain.
“. . . you’re unsuited for the rage of war. So pack up, go home, you’re through. How could I make a man out of you?”
I picked up another loose pair of ice skates from the ground and held them toward Asmodeus menacingly, “I’ll do it again if you don’t get out of here mother fucker!”
“Dost thou try to banish me? Foolhardy and damned as you are. My will is unbreakable, my desire unquenchable. I am the passage of time, the transit of the Moon. You cannot cause me pause, you cannot stop the tide.” Asmodeus drew himself up as a many headed beast, winged and terrible.
It was right around that time that I had enough.
“Fuck it,” I said throwing down the ice skates. If he was going to kill me, he would kill me. It was not like I would be able to do anything against a being that occupied four dimensional space and could see the past and future simultaneously.
“What?” Asmodeus paused.
“Listen. Greg I was trying to serve you a Letter of Separation. Miss Mahlat does not want to date you anymore!” I yelled out over the music and gestured to the letter ceiled in its envelope laying on the ice rink. “I don’t want any part of this alright? Just look at the letter so I can go home.”Agrat was standing in the ice rink scratching her arm and looking like someone who had just wandered into the wrong classroom and felt too uncomfortable to leave right away. “Also Agrat-”
She looked up. I saw her as the exotic beauty that had entered my office that day three months ago. Her lips were curled into a frown, but as they curled downward her face sagged and into the mass of poorly bound skin around bone.
“Fuck you, I expect to receive the rest of my payment by the end of the week.”
“What is this?” Asmodeus gestured at the opened letter in the maelstrom of his hand. He shifted his gaze toward Agrat, “You wanted to break up with me?” His voice cracked.
Agrat bit her lip. I think. What it looked like was the two dimensional triangle that made up her lower jaw was slightly overlapping the Anubis head that was the rest of her head, “Fuck Greg, I just hated that you were spending so much time with this play. I never see you anymore.”
I gestured at Jill to come with me and we quietly made our exit. It was a personal conversation that neither of us felt we needed to be near, and frankly neither of us really understood the implications of it either.
“So you were just trying to serve him a Letter of Separation this whole time?” Jill asked as we entered the parking lot.
I scratched my head sheepishly, “Yeah . . . Sorry. I really did like the production, I was just offered a lot of money.”
Jill laughed holding her right hand against the stump of her opposite arm, “That’s fine! You did great.”
“Thanks, I tried really hard.”
“Why did she want you to serve the letter during the production?”
“She wanted to humiliate him or something,” I shrugged, “I thought it was a bit immature, but money is money.”
Jill looked confused, “Then why did she interrupt you before you could serve him?”
I shrugged, “I hadn’t thought of that. It really doesn’t make sense.” Behind us an eruption of noise echoed out of the ice rink and throughout the town of Stony Creek. “We should probably get you to a hospital,” I said.
“Preferably one out of town.” Jill smiled.
I agreed, “There’s a clinic in Cliffside that I can take you to.”
My car chirped as I unlocked it. The hood caved in slightly by a baseball sized chunk of concrete that must have freed itself from the ice rink during the interruption of the musical. That was my luck. Of course I could walk out of the site of the first demonic interregnum in four years unscathed, but my car will get damaged. My eyes rolled, “I’ll have to find a body shop as well.”
Blood smeared across the center console of my car as Jill struggled to buckle her seatbelt, “You could . . .” She fought to fasten the buckle with the stump of her arm momentarily, “. . . You could see Ma Pristina. She can fix anything.”
“Is she a mechanic?”
Jill shook her head, “No. She’s a prophet.”
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