Chronicles
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You will see this on another art site, under the ID of Eclectia. That is because Eclectia is me. So is DSWilde! Anything bad you read about either is only borne out of jealousy. * grin * Here is what the description says: I was inspired by a wonderful photograph of some stairs in France (you can find it in my favorites) to finish this piece. Took me several hours to complete – not quite sure how many severals but more than usual, I can tell you! I have many variations that now I must decide to toss or keep. This is how I end up with a room cluttered by disks! Thank you for the inspiration, handsome man whose name I forget! This illustration is for a story I started long ago, which has altered much over time, and so far is just something I amuse myself with. It is being considered to finally set it down all in words and to send it out into the world. I’m a little hesitant as once it is penned (so to speak) it will be permanently as written and. . well .. I guess all children must grow up and be what they will, even the ones we create in our minds and with our hands. Yes? and here is what the handsome man, whose name I forget had to say: *euristis:iconeuristis: Jan 9, 2007, 6:17:11 AM / wow! Thank you so much, your postwork is amazing! I’m honored! :hug: / — / You can answer me in French, English or Italian…as you wish / Portfolio: www.euristis.com / Personal (french): www.cerise-b.com Just so you know I had his permission to play with his stairs! / ...................................................................................................... The Mad Queen Ardeliah is from the land of Ordine, in the world of Ordem, in a parallel’esque universe. Or, if she’s not strictly from the land of Ordine, it is, at least, wherein she has/is reign(ed)
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I have been fortunate to enjoy my favorite books in epic style whether exploring Tolken’s Middle Earth in the Lord of the Rings or the profound and stunning classics, The Chronicles of Narnia by the eminent C.S. Lewis. I thought it would be interesting and informative to pair my photographs with my favorite children’s books when the imagery is appropriate to a particular book or series of books. Doing a series on Jung’s concept of the Shadow works well with several of my images. There is no way of comparing these literary masterpieces, all inspiring and life altering written by the most brilliant writers for children in the genre of imaginative literature. These books are treasures that are read and reread by ourselves or hopefully to the children in our life who embrace the import of these fascinating journeys. Like a beautiful piece of art, every reading has more depth and new discoveries that were not evident in the first reading. CS Lewis’ masterpiece, The Chronicles of Narina have been loved for many generations. Fantastic creatures, and epic battles between good and evil - what more could any reader ask for in one book? The first book that has it all is the lion, the witch and the wardrobe, written in 1949 by C. S. Lewis. But Lewis did not stop there. Six more books followed, and together they became known as The Chronicles of Narnia. For the past fifty years, The Chronicles of Narnia have transcended the fantasy genre to become part of the canon of classic literature. Each of the seven books is a masterpiece, drawing the reader into a world where magic meets reality, and the result is a fictional world whose scope has fascinated generations. All seven books of The Chronicles of Narnia continue to captivate fans with adventures, characters, and truths that speak to all readers, even fifty years after the books were first published. Since these epic worlds are well known, many have not read one of the most affecting series of children’s books, the Earth Sea trilogy written by the brilliant Ursula Le’ Guin better known for her adult books in the science fantasy/genre. Although these great writers cannot be compared for the genius of their literary achievements, people are captivated more by some of these chronicles of fantasy than others. I was deeply affected by Le’ Guin’s books and the evil force that threatened the greatest mage in Earthsea’s history, The Shadow. I described the concept of Jung’s Shadow in my narrative attached to my photograph, Shadow People. Earth Sea is a world of vast oceans and islands where magic is every-present and technology is limited to wind and muscle power. The planet’s human inhabitants live on a series of islands where they scratch out a living as mariners, craftspeople, or fisher folk. Those who display an aptitude for sorcery are sent to study at the Wizard’s Academy on the Island of Roke. Trained by masters, they are taught the magical arts and the power must be used responsibly. Graduates of the Academy perform a variety of tasks, including healing and weather working. They also protect the population from dangerous beasts, like the dragons who sometimes take up residence near inhabited areas. Perhaps the greatest mage in Earthsea’s history was Ged, who later took the name of Sparrowhawk. Born on the rocky isle of Gont seen in this photograph, Ged exhibited a talent for magic at an early age. Apprenticed to a local wizard called Orion, his thirst for knowledge eventually led him to Roke. Ged was an impulsive student who allowed his classmates to goad him into acting foolishly. Determined to prove his skills, he tried to summon a dead woman’s spirit. The attempt backfired, releasing a shadow-beast from the twilight realm between life and death. Temporarily banished by a teacher’s sacrifice, it returned to stalk Ged. To survive, the young wizard was forced to conquer his fear of the shadow and confront the monster his misuse of power had released. Although lacking true substance, the shadow-beast is able to assume many different forms, including a bear-like shape, the semblances of several of God’s friends, and a doppelganger of he young wizard. It also has the power to seize control of people and transform them into gibbets, mindless puppets subject to its will. Unaffected by gravity, the shadow- beast can drift through the air and walk on water. A silent, ghostly presence, it is truly nightmarish and the more Ged flees from the shadow, the more powerful the demon becomes threatening to annihilate him until he travels to the Farthest Shore. What happens when we run away from our shadow, the dark parts of our psyche that are disowned only to appear in destructive form? This question was most brilliant addressed by C.G. Jung and his associates who understood that if we don’t meet the shadow in ourselves, the dark side of human nature as it appears in families, relationships, work, spirituality, politics and creativity, we will live a live avoiding the critical disowned parts of ourselves. In Jung’s autobiography, Memories, Dreams and Reflections, his dream reveals the powerful lesson that Ged learned as he earned his place as a mature man who finally knew how to deal with what terrorized him. Jung’s dream reveals the importance of his quest: “It was night and in some unknown place, and I was making slow and painful headway against a mighty wind. Dense fog was flying along everywhere. I had my hands cupped around a tiny light that threaten to go out at any moment. Everything depended on my keeping this little light alive. Suddenly, I had the feeling that something was coming up behind me. I looked back and saw a gigantic black figure following me. But at the same moment I was conscious in spite of my terror that I must keep my little light going through night and wind, regardless of he dangers. When I awoke I realized at once that the figure was my one my own shadow on the swilling mists, brought into being the little light I was carrying. I knew too that this little light was my consciousness. the only light I have. Through infinitely small and fragile in comparison with the powers of darkness, it is still a light, my only light.” All the feelings and capacities that are rejected by the ego and exiled into the shadow contribute to the hidden power of the dark side of human nature. However, not all of them are what we consider to be negative traits. This dark treasury includes our infantile parts, emotional attachments, neurotic symptoms, as well as our undeveloped talents and gifts. The shadow retains contact with the lost depth of the soul, impacting our life energy, creativity and vitality. One young patient of mine drew all his monsters and told me they were too many to destroy. He was overwhelmed by them in night terrors and nightmares as they appeared repeatedly in his dreams. I suggested that maybe we did not have to destroy them, but first name them and take one at a time to see if we could work with them so they would no longer frighten him. Establishing a working alliance with the monster was an important step in therapy. He drew a picture of a dark staircase where he drew himself following me into a dark dungeon where the monsters lived. He told me that as long as I am with him and walked in front with my flashlight, he would go down the stairs to the basement where the monsters lived. He was less afraid with me as his guardian in the light of day especially given the intensity of his ghoulish and demonic monsters that appeared in his dreams at night. He also drew a treasure chest in a corner of the basement that also existed in the dark subterranean realm of his unconscious. I said the problem is that without working with the darkness and the monsters that lived underneath, he could not use the treasures in the box that were overflowing with bright and glowing goods. Like Ged, he eventually discovered that all he had to do was to stop running and to turn around to meet the “shadow-beasts” and when he confronted them, they disappeared never to appear again. This is the powerful message of Le Guin’s trilogy that mirrors Jung’s concept of meeting the shadow for psychological integration. My brave young patient who integrated his shadow monsters was also able to use his immense creativity as he grew into a mature man and became an accomplished architect. We can’t compromise our gifts by running from the shadow, an integral part of ourselves. Meeting the shadow calls for slowing the pace of life, listening to the body’s cues, and allowing ourselves time to be alone in order to digest the cryptic messages from the hidden world. It is more important today to confront and own the dark side of human nature when the most devastating effects are made visible to us on a global level. The world has become a stage for the collective shadow. Series: The Earthsea Novels Author: Ursula Le’ Guinn
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blindfold the impressionable, it’s… shawhouse’s first nudie calendar!
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A series depicting the scenes of Jackson Park in my home town of Windsor,Ontario, Canada, I wanted to explore the ever changing scenery from year to year through this series and how life in the park looks and changes / These photos were taken on September 29 th 2008 / I’ve never seen such rich, vivid, and vibrant colours as I did yesterday, compared to the spring and summer time blooms…these are brilliant in colour / ( a side note ) / This was the place that I married my ex back in 1973…I try not to hold it against the park ;) I hope you enjoy / Cheers / Bear
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Book One of The Seriphyn Knight Chronicles / Book cover here The Blurb Welcome to the Realm of Leinard. The year is the 167th reign of the Great Emperor Leinard. You have stepped into a realm where magic dwells and anything is possible, at the heart of it all is a young girl named Neven. It hasn’t been easy for Neven. She almost drowned, was sold into slavery and now she must help four men locate magical doors known only as Tsazcuths. Fabled objects rumoured to grant the one who unlocks them ultimate power, wealth, pain or death. It’s getting ugly. Want to see how she goes? Open the book and begin the journey. COMING SOON TO MYSTIC MOON PRESS
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Armed with only a piggy gun, a wicked sense of humour and her imagination, Crack Zapper fearlessly treads the waterfront searching for the shadow menace,her trusty sidekick Harry Enus never far away. Neither of them aware of the imminent danger approaching. nb. the characters portrayed in this image are real.any resemblance to persons living is purely intentional. THIS IS NOT ME!
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It’s been a while since Jojo and Annie had some time to clear the air…here is the next installment of the Sportmodel Chronicles, I thought it was time they got some things ‘out in the open.’ ;-) Please see my journal for the entire chapter…thanks everyone! Chapter 7 – Clearing the Air The sun was already set and the moon was fairly high in the sky by the time Jojo and Annie embarked upon their journey to find the renegade spaceships. It was a stunningly beautiful sunset. Annie couldn’t help but think fondly about Jojo who was flying slightly behind her toward the deep red and orange sky. Jojo was equally lost in his own thoughts about Annie. He had so much he needed to tell her, it just wasn’t fair to hold his feelings back, and also the other issues he wanted to share with her about their pasts. He was so afraid to tell Annie about the secrets he held inside, and it was killing him. “Annie” said Jojo, hoping she was listening. “Yes, Jojo.” She replied with hope in her voice. “I don’t want you to come with me on this trip to find the renegades.” He said matter-of-factly to the surprised Annie. “What?” She replied, confused. “You heard me Annie.” Jojo replied with a somber tone in his voice. He sounded so sad and hollow to Annie. “Why now JoJo? What happened between now and when we left the bugs?” She added. “Annie, can we hover over here by this tree and that old boat sitting over there?” Jojo replied without answering her question. “Sure.” Annie replied, wondering what the heck was going on. “So, what do you want to talk about Jojo?” She began. “Annie, what do you know about your past, you know before the robot wars and all that?” Jojo started, throwing Annie totally off. “I know I was Dr. Anna Sibel, an aeronautical engineer.” She replied very honestly. Jojo felt his temperature fluctuate. “So what happened to your human form?” Jojo carried on, trying to maintain composure as he fought with the desire to gush his feelings for her. “My DNA and consciousness was placed in this ship for safekeeping.” She replied, somewhat sadly. “Who did that to you?” Jojo asked. “Dr. Lazar.” She answered, then added “What about you, Jojo, who are you really?” She asked. “I, er, am not sure…I think the crash took out my main memory sensor.” He lied. “I see,” said Annie, detecting something in Jojo’s voice that she just couldn’t put her radar sensors on.
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Obviously it’s not actually flying as there is no pilot and the propellor isn’t moving…I don’t have photoshop so I just cloned out the column that holds the plane in place.
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50 things about me that you didn't need to know
by Arletta50 things about me you didn’t need to know...
50 things about me you didn’t need to know is a post made, by Karin Taylor who is a person of “talent”: http://www.redbubble.com/people/karin/art/1553234-1-pilgrimage and very interesting answers! The ones below are mine. 1. Do you like blue cheese? / I used to, bleu cheese salad dressing anyway. Me and dairy do not get along! / 2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? / Oh, yes! I used to smoke like a mad fiend, at times, especially when drinking, and I smoked for years. In fact, when I was a kid, I knew I’d be smoking as an adult. Why? Don’t know. I was just sure I would and saved one of the coolest lighters I’d ever seen, just for the occasion. British flag “pen” lighter with a gold clip and base. Don’t have it anymore, though; and, I stopped smoking over a decade ago. 3. Do you own a gun? / No, but I know how to beat intruders with whatever comes to hand, so I don’t often need one. Dad does, upstairs, though. / 4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? / Only been to Sonic once, didn’t add any flavor at all. Wasn’t particularly impressed, though I noticed they had good prices on some things at certain days and times. My son loved it, but he didn’t add any flavors, either. 5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? / Yes, but that’s because I’m used to doctors denying that I’m actually ill or coming up with stupid “it’s in your head” answers to my problems. I have fibromyalgia and a very weak immune system, as well as resultant issues. 6. Do you like hot-dogs? / Sometimes. I either love them or hate them: there is no in-between. 7. Favorite Christmas Song? / None, as I don’t celebrate Christmas since it’s commercial, based on gluttony, on the wrong day, and allegedly a birthday celebration for a person who was born into a people who did not celebrate birthdays (except for the ones who allowed their religion to be corrupted by pagan celebrations), the Christmas tree is a representation of another very nasty sort of tree that was decorated with bits of enemis according to one source – or bits of the flesh of worshippers according to another source; and, regardless of where the tree is from, the whole thing is a compromise between Roman pagan traditions and Christian worship in an attempt to subdue the rabble. I do not admire hypocrisy or those who would corrupt their faith just to prevent a fight, and this rabble will not be subdued! 8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? / Water and orange juice, sometimes coffee with soy milk. I usually get the water! lol 9. Can you do push-ups? / Probably not right now, but I could before and I will again, God willing. 10. What’s your favorite meal? / Well .. hm … depends on mood. I think my favorite to cook, when I’m in the mood for cooking, is some version of spaghetti; but, I cook most days and I like a variety. My favorite meal for when I want satisfaction and not much work is tuna and rice with onion, and a wee bit of butter. So simple, especially if you have a microwave and canned tuna! 11. What’s your favorite piece of jewelry? / None. I have several pieces, but I pretty much never wear jewelry. 12. Favorite hobby? / Life! It’s very time consuming, but I think I’m starting to get good at it. 13. Do you work with people who idolize you? / Err .. no, and I never have. I work with people who like me, though! 14. Name a trait that you hate about yourself? / I have wild urges to say the wrong thing, and they are most compelling. I mean the WRONG thing, like “So, how do you feel about being called a faggot?” or telling a tale of racism gone bad just as soon as a person of some other rather noticeably different race comes in, or .. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain. It’s not an urge to be mean or anything, and I read that it’s related to Asperger’s . I’m pretty sure that Thomas had the same problem: “Oh yeah? Let’ me put my hand in the hole, and then I’ll believe.” That sort of thing. Bad taste, but often, when used correctly, resulting in good journalism. It also manifests itself in an urge to argue the opposite point, or question things, just to test parameters. “Your artwork is lovely!” someone says. / “Compared to what? It’s quite possible it’s more your mood, you know, than the actual piece.” Bad example, but correct form. 16. Middle name? / Helen. Paul McCartney had a song wherein he sang, “Helen, Helen, hell on wheels .. ain’t nobody else going to know the way she feels .. Helen, hell on wheels .. and they’re never gonna take her away!” or something like that. It made me feel much better about my middle name. / 17. Name 3 thoughts at this moment: / Oh, so THIS is what warmed over death feels like! / Better hurry and wake up my son / Don’t forget the Bible. / 18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday: / Sandwiches, sodas, and brownies for everyone at home! 19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink. / Water / Diet Soda / Tea or Coffee (one or the other, but not usually during the same day) 20. Current worry right now? / Physical health / Time / My son going back to Alaska 21. Current hate right now? / Being ill and no one respecting my weak immune system issues. 22. Favorite place to be? / In bed with a good book 23. How did you bring in New Years? / Come now! You saw my answer on Christmas! Do you really want to go there? 24. Favorite place to go? / I think I’d like to go to Karin Taylor’s favorite place. Uhm .. Seward, Alaska, in th summer, when the wind is blowing in the right direction. 25. What is your most recurring dream? / Many and varied. One of the worst ones involves being forced to marry someone everyone thinks is right for me, but who totally is not. 26. Introvert or extrovert? / Yes! Either a very introverted extrovert or an introvert with extroverted tendencies. I’m great on stage, or I was last I heard, but bad with my social skills and would prefer a nice corner with a book to being the center of attention. 27. What color shirt are you wearing? / Lime green tank top. Need to go change, though. 28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? / No, nor silk either. I don’t like the sensation of falling off the bed and I can’t imagine why anyone would think they were good for your sex life. You need some sort of traction to move. Maybe they are for people who don’t know how to move??? / 29. Can you whistle? / Sometimes a little, sometimes quite well and sound like a bird, but mostly no. 30. Favorite color(s)? / Err .. all of them? Midnight blue, orange-red, blue-green, green-blue, black, brown, copper, bronze, silver, rust, raisin brown; and I love a mixture of blues and greens together, with or without a little purple or other colors added. 31. Would you be a pirate? / I am a pirate, just not a particularly mean one. I know this, as someone British and official told me once “Good God! You ARE a pirate, after all!” based on something I did and my general outlook on life. 32. What songs do you sing in the shower? / Usually, none. Or just made up gibberish. 33. Favorite girl’s name? / None 34. Favorite boy’s name? / Geoffrey Stuart Anthony Gunn 35. What’s in your pocket right now? / Nothing! 36. Last thing that made you laugh? / Something on Horatio Hornblower, IV. 37. Bed sheets as a child? / Whatever came to hand, if I had them at all. 38. Worst injury you’ve ever had? / No idea! Psychologically, it was walking away from my daughter, I think. i had to do it, or go to jail, and I’d be no good to her in jail, but it still hurts. I should say that it was not related to anything I did. Just that my Ex was well connected and we were getting divorced, so I ended up with very bad visitation rights and my daughter was begging me not to leave, clinging to my leg, screaming and crying as if she was afraid for her life. She probably was, too! 39. Do you love where you live? / I’m beginning to like the house enough to think of it as home, but no. I love Alaska, maybe I could love Scotland or Ireland to some degree, but no .. this is a nasty little town where one has to warn one’s children to beware of the police, for goodness sake! 40. How many TV’s are in your house? / Probably 4. i’m only involved with one. We have more computers than tvs, and no one actually watches television, just movies from Netflix and such. 41. What is your worst habit? / Eating cheese and/or ice cream, by how much it impacts my life. Cussing, by how much it impacts other’s lives. Thinking about sex too much, by the way it affects my relationship with God. Or maybe that’s cheese, too. 42. How many dogs do you have? / None, but there are two dogs here in this house. They are sort of communal dogs. 43. Does someone have a crush on you? / Last I heard, yes. 45. What is your favorite book? / Outside of the Holy Scriptures, there’s no such fish. Well, Chronicles of Ordine: Book 1: Sacred Beggar Boy , or Reggie The Evil Milkshake Volume 1 , but that’s because I wrote them. 46. What is your favorite candy? / Varies; but, mostly I’d prefer cake to candy. Oh wait, when I can get them, I like Java Twix. / 47. What is your favorite sports team? / The one that quietly goes away without forcing me to watch or buy anything. After that, the Harlem Globetrotters, for being interesting. 48. What song do you want played at your funeral? / Also depends on mood. Truthfully, I’d prefer no funeral or death, either. Sometimes I think Killed by Death would be appropriate with the chorus of “And I ain’t gonna be easy, easy, the only time I’m going to be easy is when I’m killed by death..” And sometimes I think Caught in a Dream with the lines “Thought that I was living ,but you can’t really tell Been trying to get away from that success smell.” would work nicely. Maybe there could be a dance and lots of songs. I love music! 49. What were you doing at 12 AM last night? / Coughing, more than likely, and wishing for sleep. Maybe finishing the book ‘Mossflower’. 50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? / A conglomeration of Bible, oil pulling, needing a shower, breakfast, wake the boys up, what will I wear, etc. Oh, and about the boy who owns my favorite name, sadly!
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The Chronicles of Australis #1
by Brett FosterAn Extract from the diary of Walter Natural. The Chronicles of Australis, Chapter One – Melancholy Isle.
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Life with the Cardinals
by Bonnie Taylor BarryParenting is definitely a shared duty with the cardinals, and bringing new life into the world is a cycle as natural as breathing . . .
This is my three-weeks journal of “Life with the Cardinals” . . . This is not for anybody in a rush; it’s a bit long and may take a little while to read, but I hope you enjoy it. Wish I could upload the illustrated version that has a picture with each paragraph! Sure would appreciate some feedback; it’s always good to get another’s point of view.
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A Chronicle of Boredom (Rant Aftermath)
by AbyssalSoulAfter all that ranting (which you can read here ) I was finally …
After all that ranting (which you can read here ) I was finally able to go to the customs and pick up the frame print. Now, what a lame thing I got the letter on saturday as that put me on anxious mood for two days and I couldn’t sleep pretty much today. Rest assured, I finally came back home with the framed print. Just I wish things could’ve been a bit easier. I’m not blaming bad luck or that crap, perhaps I have to blame myself and anxiety (but, come on, who the hell wouldn’t be anxious when you are expecting something? apathy is obviously not my style). So, today we had an unusual cold… but that’s how spring works. I decided to go early (around 11am, these guys open at 10am). After a boring 1-hour bus trip to the other side of the city, I finally reached my destination. Blam. First weird thing: the place seems kinda empty… if not… abandoned? What the???!!!! As I approach I discover the central was closed till 2pm because the personal was on strike. WHY IN HELL THEY DON’T F-—-- TELL THIS ANYWHERE????? The postal office has a damn website, they should use it (note: they don’t…) I wasn’t the only one pissed. So yeah, it was already 12pm, time for lunch so I decided to go back home and eat something. After ANOTHER hour, I finally got back home. I assure you I almost lose faith and stayed but I decided to return for the package. You only have 3-4 working days to pick it up the before paying some stupid and obscene “storage taxes” and whatnot. When it’s about paying, they open the doors quickly. When it comes to get stuff that it’s meant for YOU, they can gently leave you waiting for four hours. So yeah, this is what happened later. I left at 2pm, got there again at 3pm to find out there were 100 people before me and had to wait till 5pm to JUST deliver my letter and declare I was there to retire the framed print. Don’t worry, I had fun at least. People united in boredom! XD There was an old man mumbling the system has stayed the same (only with a couple of computers) since the ‘50s. A german guy who couldn’t believe he was there for a measly 300g letter, a funny asian couple who just wouldn’t stop cursing in (I think) korean and a taiwanese who truly showed me what patience is. Sadly, this is endemic to Argentina, probably our worst side. It’s like we got trapped in a wormhole we can’t get out from (or they won’t let us). It’s 2007 and we are forming a disordered line of 200 people just to declare and hand over a little piece of paper! I didn’t get to the best part: another 50 mins of waiting to be called by a customs officer, open the package, check if it was ok or it had drugs, a bomb, or something (you know, these aussies are bloody terrorists, mate!). Once that was done and I signed all the boring papers I was finally free to go back home. I left with the sun up there in the sky, I came back with the sun burying deep in the horizon. 6:10pm. So I kinda lost 6 hours in waitings/travelling. Funny note? I reviewed yesterday’s newspaper and the back note put in big letters how difficult is to make public stuff like getting your passport, document or PAYING A TICKET (yes, a freaking ticket/infraction for passing a semaphor and such)... sadly they forgot to add that it’s a pain in the ass to recieve a package from another country. I heard bad stuff about Australian Post but please don’t let it turn into a troglodite XIX century service for the love of god. Same with trains. I heard stuff like: “OMG PEOPLE TRAVEL ALL CRAMPED” and such. You think you saw it all? See “El Tren de los Cartoneros” and you will see what a destroyed train system is. This link might hurt some sensibilities but we are used to see this weird contrasts. For example, I read stuff about the australian aborigins, do people take them into account? I’m fearing they might suffer something similar… which is bad. :( - rant over - So, after all that lame complaint you think… how did I even get here? If you endured all my boring blabbering, here comes the nice part: RED BUBBLE ELVES YOU ROCK!!!!!! I cannot believe it! The framed print is freaking amazing, the resolution, the quality of the material (and how polished the wood-like thingie is!), and even how it survived all the journey back in time to this place!!!! Yeah, the bubblewrap resisted, everything was in order. My family just won’t stop staring in awe at the picture, like, “wow, aussie quality” (come on, laugh!) But yeah, we are more than happy with the results. And that is what matters! Despite all the crap, this alone is positive enough to outcome and totally destroy the crappy part. So, there you have it. The history of an odyssey and a lot of waiting, jejeje. AS Over and Out. Yeah, yeah, I will quit the ranting for now. I’m working on something I’ll upload soon.
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The Chronicles of Australis #2
by Brett Fosteran extract from / The Chronicles of Australis, Chapter Two – Jack’s Back. It was a cold, wet August night in Melbourne and the stre…
I can’t really imagine anyone taking the time to read the whole thing but if you do I’d be interested in your feedback. This is a small part of one of many stories I’ve put aside over the years and is presented here unedited – I’m interested to know if the story line is at least interesting. NB: This is part of a story that could eventually span 40 chapters, 7 of which are draft completed. Any feedback at all will be much appreciated
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My life has been greatly enriched since I met Mrs. Redbird. She and I spend hours together, but most of the time she doesn’t even know I’m close by. I watch from my hiding place as she sets serenely on her three speckled eggs. Sometimes she gets a bit drowsy but never keeps her eyes closed for more than a few seconds. Always on the lookout, always wary, she is on red alert constantly. Every now and then she appears to be yawning when she stretches her beak open as she is doing in this photo. She looks curiously at ants that crawl past her and may swipe at them, but I’ve never seen her eat one yet. When crows caw, she cranes her neck upward and a look of fear comes into her eyes. That sound always gets her undivided attention. Once, she sang out loudly, a short little tune; I thought she may have been signaling her husband who dropped by for a visit only once while I was on watch duty. Every half hour or so, she stands up in the nest and appears to be turning the eggs or readjusting them and then she resumes her brooding position. Sometimes, she changes her position from a northward stance to a southward stance, or she rotates from east to west. If I happen to move too much, she flees the nest in a flash so I try to stay quiet, camouflaged, and unflinching. Some people may think I’m kooky to watch a little bird for so long, but I like to think of it as a friendship, one that never bores me and never grows tiring. I’ll be back later with more tales from my life with Mrs. Redbird.
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Odd Thomas versus Angela
by ArlettaI, fairly recently, finally gave in to what, in some respects, was pressure from outside of myself and was, in other respects, pressure f…
I, fairly recently, finally gave in to what, in some respects, was pressure from outside of myself and was, in other respects, pressure from myself alone and began reading the Odd Thomas series by Dean Koontz. I had been avoiding them because some people told me unpleasant things about how much his stories were like the ones I was writing about Ordine and Ordem. This began, most especially, after I changed the name of a small town from Cacafroon, as it had been since long before I had known who Douglas Adams was, to Piccolo Rancido (I hope I spelled that right) which means ‘small and rancid” Mr. Koontz has a town called Pico Mundu, or some such spelling, which means, apparently, small perfection. What is exceptionally odd about this to me, even more odd than that we’d both choose to use a smilar tactic when choosing names for towns (as we apparently have) is that I changed the name of the town in or about 1997. Or, maybe it was 1999. Whatever! The point is, it was quite some time before 2003 and 2003 is the year of the date when, according to the book I just finished reading, the series started being published. So I am not in the least worried, after having read the first book, that Mr. Koontz would ever look at what I have written and think “Oh, that’s just like my book!” because, no, it’s not. It’s not even close, except for that they both have humans who have parents, and they are written in English, etc. You could confuse Star Trek and Stargate easier than you could confuse ‘Odd Thomas’ with ‘The Sacred Beggar Boy’ as they have more similarities. What worries me is, how did these people know, in 1999 or before, what Dean Koontz books that were published in 2003 said? Maybe that’s what his next series will be about and, then, he’ll be a mystery writer extraordinaire!
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