science fiction fantasy literature, among other things
#109: Wonder Woman being “Superman-splained” to.
featuring Jukebox “Jukey” Taylor with the lazor, and Eva L. Elasigue wielding The Godkillers.
This was really supposed to be a video, which I realized, and then we did that after these priceless photographs.
Enlightening Symbols, by Joseph Mazur
This volume revolutionized my understanding of mathematical thought. Following the development of symbols walked me through our primal, unstructured mental evolution of grasping intangible concepts that nevertheless apply to everyday reality, through the human context which fostered their understanding. Connected me to the great abstractions of communication. An incredible way to encounter mathematics, revealing a deep level of global research and reference. For instance, I now credit Virahanka for the golden ratio number addition sequence! And I also credit Joseph Mazur for the insightful education presented here.
My place is not prepared for me.
Instead I am to carve it from stone with my fists.
My place is not prepared for me.
I must hollow it out of my own belly,
and it must house all.
The road is not ready, the path must be cut,
the hand doesn’t reach, the rope isn’t tied.
I must find my own hand holds.
The legs I walk on are my own,
the feet that tire will be my own,
to hold this piece of sky in my eyes,
for the moment that both persist.
e.l.elasigue 2017 (2015)
I was completely engrossed, to a time of casting aside other responsibilities, and finished it with a rare quickness. Between a new heroine, familiar though changed characters, and identifiable animal personifications, Wild Magic is everything I was hoping for in another Tortall adventure. Running opposite of anthropomorphization: animal mind.
collectively created at Praxis Gallery, Seattle
at entsintents Liminal Alchemy art party 1/28/17
[[[ transcribed with edits, verbatim below ]]]
Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy 1/28/17 ::::::::::::
“””” “””” “”” “”””
this morning just a few hours ago… drank the nectar of the void and it sang electric pu
Excited Clumps!
There once was a man from Nantucket…
peachy cute cheeks, bossy little individual ready to pounce, ready to make
ready to make a splash in the tornado tidepools of our living room, giving us
irresistable chubby hullaballoo, velociraptor creeps, laying batches of eggs in the breakfast
hour, wanna eat all the blueberries while T-Rex babies fluffy and goofy rolls helter
skelter over the kitchen floor. One T-Rex baby flies all over the ceiling of the kitchen,
spitting in our morning coffee with shrieks of glee. She needed to be put outside, the
little Tyrant.
prehistoric obsolescence, a book of life’s lessons weighed against past transgressions.
heart versus feather, desire versus pleasure.
Earth. Air. Fire. Water. Being a Busy Bee, Remembering to Breath and just Be.
you smell like a memory.
I know I hung on a wind rocked tree, nine whole nights, and to Odin offered, wounded of a spear, myself to myself
if you whisper on the wind just right, the ancestors will carry your words to their
intended destination. pour them a libation of Love and watch it flow.
dream is destiny…
watch the boat catch a wave and the blind wind blow.
I can feel my mother’s hands in this old typewriter
Om I am air. My lover is water. My friend is Earth. My teacher is Fire. Om
ADIKARA: instead of focusing on reaching goals, which is like asking for something
you’re not ready for – which is just silly instant gratification with an undeserving energy – instead, you focus on gaining the competence to live those goals 🙂 ADIKARA *
magnanimous is a state one achieves when one ascends to entelexeia.
entelexeia is acquired when integrity is curated within one’s character.
one’s character is refined by habits of repeated actions.
repeated actions are driven by one’s choices.
one’s choices are inspired by a collection of thoughts.
true thoughts that move one’s self are intrinsically magnanimous.
Listen carefully and one will be moved, inspired, and create without integrative
dissonance.
–
Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy ::::: page 2
…
Liquids bubbling, cool, warm, viscous /// lava, but not lava
what does one say when they have nothing to say?
I don’t know. keep typing and find out.
okay, last line… blow my mind…
love is
In essence, life in flow is found when one remembers not to
look too far for what one seeks. It is always there within, just beneath the surface
just waiting to be expressed. One must feel it with their everything to find its
truth in expression.
Let’s go out and Play, watch the baby day be born… I believe we were meant to
see it that way… devoted to kindness and compassionate care *
love forever
yours sincerely,
Hopefully devoted
the North star
Amazing artists
doing what comes naturally
or being crazy,
this journey, thank you for the adventure
I am a whale in the desert. a trickle of water finds me. it becomes a stream
becomes a river in the sand after a thousand years. I swim out to an ocean.
changing the sky
a spark started in my bones and my voice followed the fireworks within and without
the soft song of the stones and my ancestors’ breath…
lalalilooloomara tchakarana …and I blew them a kiss in reverence to their dance
rose and amethyst fused into smokey exuberance – The joy and pleasure of unity to
defeat a common foe
How could we make this possible, what could bring them together? A silence filled the room, and almost in a whisper one voice of the council spoke out, “hate.” Nobody looked at him because they all knew he was right, nothing could bring humanity together fast enough to save it from itself. History has shown that hatred was the vessel for many of humanity’s great accomplishments.
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Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy 1/28/17 ::::::::::::
“””” “””” “”” “”””
this morning just a fe our ago… drank he nectar of the void and it sang eleric pu
Excited Clumps!
There once was a man from Nantucket…
peachy cute cheeks, bossy little individual ready to pounce, ready to make
ready to make a splash in the tornado tidepools of our living room, giving us irresis*
istable chubby hallabaloo, velociraptor creeps, laying batche off eggs in the breakfas-
hour, wanna eat all the blueberries while TRex babies fluffy and goofy rools helter skelter over the kitchen floor. One T Rex baby flie all over the ceiling of the kitchen,
spitting in our morning coffee with shrieks of glee. she needed to be put outside, the
little Tyrant.
prehistoric obsolescence, a book of life,s lessons weighed against past transgressions.
heart versus feather, desire versus pleasure.
Earth. Air. Fir e. Water. Being a Busy Bee, Remembering to Breath and ju st Be.
you smell like a memory.
i know i hung on a wind rocked tree, nine whole nights,and to odin offered, wounded of a spear, myself to myself
if yo whisper on the wind justnright, the an cestors will carry your words to their
intended destination.pour them a libation of Love and watch it flow.
dream is destiny..
watch he boat catch a wave and the blind wind blow.
i a can feel my mothers hand s in this old typewriter
Om I am air. My lover is water. My friend is Earth. My teacher is Fire. Om
a aADIKARA: instead of focussing on reaching goals, which islike aking for something y you,r not rady for -which is just silly intant gratification with an undeserving energ -instead, you focus on gaining the competence to live those goals :)ADIKARA*
magnanimou s is a state one chieves when one ascends to entelexeia.
entelexeia is acquired when integrity is curated within one,s character.
–
magnanimous is a state one achieves when one ascends to entelexeia.
entelexeia is acquired when integrity is curated within one,s character.
one,s character is refined by habits of repeated actions.
repeated actions are driven by one,s choices.
one,s choices are inspired by a collection of thoughts.
true thought that move,s one self are intrinsically magnanimous.
Listen carefully and one will be moved, inspired, and create without integrative
dissonance.
–
Cosmic Mirror : Liminal Alchemy ::::: page 2
…
Liquids bubbling, cool, warm, viscous///lava, but not lava
us ne swhat dowes one say when they have nothng to say?
i dont know. keetyping and fin out.
okay, las line…blow mi mind….
loveis
I n essence, life in flow is found w en one remembers to not l
look too far for what ne seeks. It isalways there within, just beneath the surfa
just waiting to be expressed. One must feel it with their everything to find its
turth in expression.
Let,s go out to Play, watch the baby day be born…I bEeIevew we were meant to s
see it that way…devoted to kindness and compassionate care*
love forever
yours sincerely,
Hopefully devoted
the North star
Amazing artists
doing just what comes natural
or being crazy,
this jpurmney, thank you for the advent
i am a whale in the desert . a trickle of wate finds me. it becomes a stream
becomes a river in the sand after a thousand years. i swim out to an ocean.
changing the sky
a spark startedin my bones and my voice foloowed thefireworks within and withou
the soft song ofthe stones and my ancestors ,,,’ breath…..
lalalilooloomara tchakarana ….and i blewthem a kiss in reverence to their danc
rose and eme thyst fused into smokey exuberance – The joy and pleasure of unity to defeat a common foe
How could we make this possible, what could bring them together? A silence filled the r room, and almost in a whisper one voice of council spoke out “hate”. Nbody looked at him because they all knew he was right, nothing could bring humanity together fast enough to save it from itself. History has show that hatred was the vessel for many of humanities great accomplishments.
The box has its own story that’s a separate matter from my favorite pencils. I can tell that first.
I found this in the free pile outside the thrift store where I live now (Friday Harbor, WA), a thousand miles from where I graduated high school (Oakland, CA). Arrayed in my high school colors, black and gold (Bishop O’Dowd Dragons), seemingly handmade, no manufacturer’s mark. Decorated in felt flowers, the kind which I made in my first craft stall in the college where I graduated (Mills College, Oakland), where I sold felt flower pins and felt snake boas. Sporting gold graduation-y watchface and crest deco. Fits a deep stock of my favorite pencils, which like my favorite notebook drafting set, can be bought at Fred Meyer. This is some fairy-godmother-time-traveling-future-self perfection, or quantum-freepile-dream-nabbing. There was that one dream, where I reached in from third person and took a small black container out of the hand of a friend, who looked older and different. Then a formless ‘they’ chased me down, tackled me, and took it from my hand, saying that I couldn’t do that. But… I could, couldn’t I? Didn’t I? It wasn’t the size of this box, it fit in his palm. The one time I recall in my life where I woke up but couldn’t move. I was sleeping with my entire immediate family in one room, visiting my sister at UPenn. It was like an object placeholder in a videogame. Because-therefore interpreted translation to manifest reality: it will be exactly where you are, look exactly like it was made for you, and there is a secret message for you inside. This box…
Ah yes, the pencils.
I, like most people, have had a lifetime of pencils – more than some, less than others. My preferences and compromises have reasons, but I knew, when I started using these, that they were my favorite.
Presenting: Mirado Black Warrior 2HB
I’m not going to go into detailed and critical assessment, but I am going to say why I like them. I did find two such in-depth articles on this very pencil – I don’t fully agree on all points and I didn’t completely read them, because I know how I feel about it.
I’m not sure if I have new or old stock, but mine lack the USA/Papermate branding. There could be a distinction. These pencils also happen to be black and gold. They look really nice.
It wasn’t till I used a 6-sided pencil again later that I noticed myself sub-consciously attempting to round the 6-sided edges with my nails or fingers – they’d poke into my bones and waste my energy with discomfort. Like it was something I’d always been doing, but I finally found a round pencil that didn’t distract me with its shape and peeling paint. The matte black paint really doesn’t peel much. The texture provides grip, without the tugging stick that can feel blistery after a furious page.
Pretty smooth sharpening wood-wise, not splintery. The eraser is good enough. The lead doesn’t splinter too much, but I have a favorite sharpener to use which works best. The graphite mark and feel are fairly artistic in my opinion, but this type is actually reputed for its writing qualities. That may be why I’m inclined to them… understatement. They are my favorite pencil. A pencil warrior’s pencil. Black, because of all the pencil; like a black belt.
I haven’t noticed that they smell like incense cedar, if that’s their material.
They’re great. Mirado Black Warrior. Fred Meyer. If it turns out that I have old stock and the qualities I like are diminished, then I can be bribed with the correct pencils. The articles are from 2006 & 2008, and I didn’t get into these till 2012. But, stock can be ancient. I found these lovely article reviews when checking to see if my favorite pencils had a website so I could know that they still exist.
EXTRA NOTE, speaking of something that popped into existence while I was in the high school whose colors are carefully crafted into my quantum freepile pencil box:
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2003… they published me first!
Except for the high schoolers’ regional poetry competition publication.
No one has a copy of that, not me, not my family, I’m not even perfectly sure which year I won that regional teen award (California San Francisco East Bay Area 1997~2000). It’s not searchable, I only partially remember the content of the poem (about flying through emotions of music), and no physical or digital copies of it survived my great writerpocalypse – nothing digital did, and few physical records. Maybe it was the same year I got a CA state medal for Creative Writing and went to California State Summer School for the Arts (CSSSA… 99?), with the illustrious Amy Hale of Dreamworks/Walt Disney-Pixar (Ratatouille, Up, Toy Story 3, Penguins of Madagascar). I starred in her short film that got her into CSSSA the year before me (but also the year with me) for Animation. Back when I was promising! Now I’m a glorious mess, sort of doing what they expected of me anyway. Now, I have my quantum universe graduation pencil box.
So, McSweeney’s Internet Tendency is special to me for more reasons than their ultimate greatness. They think I’m funny, who have made me laugh through tears. Without exaggeration.
This was about the pencils: Mirado Black Warrior 2HB.
The following was typed over two nights of room partying. My first time at the Arisia convention was sponsored through Con-or-Bust, which offers memberships and assistance for under-represented SFF fans & makers to go to conventions.
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ARISIA 2017 *** page 1 1/14
10 print “Hello, world.”
20 goto 10
was the first thing I ever typed because I started first typing on an
APPLE II+ keyboard.
This is the first time I have used a typewriter
type type type
wheeeeeeeeeeeeee
Oh how the written word has changed over the years.
hello … it’s nice to meet you.
wow I feel so fancy typing on this typewriter
=^..^=
Arisia is awesome. Including the spinworks of DJ Dirge. I see that this is an active and close community! I’m glad for the chance to be a brief part of it.
The nice thing about this technology is that it keeps working when we lose the power grid…
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
–
Arisia 2017 *** page 2 1/15
Typewriters are more amazing than Glenn
but not more amazing than Ky
Oh wow. Wooow!
Typing on this machine is the most cyberpunk thing I can think of.
ok google
why do all things go the way not planned, sunk deep in sand. …
goes to show. … strange is not me I myself lie … you know it
Being given a noble quest can be a horrible thing for the receiver.
hi I’m a typewriter!
The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities that some consider to be unnatural.
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[[[ transcription, verbatim ]]]
ARISIA 2017 *************************** page 1 1/14
10 print “Hello, world.”
20 goto 10
was the first thing I ever typed because I started first typing on an
APPLE II+ keyboard.
This is the first timeI have used a typewriter
type type type
wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Oh o how ethe wrtten word has hanged e the years.
hello nw ien . its nie o meet ou/
wow i feel so fancytyping on this typewriter
=^.
=^..^=
Arisia is awesome. Including the spinworks of DJ Dirge. I see that this is an
active and close community! I’m glad for the chance to be a brief part of it.
The nice thing about this technology is that it keeps working whenw we lose
the power grid…
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog
–
Arisia 2017 ******************* page 2 1/15
Typewriters are more amzing than Glenn
but not more amazing than ky
Oh wow. Wooow!’
Typing on this machine is the most cyberpunk thing i can think of.
ok google
w hy do ll things othe way not planned, sunk deep in dsand. the overted lo thing s ar ge
goes to show. the posousedostrange is not me me i my selfaliamynonoweeif you know it g
Beging given a nobel quest can be a horible thing for the receiver.
hi I m a typewriter!
The dark side of the Force is a pathway to many abilities that some consider to
be unatural.
Star Dust Scarabs
Scarabs cycling star matter from the abyssal ceiling
Light from beneath recognized from above,
a fine spread of spectrum stewarded into continuance
by appointed soldiers of being above, below around outside
To arch, overarch, and cross every path, one can orient
by the trajectory, windspread, ruffles and currential sweeps.
It comes so close at times, suddenly in your clothes,
changing temperatures, opening channels in floods.
Reaching sideways on a level of conviviality,
stacking layers of warmth in joyous combustion
the population’s voices ever arising, staying
e.l.elasigue 2017 CC-BY-4.0
hovering at the barriers
switching planes in shimmering parabolas
like the fool who can see the other side of the mountain
from the bottom
sight lays in hundreds of directions
reflections from elsewhere hitting the disco ball
to follow around the floor
a dance of hundreds
fanning, feathering each other in auroric currents
over the bodies & through the tinies
(plain format version)
e.l.elasigue 2017 CC-BY-4.0
Crowd In The Alley
tall, small and old
through the river, like
fish looking out through their eyes
seeing their reflections in currents
they stir to send presence
e.l.elasigue 2017 CC-BY-4.0
