izmeina: (Default)
So here we are neer the end of the first day of this new year. So far so good in spite of being rather hot and also setting the very bad precedent of being the first time working on January 1st and 2nd since 2002. Working 6.5 hours and spending not a single cent - maybe it's a good start. Hard to know at this early stage. Even managed to spend just over an hour walking although doing exercise and getting rid of several spare tyres are nowhere to be seen on the serpent list of New Year's resolutions

Due to being at work today meaning that there would be no opportunity for a long snooze to start the year, decided to tweek the usual New Year's eve routine.
Normally like to get up reasonably early, water the weeds and catch the bus to Fremantle to visit Dymocks bookstore for the annual 20% off everything sale followed by a visit to the old lunatic asylum then off to Cottesloe for coffee crawls and sunset by the beach

So instead of being out and about around 8 or 9am, did not leave the Lair until midday and first paid a visit to Petunia in order to leave over work clothes and some bottles for the midnight feast
Ended up staying 90 minutes or so rather than the 30 originally planned. Hit the road just after 2pm and the grand plan was a quick peek in that bookstore before heading off to the Cottesloe cafes for the last squiggles of the year at 3.30pm
But in spite of the offering in store being sadly lacking and outrageously expensive, still managed to waste the best part of one hour in there before finally catching the bus.
The Oz zloty is now above parity with the US greenback but that still does not stop the local bookstores charging twice the marked US price.
The Fremantle store usually has a wide selection of strange new age stuff and tarot decks. But not yesterday. The fugly plain vanilla Rider Waite decks were a ridiculous $33 for the basic version with no books or accessories of any kind and the bright shiny Tarot of Vampyres was a disgraceful $$49.95. Even with the 20% discount it would still be cheaper to buy one single solitary kit from Amazon (postage included) and nothing else and have a reasonable amount of change left over. For the full $50 you could get two of them from Amazon
And as most folks do not order one single item but a bunch of things to reduce postage costs per item, it's little wonder that the Oz book stores are doing so badly.
Even with the 10% GST, there's no excuse at all for such outrageous prices

In the end, did not get to the cafe strip until 5pm and everything was closing. Most annoying indeed but no one to blame but a slow sluggish serpent who spent too much time farting around in book stores looking for nonexistent bargains

So went straight for the beach. It was hot but not horrid and there was a cooling sea breeze. It was wonderful walking along the shore watching the waves and seeing the sun slowly moving towards the horizon
Sunset was seriously strange. There was not a single visible cloud about but there was a very strange almost invisible mist on the horizon. The sun became orange, then reddish pink and the bit directly over the horizon just faded into oblivion leaving the top section still glowing brightly
Then it too became all fuzzy and disappeared. Very different to the usual large yellow glowing ball of light that sinks slowly with the top of the circle being the last part to disappear

Picked up a little stone lying on the beach to squiggle some spirals and the number 2010 three times and watched as the waves came in and then eventually one would be large enough to wash away all the foot prints and serpent squiggles
In keeping with the planned theme for the new year, did not put this special stone in a pocket for posterity but tossed it back into the water.
While then emptying a shopping bag of the sand that had blown into it, a copy of a local magazine - Nova fell out and the wind picked it up and blew it further up the sand. Was not fast enough to catch it and watched it flying in the breeze. Felt bad for being a litter bug but it is paper and will eventually decay into something useful


There really is something enchanting and hypnotic about watching the waves especially just around sunset. Spent so long down on the sand that there was no time left for a picnic so the bottle remained unopened and the bag of nibblies uneaten.
Another lesson learned - no need for a bottle and a pile of stuff for a picnic. The most important thing is the sun, the wind, the waves and the sand and the ability to remain in the present moment.

Apparently the latest end of year ritual in New York is to write down all the things you want out of your life for the following year and put the paper in some huge shredder. Such a cute idea but it is most likely nowhere near as magical as squiggling them in the sand and watching the waves reduced them to meaningless bumps in the wet sand

Due to weather and other circumstances, missed out on most of the serpent astronomical rituals involving this particular beach. It was particularly upsetting to not be able to go there for the solstice just over a week ago.
It really is a most powerful place for recharging the batteries and putting one's place in the world in proper perspective.


Then got to sleep in the tent over at Petunia's place. It was lovely, cool and breezy. Got up at 5 the morning to be greeted by the itsiest bitsiest curliest crescent moon.
But went back for another snooze even though sunrise was hardly more than 20 minutes away. Izzie is a nostalgic creature preferring to say goodbye to the last sunset of the old year and to bury it properly rather than to send out the welcome party for the first sunrise of the new year


After the next few days of 40s if the forecasters get it right, will be well and truly tired of the nasty big yellow beast in the sky before the first week of the new year has bit the dust
izmeina: (Crazy)
So here we are neer the end of the first day of this new year. So far so good in spite of being rather hot and also setting the very bad precedent of being the first time working on January 1st and 2nd since 2002. Working 6.5 hours and spending not a single cent - maybe it's a good start. Hard to know at this early stage. Even managed to spend just over an hour walking although doing exercise and getting rid of several spare tyres are nowhere to be seen on the serpent list of New Year's resolutions

Due to being at work today meaning that there would be no opportunity for a long snooze to start the year, decided to tweek the usual New Year's eve routine.
Normally like to get up reasonably early, water the weeds and catch the bus to Fremantle to visit Dymocks bookstore for the annual 20% off everything sale followed by a visit to the old lunatic asylum then off to Cottesloe for coffee crawls and sunset by the beach

So instead of being out and about around 8 or 9am, did not leave the Lair until midday and first paid a visit to Petunia in order to leave over work clothes and some bottles for the midnight feast
Ended up staying 90 minutes or so rather than the 30 originally planned. Hit the road just after 2pm and the grand plan was a quick peek in that bookstore before heading off to the Cottesloe cafes for the last squiggles of the year at 3.30pm
But in spite of the offering in store being sadly lacking and outrageously expensive, still managed to waste the best part of one hour in there before finally catching the bus.
The Oz zloty is now above parity with the US greenback but that still does not stop the local bookstores charging twice the marked US price.
The Fremantle store usually has a wide selection of strange new age stuff and tarot decks. But not yesterday. The fugly plain vanilla Rider Waite decks were a ridiculous $33 for the basic version with no books or accessories of any kind and the bright shiny Tarot of Vampyres was a disgraceful $$49.95. Even with the 20% discount it would still be cheaper to buy one single solitary kit from Amazon (postage included) and nothing else and have a reasonable amount of change left over. For the full $50 you could get two of them from Amazon
And as most folks do not order one single item but a bunch of things to reduce postage costs per item, it's little wonder that the Oz book stores are doing so badly.
Even with the 10% GST, there's no excuse at all for such outrageous prices

In the end, did not get to the cafe strip until 5pm and everything was closing. Most annoying indeed but no one to blame but a slow sluggish serpent who spent too much time farting around in book stores looking for nonexistent bargains

So went straight for the beach. It was hot but not horrid and there was a cooling sea breeze. It was wonderful walking along the shore watching the waves and seeing the sun slowly moving towards the horizon
Sunset was seriously strange. There was not a single visible cloud about but there was a very strange almost invisible mist on the horizon. The sun became orange, then reddish pink and the bit directly over the horizon just faded into oblivion leaving the top section still glowing brightly
Then it too became all fuzzy and disappeared. Very different to the usual large yellow glowing ball of light that sinks slowly with the top of the circle being the last part to disappear

Picked up a little stone lying on the beach to squiggle some spirals and the number 2010 three times and watched as the waves came in and then eventually one would be large enough to wash away all the foot prints and serpent squiggles
In keeping with the planned theme for the new year, did not put this special stone in a pocket for posterity but tossed it back into the water.
While then emptying a shopping bag of the sand that had blown into it, a copy of a local magazine - Nova fell out and the wind picked it up and blew it further up the sand. Was not fast enough to catch it and watched it flying in the breeze. Felt bad for being a litter bug but it is paper and will eventually decay into something useful


There really is something enchanting and hypnotic about watching the waves especially just around sunset. Spent so long down on the sand that there was no time left for a picnic so the bottle remained unopened and the bag of nibblies uneaten.
Another lesson learned - no need for a bottle and a pile of stuff for a picnic. The most important thing is the sun, the wind, the waves and the sand and the ability to remain in the present moment.

Apparently the latest end of year ritual in New York is to write down all the things you want out of your life for the following year and put the paper in some huge shredder. Such a cute idea but it is most likely nowhere near as magical as squiggling them in the sand and watching the waves reduced them to meaningless bumps in the wet sand

Due to weather and other circumstances, missed out on most of the serpent astronomical rituals involving this particular beach. It was particularly upsetting to not be able to go there for the solstice just over a week ago.
It really is a most powerful place for recharging the batteries and putting one's place in the world in proper perspective.


Then got to sleep in the tent over at Petunia's place. It was lovely, cool and breezy. Got up at 5 the morning to be greeted by the itsiest bitsiest curliest crescent moon.
But went back for another snooze even though sunrise was hardly more than 20 minutes away. Izzie is a nostalgic creature preferring to say goodbye to the last sunset of the old year and to bury it properly rather than to send out the welcome party for the first sunrise of the new year


After the next few days of 40s if the forecasters get it right, will be well and truly tired of the nasty big yellow beast in the sky before the first week of the new year has bit the dust
izmeina: (Default)
It's that time of year for getting all slushy and sentimental.

Decided that 2011 is going to be a seriously productive year. Needing to make up for the disaster that was the first half of this one
But if the weather bureau gets its facts right then it will be a nasty start to the serpent grand adventure
Today a sunny and breezy 35 is forecast and 36 for tomorrow but for the following four days they are forecasting a stinking sizzling 40. Here's hoping they are hopelessly wrong because nothing in the garden is going to survive that sort of oven baked heat

Today will be the ritual last sunset of the year picnic with lots of time for musing and reflecting and filling in dates and deadlines in the recycled 2005 diary

After going on a quick blitz in the kitchen was ashamed to find yet again a whole bunch of munchies that had to be tossed due to being way past their use by date
Every year every attempt to sort out this munchies hoarding problem does not last more than two weeks

Suspecting that the clutter problems and layers of serpent blubber all have the same source. Now how to go about explaining to the inner serpent that all those security blankets are not only unnecessary but a ridiculous waste of resources
Since in a battle between imagination and will power, it's always best to put the money on imagination, will need to find sneaky ways to sort this out

It's happened before. Years of trying to eliminate some bad habit or trait prove unsuccessful but then some strange unexpected turn of events with no effort on Izzie's part at all will produce the elusive results
That happened some nine years ago but the magic has long ago worn off.

So deciding to try positive spin and to make a past vice into a virtue

2011 will be the year of living self sufficiently. The trick is to use and enjoy what we have already got before being tempted into any new bright shiny things
High on the list of stuff already in abundance are books - boxes and boxes of them and many unread. Then there's dozens of decks of delightful cards. More than enough to have a different one to play with every two weeks. There's lots of pretty hand made paper, pen, ink and journals and even blank black books waiting to be transformed into something out of the Lovecraft Library

Succeeded in resisting the temptation of buying plants after October except for one baby mango tree which still remains in its pot waiting for its new home. There's plenty of seeds in dark brown bags waiting to be planted. No need for any more on that front

Aside from milk and wine, there's no reason at all for the serpent to darken the door of any grocery store for the next two weeks at least.

So here's to a productive and procrastination free new year for the serpent and the cat and a joyful, happy and peaceful new year for everyone else
izmeina: a spooky blue Cthulhu brandishing wicked weapons (pen and paintbrush) (Cthulhu)
It's that time of year for getting all slushy and sentimental.

Decided that 2011 is going to be a seriously productive year. Needing to make up for the disaster that was the first half of this one
But if the weather bureau gets its facts right then it will be a nasty start to the serpent grand adventure
Today a sunny and breezy 35 is forecast and 36 for tomorrow but for the following four days they are forecasting a stinking sizzling 40. Here's hoping they are hopelessly wrong because nothing in the garden is going to survive that sort of oven baked heat

Today will be the ritual last sunset of the year picnic with lots of time for musing and reflecting and filling in dates and deadlines in the recycled 2005 diary

After going on a quick blitz in the kitchen was ashamed to find yet again a whole bunch of munchies that had to be tossed due to being way past their use by date
Every year every attempt to sort out this munchies hoarding problem does not last more than two weeks

Suspecting that the clutter problems and layers of serpent blubber all have the same source. Now how to go about explaining to the inner serpent that all those security blankets are not only unnecessary but a ridiculous waste of resources
Since in a battle between imagination and will power, it's always best to put the money on imagination, will need to find sneaky ways to sort this out

It's happened before. Years of trying to eliminate some bad habit or trait prove unsuccessful but then some strange unexpected turn of events with no effort on Izzie's part at all will produce the elusive results
That happened some nine years ago but the magic has long ago worn off.

So deciding to try positive spin and to make a past vice into a virtue

2011 will be the year of living self sufficiently. The trick is to use and enjoy what we have already got before being tempted into any new bright shiny things
High on the list of stuff already in abundance are books - boxes and boxes of them and many unread. Then there's dozens of decks of delightful cards. More than enough to have a different one to play with every two weeks. There's lots of pretty hand made paper, pen, ink and journals and even blank black books waiting to be transformed into something out of the Lovecraft Library

Succeeded in resisting the temptation of buying plants after October except for one baby mango tree which still remains in its pot waiting for its new home. There's plenty of seeds in dark brown bags waiting to be planted. No need for any more on that front

Aside from milk and wine, there's no reason at all for the serpent to darken the door of any grocery store for the next two weeks at least.

So here's to a productive and procrastination free new year for the serpent and the cat and a joyful, happy and peaceful new year for everyone else
izmeina: (Default)
At last it's payback for the disgusting and awful week since last Tuesday. It's so true that blessed are those who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed
And last week was well and truly on steroids.
December had started with unusually mild weather -almost cold at times and the odd drop of rain and wind. So everyone sort of got caught off guard thinking that this strangeness would continue

Thanks to the astronomy almanac had long ago noticed that the solstice and full moon would be on the same day - well sort of. Full moon was Tuesday 21st and the solstice on Wednesday.
Had the dates and times all checked out and figured that since the sunset and moonrise were only five minutes apart that the best place to go would be the one with 360 degree views. That is Memorial Hill in Fremantle. So the traditional beach solstice sunset could happily wait for Wednesday
But the weather had other plans. Tuesday was clammy and cloudy and there was simply no point in going all the way to Freo for a 90% no show.
Wednesday was even worse. Ickier, stickier and infinitely hotter and more humid and cloudy of course. Was totally miserable, zonked and drained. Once again it was cloudy so no beach sunset just a slink to the Lair to snooze and sulk and feel generably miserable

Due to the clouds didn't even get a decent score on the solar panel inverter - a pissy 3 something kilowatts rather than the usual 5.5 expected at this time of year
It just got creepier and clammier and by Saturday had the worst of all possible worlds. A humid 33 is far more miserable and uncomfortable than a hot dry 39. But Christmas we got an icky sticky 39.5
Izzie is a bit of a Grinch when it comes to Christmas. It's not just the commercialism but the big pretend with the snowflakes, reindeer and Santa shit that it is the middle of winter when everyone is sweltering. A sad bunch of South Brits are the Anglo Aussies
Can happily overlook Christmas if we get our summer solstice picnic by the beach along with the same little ritual on New Year's Eve. But this year the long awaited solstice and full moon rise were totally ruined by the sucky Singapore weather
So instead of being recharged the batteries were totally drained
Funny - did do the solstice thing last year but managed to be all neurotic and the the hot water pipes sprung a leak. Christmas was hot but not humid and the following week's weather was gorgeous

Luckily by the night time it had gotten very very windy so the humidity had gone. The wild easterlies meant that it would be hot and dry the next day but hot and dry is infinitely better than hot and wet. The highlight of the day was snoozing outside in the tent at Petunia's place with the winds blowing and the slightly less than full moon shining in the tent window

Civilized weather finally returned on Tuesday. Wednesday included a visit to the Secret Garden cafe after work - the last working day of the year.
Had resurrected an old week to a page A5 diary from 2005 to recycle for next year. Had only written one or two entries so it's perfectly reusable
Decided to list the 20 or something things from the 101 list that we want to get ticked off next year. The creatures that totally sabotaged this years' grand plans are now long gone so there's no more excuses for delays and dilly dallying

Visited the Cybershop where exactly one year ago we bought the gorgeous Big Mac. Really should have a birthday party for the Precioussss. Got all nostalgic and sad to see that the lovely cafe two doors down with the plane trees and lovely garden had been a horrid Thai restaurant since May. Still missing the place. Had such grand plans for it to be the 2010 nano cafe.
Followed that by a visit to an Indian restaurant for lunch. Decided that it would be an interesting mission to try vegetarian thali in ten different restaurants. It is the ultimate lucky dip dish. There was no spinach dish but as usual a totally delicious dahl. Must really learn to cook this stuff properly at the Lair as it really is so dirt cheap and we got plenty of ghee and yellow split peas in the pantry

Had to return some library books in another suburb. Due back tomorrow but got other plans for the last day of the year. This suburb has lots of nice cafes including one that provided the major plot point for a certain story in November. So figured that as it would be seriously unauspicious to bring a certain tarot deck to Petunia's place tomorrow evening and certainly not to work the next morning, it would be better to do the honours and take the first peek today
And that is just what the Izzie did. We can see why the Tarotforum folks reckon that the Victorian Romantic deck is even creepier than the Bohemian gothic.

Since it is going to be next years' nano random plot generator, decided that today in the cafe would be a perfect place for a first peek. Also came up with the idea of running two stories using this deck and the good old dark grimoire. Randomly drawing one and then using the corresponding cards for the other and then seeing which deck produces the best plot possibilities

Been filling in dates for all the various projects and figured that Tuesday 1st February is the perfect day to start dealing the deck ;)

It was lovely to have a non neurotic productive day with lots of nostalgia and inspiration
Even did a quick blitz of the kitchen bench tops this evening. Always a good idea to start new year's resolutions a few days early

Tomorrow apart from picnicking and browsing book stores will be spent filling in dates and deadlines in that 2005 diary.
20 goals should be enough to keep a serpent busy.
izmeina: (oro)
At last it's payback for the disgusting and awful week since last Tuesday. It's so true that blessed are those who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed
And last week was well and truly on steroids.
December had started with unusually mild weather -almost cold at times and the odd drop of rain and wind. So everyone sort of got caught off guard thinking that this strangeness would continue

Thanks to the astronomy almanac had long ago noticed that the solstice and full moon would be on the same day - well sort of. Full moon was Tuesday 21st and the solstice on Wednesday.
Had the dates and times all checked out and figured that since the sunset and moonrise were only five minutes apart that the best place to go would be the one with 360 degree views. That is Memorial Hill in Fremantle. So the traditional beach solstice sunset could happily wait for Wednesday
But the weather had other plans. Tuesday was clammy and cloudy and there was simply no point in going all the way to Freo for a 90% no show.
Wednesday was even worse. Ickier, stickier and infinitely hotter and more humid and cloudy of course. Was totally miserable, zonked and drained. Once again it was cloudy so no beach sunset just a slink to the Lair to snooze and sulk and feel generably miserable

Due to the clouds didn't even get a decent score on the solar panel inverter - a pissy 3 something kilowatts rather than the usual 5.5 expected at this time of year
It just got creepier and clammier and by Saturday had the worst of all possible worlds. A humid 33 is far more miserable and uncomfortable than a hot dry 39. But Christmas we got an icky sticky 39.5
Izzie is a bit of a Grinch when it comes to Christmas. It's not just the commercialism but the big pretend with the snowflakes, reindeer and Santa shit that it is the middle of winter when everyone is sweltering. A sad bunch of South Brits are the Anglo Aussies
Can happily overlook Christmas if we get our summer solstice picnic by the beach along with the same little ritual on New Year's Eve. But this year the long awaited solstice and full moon rise were totally ruined by the sucky Singapore weather
So instead of being recharged the batteries were totally drained
Funny - did do the solstice thing last year but managed to be all neurotic and the the hot water pipes sprung a leak. Christmas was hot but not humid and the following week's weather was gorgeous

Luckily by the night time it had gotten very very windy so the humidity had gone. The wild easterlies meant that it would be hot and dry the next day but hot and dry is infinitely better than hot and wet. The highlight of the day was snoozing outside in the tent at Petunia's place with the winds blowing and the slightly less than full moon shining in the tent window

Civilized weather finally returned on Tuesday. Wednesday included a visit to the Secret Garden cafe after work - the last working day of the year.
Had resurrected an old week to a page A5 diary from 2005 to recycle for next year. Had only written one or two entries so it's perfectly reusable
Decided to list the 20 or something things from the 101 list that we want to get ticked off next year. The creatures that totally sabotaged this years' grand plans are now long gone so there's no more excuses for delays and dilly dallying

Visited the Cybershop where exactly one year ago we bought the gorgeous Big Mac. Really should have a birthday party for the Precioussss. Got all nostalgic and sad to see that the lovely cafe two doors down with the plane trees and lovely garden had been a horrid Thai restaurant since May. Still missing the place. Had such grand plans for it to be the 2010 nano cafe.
Followed that by a visit to an Indian restaurant for lunch. Decided that it would be an interesting mission to try vegetarian thali in ten different restaurants. It is the ultimate lucky dip dish. There was no spinach dish but as usual a totally delicious dahl. Must really learn to cook this stuff properly at the Lair as it really is so dirt cheap and we got plenty of ghee and yellow split peas in the pantry

Had to return some library books in another suburb. Due back tomorrow but got other plans for the last day of the year. This suburb has lots of nice cafes including one that provided the major plot point for a certain story in November. So figured that as it would be seriously unauspicious to bring a certain tarot deck to Petunia's place tomorrow evening and certainly not to work the next morning, it would be better to do the honours and take the first peek today
And that is just what the Izzie did. We can see why the Tarotforum folks reckon that the Victorian Romantic deck is even creepier than the Bohemian gothic.

Since it is going to be next years' nano random plot generator, decided that today in the cafe would be a perfect place for a first peek. Also came up with the idea of running two stories using this deck and the good old dark grimoire. Randomly drawing one and then using the corresponding cards for the other and then seeing which deck produces the best plot possibilities

Been filling in dates for all the various projects and figured that Tuesday 1st February is the perfect day to start dealing the deck ;)

It was lovely to have a non neurotic productive day with lots of nostalgia and inspiration
Even did a quick blitz of the kitchen bench tops this evening. Always a good idea to start new year's resolutions a few days early

Tomorrow apart from picnicking and browsing book stores will be spent filling in dates and deadlines in that 2005 diary.
20 goals should be enough to keep a serpent busy.
izmeina: (Default)
It's that time of year and a certain survey is doing the rounds again.


A Serpent Summary )
izmeina: (oro)
It's that time of year and a certain survey is doing the rounds again.


A Serpent Summary )
izmeina: (Default)
It's a most peculiar thing how the approach of the winner finish line has a strange effect on motivation to keep on squiggling
Was going for a nice round 56,000 words but once the magic 50,000 came and went, along with the weekend at work without access to Scrivener for squiggling, somehow the Inner Inquisitor with the Cat O Nine Tails promising all sorts of punishment for failing to meet the daily quota sort of slackened off.

On Friday faced the choice of slinking back to the Lair at 2pm for a snooze and then the rest of the evening squiggling which worked out every well the week before or the alternative of staying in the city gobbling coffees in order to attend one last Write In at 6pm
Figured that following the new formula of doing something different would tend towards the write in since it will be a whole 11 months until the next one.

So sat in a big fat comfy leather chair near a window of the Milligan Street Dome cafe and finally got started on reading a very interesting green book with a mysterious black cat on the cover.
The other treat in store is Douglas Hofstadter's "I am a strange loop"

The first giggle got from reading "Fooled by Randomness- the hidden role of chance in life and in the markets" (Nassim Nicholas Taleb) was in the introduction when the writer talked about Lucky Fools who do well and attribute their success to talent and not luck and the problem is that nearly everyone else does too until their luck finally runs out. And by then it is invariably too late and the damage has been done
The main thread of the book is about the crazy things that happen when humans find patterns, messages and meaning in randomness when none exist at all

He had been asked about why he decided not to do things the other way around and why he does not seem so concerned about the situations 'where patterns and messages may have been ignored'
Since this so very rarely happens, he figures it is not worth investigating and also that the consequences of mistaking a signal for noise and talent for chance are just so infinitely less tragic on the very rare occasions they do occur

He has great fun with post modernism and literary theory which have elevated the human tendency of finding something in nothing to a most amusing art form
Where poets and writers are informed of deep, esoteric meanings in their work that even they did not know exist. All attributable to the subconscious of course

So got to thinking that in a way that this year's nano squigglings were in their own way an offering to the Gods of Chance
Constructing a plot line based on nothing but a bunch of randomly drawn tarot cards was a rather chancy thing to do.
While the particular deck was chosen as being most appropriate for the theme and setting which was deliberately chosen, everything else that happened was based largely on trying to generate meanings from 22 sets of 4 cards drawn at random from the deck
Not completely and totally at random as for that it would be best to use some computer algorithm.
There was a bit of tweeking and cheating involved - each group of four cards was chosen only from the 56 minor suit cards and often in groups of 3 or 4 in order to guarantee that at least in that bunch there would be no redrawn cards
Introduced the other 22 for the last four chapters - due to getting seriously tired of constantly turning up the knight of swords, three of cups and four of wands
They then took over the whole show but that was most likely less due to some grand design but lousy shuffling. And this scheme still did not stop that pesky knight from once again leaving his calling card

So once the sequence of 88 randomly drawn cards were chosen, the next procedure was to find some way of linking each one to the next and the one that came before and of course to any recurrence of that particular card earlier or later amongst the 88
The game then would be to just pile on the symbolism, occult and strange esoteric meanings until the story looked almost inevitable and predetermined
This trick had the major advantage of being lots of fun to do and being a wonderful way of avoiding writer's block. After all there is no excuse for being unable to add something to at least one of those 88 segments rather than remaining stuck at one single spot in the construction of this dark satanic tower of cards

Here's hoping that next year's deck will be the very wicked and twisted Russian version of the Victorian Gothic. In it's own strange way it is even creepier than its so called dark Bohemian Gothic sister.
Getting ones paws on that elusive little beastie truly is a game of chance with the odds stacked firmly in favour of the Baba Facebook groupies and those Cyberian citizens who stay glued to their screens constantly clicking the refresh button

There's also the old favorite Dark Grimoire from last year but will be needing to have lots of book stores, libraries and mutant monsters in a certain sleepy spooky little town down south to take account of just how ridiculously often they appear in that deck.

It might be time to use a real random generator and not fumbling serpent fingers so that we can be assured of being a genuine worshipper at the altar of Chance
But one other thing the serpent has learned, time spent away from the screen is not wasted time but an opportunity for plotting and scheming and scanning the surroundings for snippets to snatch
And also there's a treasure trove of freaks for the taking at the day job and it would be a shame to waste them. So got a whole year to fill up files of crazy characters in very great detail so that the lot of them can be getting on with plotting ready to be let loose from their starting stalls as the clock strikes midnight next Halloween
Due to such slacking, realized on returning to work on Saturday 20th that there were two very juicy characters there for the picking who had gotten totally left out and another two newbies who bear an uncanny resemblance to some of the people in the cards. That very scary High Priestess and the crabby old batty 4 of pentacles lady look so exactly like certain very real people that even those without the misfortune to know them would recognize them instantly

It might be a good start to do some of that with the present inmates of Lucifer's Gardens as there's plenty of room for fattening them up.
izmeina: (oro)
It's a most peculiar thing how the approach of the winner finish line has a strange effect on motivation to keep on squiggling
Was going for a nice round 56,000 words but once the magic 50,000 came and went, along with the weekend at work without access to Scrivener for squiggling, somehow the Inner Inquisitor with the Cat O Nine Tails promising all sorts of punishment for failing to meet the daily quota sort of slackened off.

On Friday faced the choice of slinking back to the Lair at 2pm for a snooze and then the rest of the evening squiggling which worked out every well the week before or the alternative of staying in the city gobbling coffees in order to attend one last Write In at 6pm
Figured that following the new formula of doing something different would tend towards the write in since it will be a whole 11 months until the next one.

So sat in a big fat comfy leather chair near a window of the Milligan Street Dome cafe and finally got started on reading a very interesting green book with a mysterious black cat on the cover.
The other treat in store is Douglas Hofstadter's "I am a strange loop"

The first giggle got from reading "Fooled by Randomness- the hidden role of chance in life and in the markets" (Nassim Nicholas Taleb) was in the introduction when the writer talked about Lucky Fools who do well and attribute their success to talent and not luck and the problem is that nearly everyone else does too until their luck finally runs out. And by then it is invariably too late and the damage has been done
The main thread of the book is about the crazy things that happen when humans find patterns, messages and meaning in randomness when none exist at all

He had been asked about why he decided not to do things the other way around and why he does not seem so concerned about the situations 'where patterns and messages may have been ignored'
Since this so very rarely happens, he figures it is not worth investigating and also that the consequences of mistaking a signal for noise and talent for chance are just so infinitely less tragic on the very rare occasions they do occur

He has great fun with post modernism and literary theory which have elevated the human tendency of finding something in nothing to a most amusing art form
Where poets and writers are informed of deep, esoteric meanings in their work that even they did not know exist. All attributable to the subconscious of course

So got to thinking that in a way that this year's nano squigglings were in their own way an offering to the Gods of Chance
Constructing a plot line based on nothing but a bunch of randomly drawn tarot cards was a rather chancy thing to do.
While the particular deck was chosen as being most appropriate for the theme and setting which was deliberately chosen, everything else that happened was based largely on trying to generate meanings from 22 sets of 4 cards drawn at random from the deck
Not completely and totally at random as for that it would be best to use some computer algorithm.
There was a bit of tweeking and cheating involved - each group of four cards was chosen only from the 56 minor suit cards and often in groups of 3 or 4 in order to guarantee that at least in that bunch there would be no redrawn cards
Introduced the other 22 for the last four chapters - due to getting seriously tired of constantly turning up the knight of swords, three of cups and four of wands
They then took over the whole show but that was most likely less due to some grand design but lousy shuffling. And this scheme still did not stop that pesky knight from once again leaving his calling card

So once the sequence of 88 randomly drawn cards were chosen, the next procedure was to find some way of linking each one to the next and the one that came before and of course to any recurrence of that particular card earlier or later amongst the 88
The game then would be to just pile on the symbolism, occult and strange esoteric meanings until the story looked almost inevitable and predetermined
This trick had the major advantage of being lots of fun to do and being a wonderful way of avoiding writer's block. After all there is no excuse for being unable to add something to at least one of those 88 segments rather than remaining stuck at one single spot in the construction of this dark satanic tower of cards

Here's hoping that next year's deck will be the very wicked and twisted Russian version of the Victorian Gothic. In it's own strange way it is even creepier than its so called dark Bohemian Gothic sister.
Getting ones paws on that elusive little beastie truly is a game of chance with the odds stacked firmly in favour of the Baba Facebook groupies and those Cyberian citizens who stay glued to their screens constantly clicking the refresh button

There's also the old favorite Dark Grimoire from last year but will be needing to have lots of book stores, libraries and mutant monsters in a certain sleepy spooky little town down south to take account of just how ridiculously often they appear in that deck.

It might be time to use a real random generator and not fumbling serpent fingers so that we can be assured of being a genuine worshipper at the altar of Chance
But one other thing the serpent has learned, time spent away from the screen is not wasted time but an opportunity for plotting and scheming and scanning the surroundings for snippets to snatch
And also there's a treasure trove of freaks for the taking at the day job and it would be a shame to waste them. So got a whole year to fill up files of crazy characters in very great detail so that the lot of them can be getting on with plotting ready to be let loose from their starting stalls as the clock strikes midnight next Halloween
Due to such slacking, realized on returning to work on Saturday 20th that there were two very juicy characters there for the picking who had gotten totally left out and another two newbies who bear an uncanny resemblance to some of the people in the cards. That very scary High Priestess and the crabby old batty 4 of pentacles lady look so exactly like certain very real people that even those without the misfortune to know them would recognize them instantly

It might be a good start to do some of that with the present inmates of Lucifer's Gardens as there's plenty of room for fattening them up.
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Giggling Izzie slinks into journal land just a mere day away from her coronation as an evil purple princess in Nanoland
Was most amused to find that the squiggling disease has even midly infected the ever reasonable and sane old aunty ABC in her Radio National incarnation

The linkie at the end of the page is most interesting indeed. Yessss. It's amazing how endangered the dear old readers are lately and how there's so much more money in writing about how to write a novel than actually doing it. But the fun thing about nanowrimo is actually doing it and then going on to read all those 'how to' books - borrowed from the local library of course

When all is said and done, no matter what the knockers say, to do the 50,000 words in 30 days craziness does have some serious value. Even if it's 50,000 words of crap you can learn a whole bunch of things. Firstly the discipline of actually doing the damned thing. It definitely flows over into other areas of life. To actually achieve the nearly impossible means that a whole bunch of other difficult things suddenly look easy peasy in comparison. It encourages the habit of actually getting those words on the page. It can be hell or it can be fun. This year with no technical glitches and google docs black holes, it was tons of fun to let the inner bitch loose and to exact revenge in the virtual world
As Laura Miller so very perceptively noticed, if you do not love reading then don't bother with writing because it will be just a pathetic little ego trip
Poor old George Orwell's rats once again get to work overtime.
Real writers squiggle not for fame or fortune but simply because it is the only thing that keeps them sane. They would explode if they did not squiggle.
It is way the cheapest form of creativity out there requiring nothing but pen and paper and a bit of imagination
Funny. In the grand 100 things in 1001 days to do list, the serpent has listed designing a tarot deck. Now in the second batch of 1001 days still not even properly started but written 2 tarot novels. Or more correctly said two stories using tarot cards as story telling devices and damned good those evil little cards are too. Never will get to try the nano with the cards and nano without experiment

But two years of nano - one winging it and one planning but both with the decks of doom - absolutely convinced that it makes a huge huge difference
Having 88 possible places to dip into rather than starting at the beginning and just plodding on makes a big big difference
The other strange thing, both years ended up with the story arc pretty much in place around the 35,000 - 40,000 word mark with the rest being padding and adding detail. So many other folks get to 40,000 words only one third of the way through the story

The strange thing is that the plotting and planning was completely and totally randomly generated. But suspecting that it called on far more creativity than ever possible without the decks of doom

Was at a write in this morning with some one who has been doing nano since way back in 2002 but has only ever twice reached royal purpleness. Her score stands at just under 18,000 words

So will be needing to get a bottle of bubbles to put in the fridge. Should have done that today but got kind of distracted
Well after tomorrow it will be time to return to scheduled programming and planning for next year's masochistic madness
And found yet another critter who thinks that Manjimup is a wierd and creepy place with a very dodgy vibe to it - the Belanglo state forest of the wild west so to say
Just the place for next year's noveling nastiness
But absolutely no desire to do any decent research by actually visiting this evil hell hole again when paradise is just 30 minutes down the road

Time to slink off into the darkness until tomorrow's grand party
izmeina: a spooky blue Cthulhu brandishing wicked weapons (pen and paintbrush) (Cthulhu)
Giggling Izzie slinks into journal land just a mere day away from her coronation as an evil purple princess in Nanoland
Was most amused to find that the squiggling disease has even midly infected the ever reasonable and sane old aunty ABC in her Radio National incarnation

The linkie at the end of the page is most interesting indeed. Yessss. It's amazing how endangered the dear old readers are lately and how there's so much more money in writing about how to write a novel than actually doing it. But the fun thing about nanowrimo is actually doing it and then going on to read all those 'how to' books - borrowed from the local library of course

When all is said and done, no matter what the knockers say, to do the 50,000 words in 30 days craziness does have some serious value. Even if it's 50,000 words of crap you can learn a whole bunch of things. Firstly the discipline of actually doing the damned thing. It definitely flows over into other areas of life. To actually achieve the nearly impossible means that a whole bunch of other difficult things suddenly look easy peasy in comparison. It encourages the habit of actually getting those words on the page. It can be hell or it can be fun. This year with no technical glitches and google docs black holes, it was tons of fun to let the inner bitch loose and to exact revenge in the virtual world
As Laura Miller so very perceptively noticed, if you do not love reading then don't bother with writing because it will be just a pathetic little ego trip
Poor old George Orwell's rats once again get to work overtime.
Real writers squiggle not for fame or fortune but simply because it is the only thing that keeps them sane. They would explode if they did not squiggle.
It is way the cheapest form of creativity out there requiring nothing but pen and paper and a bit of imagination
Funny. In the grand 100 things in 1001 days to do list, the serpent has listed designing a tarot deck. Now in the second batch of 1001 days still not even properly started but written 2 tarot novels. Or more correctly said two stories using tarot cards as story telling devices and damned good those evil little cards are too. Never will get to try the nano with the cards and nano without experiment

But two years of nano - one winging it and one planning but both with the decks of doom - absolutely convinced that it makes a huge huge difference
Having 88 possible places to dip into rather than starting at the beginning and just plodding on makes a big big difference
The other strange thing, both years ended up with the story arc pretty much in place around the 35,000 - 40,000 word mark with the rest being padding and adding detail. So many other folks get to 40,000 words only one third of the way through the story

The strange thing is that the plotting and planning was completely and totally randomly generated. But suspecting that it called on far more creativity than ever possible without the decks of doom

Was at a write in this morning with some one who has been doing nano since way back in 2002 but has only ever twice reached royal purpleness. Her score stands at just under 18,000 words

So will be needing to get a bottle of bubbles to put in the fridge. Should have done that today but got kind of distracted
Well after tomorrow it will be time to return to scheduled programming and planning for next year's masochistic madness
And found yet another critter who thinks that Manjimup is a wierd and creepy place with a very dodgy vibe to it - the Belanglo state forest of the wild west so to say
Just the place for next year's noveling nastiness
But absolutely no desire to do any decent research by actually visiting this evil hell hole again when paradise is just 30 minutes down the road

Time to slink off into the darkness until tomorrow's grand party
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The craziness has started. Will do most of the nano gossip over at the serpent journal but cannot leave this space empty on such a pretty little date 011110

Happy with today's word count but that's due to silly stuff like slinking in when the clocks chimed midnight and dropping by again around 6am, again at 8 and two more mad dashes around midday and just now.
It is a gorgeous sunny day. Somewhat hot. If I'd been at work like usual on Monday would have started at 7am and finished at 13.30 and then gone on a coffee crawl some place after work before returning to the Lair around 4pm
So it's only reasonable that the nano nuttiness gets some of that otherwise work dedicated time

Following last year's rule of no online lurking in Cyberia until the daily quota is reached but also added a few new ones.
Unlike last time, this time there's no editing at all before starting the next serpent snippet. Time wasted editing could be better spent writing and anyway editing is for December.
It also helps having a half decent text editor and not the infernal snailish Google Docs

Setting up all 22 chapters from the start means being able to dip in and out and just squiggle where the muse desires. So far got six chapters on the boil.

Still not yet looked at the Bohemian Gothic deck since midnight or not even the stash of index cards.
Presently writing snippets from memory in the relevant chapters - 22 chapters with 4 cards each at about 400 -600 words per card including the linking to the next scene in the story

So far putting the characters in their starting stalls. Once enough of them are in position, the race will begin. Tomorrow would be a good day for that.
Only one day in the game and already two of them are fighting over their place at the top of the pecking order. The real boss is being threatened by some uppity blond blue eyed and **sparkly** outsider.
Lucky this story is a prequel because he got well and truly killed off in last year's nano and not a shovel to be seen

On that subject, why use a shovel when there's even more fun to be had with pitch forks, fire and brimstone
Roasted plot bunny also sounds quite tasty. The possibilities are endless
izmeina: (Crazy)
The craziness has started. Will do most of the nano gossip over at the serpent journal but cannot leave this space empty on such a pretty little date 011110

Happy with today's word count but that's due to silly stuff like slinking in when the clocks chimed midnight and dropping by again around 6am, again at 8 and two more mad dashes around midday and just now.
It is a gorgeous sunny day. Somewhat hot. If I'd been at work like usual on Monday would have started at 7am and finished at 13.30 and then gone on a coffee crawl some place after work before returning to the Lair around 4pm
So it's only reasonable that the nano nuttiness gets some of that otherwise work dedicated time

Following last year's rule of no online lurking in Cyberia until the daily quota is reached but also added a few new ones.
Unlike last time, this time there's no editing at all before starting the next serpent snippet. Time wasted editing could be better spent writing and anyway editing is for December.
It also helps having a half decent text editor and not the infernal snailish Google Docs

Setting up all 22 chapters from the start means being able to dip in and out and just squiggle where the muse desires. So far got six chapters on the boil.

Still not yet looked at the Bohemian Gothic deck since midnight or not even the stash of index cards.
Presently writing snippets from memory in the relevant chapters - 22 chapters with 4 cards each at about 400 -600 words per card including the linking to the next scene in the story

So far putting the characters in their starting stalls. Once enough of them are in position, the race will begin. Tomorrow would be a good day for that.
Only one day in the game and already two of them are fighting over their place at the top of the pecking order. The real boss is being threatened by some uppity blond blue eyed and **sparkly** outsider.
Lucky this story is a prequel because he got well and truly killed off in last year's nano and not a shovel to be seen

On that subject, why use a shovel when there's even more fun to be had with pitch forks, fire and brimstone
Roasted plot bunny also sounds quite tasty. The possibilities are endless

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