izmeina: a big eared American eagle listening to everything (echelon)
Been a strange week in Dursleyville. Lurked around the lair on my days off because it was too grey and rainy to do much else. Then there is a bit of decluttering and sorting to do to make the place look reasonably respectable for when the Izzie sister visits in a couple of weeks from now.
Thinking of her, could not help but be reminded of July 2014 when she came to visit. They had a choice of coming over here together or taking separate flights one week apart so that her husband wouldn’t use up so much of his annual leave. In the end, they chose to take the first flight and all come together which was just as well because the one they did not take never did make it to Kuala Lumpur and ended up in pieces somewhere in the Ukraine.

Of course for many people who took the flight on 17th July, there were also some who had been toying with a different date. The saddest case was the family where the parents stayed in Amsterdam for an extra week and the three children and their grandfather came back early so that they would be back for the new school term. They never did make it.

I cannot begin to imagine what it must be like for their surviving relatives to be watching the drama going on in Hamburg at the moment so close to the anniversary.
For me it is a giant stage where the players strut and do their stuff all in the pursuit of power, but for the Maslin family like the other 250 or so people on that flight, it is personal

Then there are other reasons for being curious about this particular G20 summit. Many years ago I was living on the outskirts of Hamburg as a sad house elf enslaved to a vile creature who I called Heil Hilde. A blond blue eyed Aryan bitch of bitches with an uncanny resemblance to one KerryAnne Conway and with an equally loose relationship with reality

But any grand plans of being glued to the screen to try figure out where the conferences are being held or to recognize landmarks or watch the hordes of zombies was quickly dashed by a very cranky, slow and sluggish Big Mac
This computer would now be regarded by the puffed up little popinjays in the Apple Store as ‘vintage’ as I got it in late 2009. Positively ancient.
It is very erratic and unpredictable. Some days things go smoothly and other times there are just endless spinning beachballs and it is a struggle to do anything. Typing feels like the keyboard is dripping in treacle as the time between hitting the letters and seeing them appear on the screen gets longer and longer until there is simply no point.
Tonight was one such night.

So I just had to go without. Because if Izzie wants pictures, it’s a poky little tweet stone phone, the Big Mac or nothing. Unlike most folks, there is no television in the house so all news and gossip has to be gotten online or from the radio
Did catch that the slimy Saudi Arabians trumped the Donald by snaffling the hotel room he wanted. That’s Schadenfreude on steroids. At least Merkel will not let him build one of his infernal towers in any German city. Some people at least still have standards

Dodgy Dinner guests at G20

Found the motherlode of crazy creepy political cartoons and it has been so annoying trying to share them on Twitter. Maybe just as well. Because if Don the Con could see all the vile ‘picture in the attic’ portraits that David Rowe does of him, he would not hesitate to nuke Australia back to the stone age
Especially since we have also been taking the piss with the Confessions of a CNN reporter

So much sleaze and such a struggle to share it

Must be off now. Got to get the latest gossip on Donald Trump’s performance appraisal
Let’s hope there are TAPES
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (teapot)
Oh well. Livejournal was fun while it lasted.

Now they have started an April Fools joke that is nowhere as funny as the one offered by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Had no idea until Dreamwidth started rejecting crossposts. Went over to the Dark Side for a peek at the problem and this ghastly pop up ticky box is there like some pesky padlock. No navigation of the site is possible, clicking on links to read comments or anything.
You now have to enter the URL to get to any pages now.

So so glad that I imported LJ to Dreamwidth a few months ago even if it did mean having several years worth of duplicate entries. Had tried to reverse and repeat the procedure several times over the years but always ended up with the double entries since 2009.

Now that particular door has been shut.


Gone are the days when introducing advertising to the service was only ever a sick April Fools joke.
Now they taunt us with legal gobbledygook

7.4 Please note that, User shall be subject to Article 10.2 of the Federal Act of the Russian Federation No. 149-ФЗ if more than three thousand Internet users access the Blog (the Blog’s page) within 24 hours.

Of course this translation of the user agreement is NOT legally binding
But this one is

7.4 Администрация обращает внимание Пользователя, что если доступ Блогу (странице Блога) составит более трех тысяч пользователей сети «Интернет» в течение суток, на Пользователя будут распространяться требования ст. 10.2 Федерального закона Российской Федерации № 149-ФЗ.

This Federal Act of the Russian Federation No. 149-ФЗ seems to appear suspiciously often and anything with Putin's paws on it, is probably going to be an exceedingly nasty piece of work

I guess that any post that becomes too popular too quickly arouses suspicion as a possible pretext for protest. Nothing like using the sledge hammer of the law to crack a nut.

Also strange is the apparent absence of any discussion of this stuff over on Livejournal. Maybe all the Drama Llamas are long gone because they used to go to war over mere trifles and now they are all missing in action.

But there are much more important things to worry about in Russia these days. If they are not meddling in elections or bombing Syria back to the stone age, then there are the attacks from countless enemies.

With so much FAKE news out and about these days, it is hard to know which bombings are committed by terrorists and which are False Flag Reichstag Fires.

We can only be sure of one thing.
When elephants fight, the grass gets trampled.
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It's scary to think that it is exactly 14 years since the Serpent's 'birthday'. It seems like centuries ago but only yesterday.
The magic is long gone but the memories remain.

It was a stinking sizzling 37c today and oh so very tempting to be a lazy snoozy serpent and abandon the annual rituals. Sometimes I wonder if the whole purpose of festivals and rituals is to provide some sort of external structure or deadline to override the lazy lousy inner beast.
Well it certainly worked and it was worth the effort.

Of course there was an added incentive to visit certain sacred sites due to last year's unexpected interruptions to the scheduled program.
In some strange way, not so much the fact of not being at Cottesloe Beach to watch the last sunset of 2014 but simply being unable to watch the last sunset at all because the faint and sickly yellow blob of the northern winter was hiding behind a hundred grey clouds, it was as if the year had never really ended.

So the annual ritual consists of a visit to a certain old lunatic asylum which has been converted into an arts centre. It used to involve a picnic with a bottle of Wynns Cabernet, water crackers and camembert, a quill and bottle of emerald ink and most important of all - a bright shiny new green notebook.
The wine and cheese picnic got left at the Lair for later in the evening since it is a waste of good wine when the day is so hot as well as just being another heavy thing to haul around.

A bright shiny new book to read has also found its way onto the list. This year it is "Wake" from Elizabeth Knox which I managed to snaffle for 3 silver sickles at the charity shop a few months ago. It got rave reviews about six months ago.

So I got as far as one paragraph of this entry when the Keeper of the Keys came to do the lock up ritual at 5pm. But it was a good omen to start in such an auspicious location. That was the main point since hunting and pecking with a horrid tablet keyboard is too much hassle when there's the nice Big Mac serpent friendly keyboard lurking at the Lair. The Big Mac had its 6th birthday last Wednesday and the warranty has long ago run out. It's still doing well and had a much longer shelf life than the ibook got in 2005 with its pissy 256kb memory that was slow as a snail by 2009.

It was amazing how it was like another world within the walls. The plane trees had lost half their leaves but it was quite cool and breezy and not nasty and muggy like it had been when I had set out on the visit. This is largely due to the sea breeze which comes in the afternoon, removes the doom and gloom and lifts everyone's spirits immensely.

It is a day for indulging in nostalgia, for squiggling and doing all the plotting and planning for the new year and review of the old that most folks save for New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.

Last year's little black book also got switched over for the bright shiny recycled diary from 2011. January and February are one day out thanks to the pesky leap year but the rest is just fine. I had been using an old 2009 model for 2015 until I got tempted by the pretty Moleskine diaries reduced to the very tempting price of $3. I bought a couple of extras for 2020.

Tomorrow there is more sizzling weather forecast so the morning will be spent watering the weeds and devising devious means to keep them alive. There's also magic beans to be planted which will provide shade for some of the more sensitive baby trees.

2015 was a very productive year in the Serpent's Garden and 2016 is going to be even better.
izmeina: a snippet of Escher's circle of serpents (serpent)
It's scary to think that it is exactly 14 years since the Serpent's 'birthday'. It seems like centuries ago but only yesterday.
The magic is long gone but the memories remain.

It was a stinking sizzling 37c today and oh so very tempting to be a lazy snoozy serpent and abandon the annual rituals. Sometimes I wonder if the whole purpose of festivals and rituals is to provide some sort of external structure or deadline to override the lazy lousy inner beast.
Well it certainly worked and it was worth the effort.

Of course there was an added incentive to visit certain sacred sites due to last year's unexpected interruptions to the scheduled program.
In some strange way, not so much the fact of not being at Cottesloe Beach to watch the last sunset of 2014 but simply being unable to watch the last sunset at all because the faint and sickly yellow blob of the northern winter was hiding behind a hundred grey clouds, it was as if the year had never really ended.

So the annual ritual consists of a visit to a certain old lunatic asylum which has been converted into an arts centre. It used to involve a picnic with a bottle of Wynns Cabernet, water crackers and camembert, a quill and bottle of emerald ink and most important of all - a bright shiny new green notebook.
The wine and cheese picnic got left at the Lair for later in the evening since it is a waste of good wine when the day is so hot as well as just being another heavy thing to haul around.

A bright shiny new book to read has also found its way onto the list. This year it is "Wake" from Elizabeth Knox which I managed to snaffle for 3 silver sickles at the charity shop a few months ago. It got rave reviews about six months ago.

So I got as far as one paragraph of this entry when the Keeper of the Keys came to do the lock up ritual at 5pm. But it was a good omen to start in such an auspicious location. That was the main point since hunting and pecking with a horrid tablet keyboard is too much hassle when there's the nice Big Mac serpent friendly keyboard lurking at the Lair. The Big Mac had its 6th birthday last Wednesday and the warranty has long ago run out. It's still doing well and had a much longer shelf life than the ibook got in 2005 with its pissy 256kb memory that was slow as a snail by 2009.

It was amazing how it was like another world within the walls. The plane trees had lost half their leaves but it was quite cool and breezy and not nasty and muggy like it had been when I had set out on the visit. This is largely due to the sea breeze which comes in the afternoon, removes the doom and gloom and lifts everyone's spirits immensely.

It is a day for indulging in nostalgia, for squiggling and doing all the plotting and planning for the new year and review of the old that most folks save for New Year's Eve and New Year's Day.

Last year's little black book also got switched over for the bright shiny recycled diary from 2011. January and February are one day out thanks to the pesky leap year but the rest is just fine. I had been using an old 2009 model for 2015 until I got tempted by the pretty Moleskine diaries reduced to the very tempting price of $3. I bought a couple of extras for 2020.

Tomorrow there is more sizzling weather forecast so the morning will be spent watering the weeds and devising devious means to keep them alive. There's also magic beans to be planted which will provide shade for some of the more sensitive baby trees.

2015 was a very productive year in the Serpent's Garden and 2016 is going to be even better.
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It's that time of the year again.
It's been a rather more eventful year than usual due to certain overseas adventures.

The Year of the Serpent )
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
It's that time of the year again.
It's been a rather more eventful year than usual due to certain overseas adventures.

The Year of the Serpent )
izmeina: (Default)
The End of Days

It’s time once again for the annual nostalgia fest for the year.

The Year of the Serpent )
izmeina: Strange Spiral Clock (Time Turner)
The End of Days

It’s time once again for the annual nostalgia fest for the year.

The Year of the Serpent )
izmeina: (Default)
It looks like spring has finally arrived in Dursleyville. It was a crisp and crunchy gorgeous day. Was off slinking at the former lunatic asylum indulging in a bit of nostalgia. But 2002 is dead and gone and even if this year happens to share the same calendar dates, that is about all it has in common. No amount of wishful thinking will bring it back.

Today is significant for less nostalgic reasons. It is exactly a year since the serpent last worked at a paid job. Still not quite gotten over the whole toadish drama.
For the last month managed to pick up one day a week in a voluntary job and will most likely ask to add another day or two some time this month. Oh yesss. People are very happy to have some one working for nothing

Still not got around to posting about the new 'day job'. It's not like the Izzie is so terribly busy even though the third time round doing that evil Introduction to Mathematical Thinking" course is once again proving to be a welcome source of distraction. The discussion forums are particularly addictive.

It's strange. Had also signed up for another course on maths and philosophy. The ideas were interesting in themselves but the lectures were just so plodding and pedantic. Gave up watching them once the third instalment of Keith Devlin's class started up again.

Did potter over last night to do the final exam for the mathematical philosophy class where you get five attempts of four hours each to answer 24 multiple choice questions. They are supposed to vary between each version. There were several questions with only two choices. About half of the others required a bit of serious thought. Got 20/24 on the first attempt and 22/24 on the second. A very good return considering the lack of investment but this was precisely the problem.

I've made it a bit of a challenge to game the system on some of the courses. Of course each time you do the tests you inadvertently learn stuff. One tutor let you repeat them 15 times with this very purpose in mind. But then again he set the pass mark at 85%. But one would expect nothing less from the devious evil genius that is Dan Ariely.

It is an art form developing assessments that reflect real learning rather than the ability to just use common sense or simply game the system. It's precisely the fact that it is quite hard to do well on the graded stuff in Keith Devlin's class that makes it so interesting. Got 47% first time around and 69% the second time back in April. Determined to get at least 75% this time. But it's joining the dots and the light bulb moments that are the real attraction. Oh and of course the drama on the discussion boards.

Sitting at a cafe scribbling out the weekly assignments is actually amongst the highlights of the week. Those old grey cells well and truly need the workout and it makes a change from the usual Sudoku.
Even the poor zombies are coming off second best these days. That will have to change now that November is less than one month away and the Nano forums are all bright, shiny and new. They are looking very spacious indeed in their new incarnation
izmeina: (Default)
It looks like spring has finally arrived in Dursleyville. It was a crisp and crunchy gorgeous day. Was off slinking at the former lunatic asylum indulging in a bit of nostalgia. But 2002 is dead and gone and even if this year happens to share the same calendar dates, that is about all it has in common. No amount of wishful thinking will bring it back.

Today is significant for less nostalgic reasons. It is exactly a year since the serpent last worked at a paid job. Still not quite gotten over the whole toadish drama.
For the last month managed to pick up one day a week in a voluntary job and will most likely ask to add another day or two some time this month. Oh yesss. People are very happy to have some one working for nothing

Still not got around to posting about the new 'day job'. It's not like the Izzie is so terribly busy even though the third time round doing that evil Introduction to Mathematical Thinking" course is once again proving to be a welcome source of distraction. The discussion forums are particularly addictive.

It's strange. Had also signed up for another course on maths and philosophy. The ideas were interesting in themselves but the lectures were just so plodding and pedantic. Gave up watching them once the third instalment of Keith Devlin's class started up again.

Did potter over last night to do the final exam for the mathematical philosophy class where you get five attempts of four hours each to answer 24 multiple choice questions. They are supposed to vary between each version. There were several questions with only two choices. About half of the others required a bit of serious thought. Got 20/24 on the first attempt and 22/24 on the second. A very good return considering the lack of investment but this was precisely the problem.

I've made it a bit of a challenge to game the system on some of the courses. Of course each time you do the tests you inadvertently learn stuff. One tutor let you repeat them 15 times with this very purpose in mind. But then again he set the pass mark at 85%. But one would expect nothing less from the devious evil genius that is Dan Ariely.

It is an art form developing assessments that reflect real learning rather than the ability to just use common sense or simply game the system. It's precisely the fact that it is quite hard to do well on the graded stuff in Keith Devlin's class that makes it so interesting. Got 47% first time around and 69% the second time back in April. Determined to get at least 75% this time. But it's joining the dots and the light bulb moments that are the real attraction. Oh and of course the drama on the discussion boards.

Sitting at a cafe scribbling out the weekly assignments is actually amongst the highlights of the week. Those old grey cells well and truly need the workout and it makes a change from the usual Sudoku.
Even the poor zombies are coming off second best these days. That will have to change now that November is less than one month away and the Nano forums are all bright, shiny and new. They are looking very spacious indeed in their new incarnation
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Such are the joys of getting old. Aside from young things offering the seniors discount, you know you are getting a bit long in the tooth if you are one of those folks who can remember the ascension to power of a certain person who came to be known as The Iron Lady
Had so so forgotten about her fondness for quoting a certain Francis of Assisi. Here’s hoping that the present incumbent at the Vatican does not follow her example.

Spent most of her reign living right next door in Ireland so it was rather hard to escape the trajectory of that swinging handbag and the icy cold stare. We watched the goggle box transfixed for week after week during the Wapping dramas, the coal miners’ strike, the IRA hunger strikes and later assassination attempt, the Falklands war and the crowning glory of all - the privatization of just about everything and the dawn of the new age of Goblin Bankers who under her reign began their ascent to their role as Masters of the Universe

Got to thinking that while the present opposition leader in Oz describes himself as the political love child of John Howard and Bronwyn Bishop, John Howard in turn could be described as the ideological love child of Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher. And like her he kept the top job for some eleven years. But at least she was more entertaining. Love her or loathe her, one could never accuse her of being spineless, wimpish or boring
Many younger people spent their formative teenage years knowing nothing else but this Priestess of the Ayn Rand cult

While loathing and despising her political incarnation, used to relish the weekly fix of the satirical puppet show “Spitting Image” where she was the number one centre stage celebrity. Even managed to snaffle a pair of Ronnie and Maggie squeaky toys for the Dursley’s dogs to play with

Spooks, Goblins and Zombies )
izmeina: Roz with clipboard from Monsters Inc (monsters inc)
Such are the joys of getting old. Aside from young things offering the seniors discount, you know you are getting a bit long in the tooth if you are one of those folks who can remember the ascension to power of a certain person who came to be known as The Iron Lady
Had so so forgotten about her fondness for quoting a certain Francis of Assisi. Here’s hoping that the present incumbent at the Vatican does not follow her example.

Spent most of her reign living right next door in Ireland so it was rather hard to escape the trajectory of that swinging handbag and the icy cold stare. We watched the goggle box transfixed for week after week during the Wapping dramas, the coal miners’ strike, the IRA hunger strikes and later assassination attempt, the Falklands war and the crowning glory of all - the privatization of just about everything and the dawn of the new age of Goblin Bankers who under her reign began their ascent to their role as Masters of the Universe

Got to thinking that while the present opposition leader in Oz describes himself as the political love child of John Howard and Bronwyn Bishop, John Howard in turn could be described as the ideological love child of Ronald Reagan and Margaret Thatcher. And like her he kept the top job for some eleven years. But at least she was more entertaining. Love her or loathe her, one could never accuse her of being spineless, wimpish or boring
Many younger people spent their formative teenage years knowing nothing else but this Priestess of the Ayn Rand cult

While loathing and despising her political incarnation, used to relish the weekly fix of the satirical puppet show “Spitting Image” where she was the number one centre stage celebrity. Even managed to snaffle a pair of Ronnie and Maggie squeaky toys for the Dursley’s dogs to play with

Spooks, Goblins and Zombies )
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Every year the local university has what they call Orientation Day. This is organized by the student union and is basically a feast of freebies where stall holders representing various businesses, political parties and student clubs and societies try to get students to sign up for their ever so worthy cause.
There will also be entertainment such as music and sausage sizzles. This time featured a pizza eating competition. So that kind of crass consumerism is still alive and well
Had been a student there back at the start of the century but was working at the time so rarely managed to turn up any time before 2pm. And then for some inexplicable reason would often get landed with a 3pm shift on that particular day so there was no point in even turning up at all if the mission was to snaffle freebies

Scrooge serpent on the scrounge )
izmeina: creepy spooky old house infested with crawling critters (Haunted house)
Every year the local university has what they call Orientation Day. This is organized by the student union and is basically a feast of freebies where stall holders representing various businesses, political parties and student clubs and societies try to get students to sign up for their ever so worthy cause.
There will also be entertainment such as music and sausage sizzles. This time featured a pizza eating competition. So that kind of crass consumerism is still alive and well
Had been a student there back at the start of the century but was working at the time so rarely managed to turn up any time before 2pm. And then for some inexplicable reason would often get landed with a 3pm shift on that particular day so there was no point in even turning up at all if the mission was to snaffle freebies

Scrooge serpent on the scrounge )
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New Year’s Eve was as hot as hell and the mercury had even passed the dreaded 40. But it was a dry heat and it was reasonably comfortable sitting outside in the shade. The sky was a nice clear blue with a handful of wispy clouds. So at least it would cool down quickly around sunset. How silly of Izzie to think so

By 4pm had landed at Napoleon Street en route to the beach for the last sunset of the year. It was still hot but had become all cloudy. The air was heavy like just before a storm and it seemed most likely that there would be no sunset or rather not one visible to mere mortals
It was much too muggy to sit outside the one cafe that had not closed. So sat inside and sipped tea and ridiculous quantities of water.

While going to the table where all the newspapers were came across a little blue card with a picture of a crystal clear blue sandy beach and the intriguing title “Summer at Dharmapala Buddhist Centre”

On the back was a list of courses and classes. Nearly had fits of hysterical giggling when reading the title of the first one

Cool Down

We all get irritated and annoyed but there are simple methods we can apply that will mean that no matter what difficulties we face we remain calm

Angry ants and Monkey minds )
izmeina: (oro)
New Year’s Eve was as hot as hell and the mercury had even passed the dreaded 40. But it was a dry heat and it was reasonably comfortable sitting outside in the shade. The sky was a nice clear blue with a handful of wispy clouds. So at least it would cool down quickly around sunset. How silly of Izzie to think so

By 4pm had landed at Napoleon Street en route to the beach for the last sunset of the year. It was still hot but had become all cloudy. The air was heavy like just before a storm and it seemed most likely that there would be no sunset or rather not one visible to mere mortals
It was much too muggy to sit outside the one cafe that had not closed. So sat inside and sipped tea and ridiculous quantities of water.

While going to the table where all the newspapers were came across a little blue card with a picture of a crystal clear blue sandy beach and the intriguing title “Summer at Dharmapala Buddhist Centre”

On the back was a list of courses and classes. Nearly had fits of hysterical giggling when reading the title of the first one

Cool Down

We all get irritated and annoyed but there are simple methods we can apply that will mean that no matter what difficulties we face we remain calm

Angry ants and Monkey minds )
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Today was party time in Izzieland. We saw the welcome return to civilized weather. Sunny but crisp and crunchy and a respectable maximum temperature of 27 celsius forecast and delivered
All the weeds are looking happy, lush and green. It was such a relief not needing to water them after last night’s rain
It was time for celebration. Got all snaked up and wore a most special emerald green hat for a visit to the old lurking grounds of a certain old lunatic asylum in Fremantle. It would be a day spent ruminating, plotting, planning and doing a whole pile of squiggly stuff that should have been done yesterday.

The rituals would begin with a detour to Buratti art gallery which presently has an exhibition of Aleister Crowley paintings and other esoteric art work.
Visited this place for the solstice only to find that it was closed over Christmas and would not reopen until Wednesday 2nd January 2013. So instead of gawking at assorted beastly art works had to make do with second best - a certain deck of cards.
But the lure of Wednesday 2nd being the very first opening day of the new year, I figured it was just too auspicious to resist. After all this is a day that has been devoted to matters concerning the invisible worlds for the last eleven years and that would be just the perfect entree before the main course in the Garden of Insane Delights

The map is not the territory )
izmeina: A cute cartoon critter with a bag and a teapot on his head (The Fool)
Today was party time in Izzieland. We saw the welcome return to civilized weather. Sunny but crisp and crunchy and a respectable maximum temperature of 27 celsius forecast and delivered
All the weeds are looking happy, lush and green. It was such a relief not needing to water them after last night’s rain
It was time for celebration. Got all snaked up and wore a most special emerald green hat for a visit to the old lurking grounds of a certain old lunatic asylum in Fremantle. It would be a day spent ruminating, plotting, planning and doing a whole pile of squiggly stuff that should have been done yesterday.

The rituals would begin with a detour to Buratti art gallery which presently has an exhibition of Aleister Crowley paintings and other esoteric art work.
Visited this place for the solstice only to find that it was closed over Christmas and would not reopen until Wednesday 2nd January 2013. So instead of gawking at assorted beastly art works had to make do with second best - a certain deck of cards.
But the lure of Wednesday 2nd being the very first opening day of the new year, I figured it was just too auspicious to resist. After all this is a day that has been devoted to matters concerning the invisible worlds for the last eleven years and that would be just the perfect entree before the main course in the Garden of Insane Delights

The map is not the territory )

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