I need help with recommendations for an artist. I'm hoping to commission a piece. It's of the God, Neptune, and it's based on Sooj's song. Please feel free to suggest friends, yourself, someone who's work you saw in the subway. Grin. Thanks Guys!

I'm back from Windycon, and the experience was such a rush that I'm only now returning to normalcy. The people were incredibly welcoming. The filk was wonderful, and I finally had an agenda-free weekend to actually enjoy it. Alexander James Adams, S.J. Tucker, and Tricky Pixie were brilliant as expected. In addition, I actually bounced in my seat in anticipation when I read in the online program that Amy McNally had a concert scheduled. I was NOT disappointed. Bonus: She's working on an album! Double Bonus: It will contain "Aldivalloch," with Betsy Tinney (which I heard at the Dead Dog Filk...swoon!) Now you know what I want for Chanukah! (Either that, or the "Wicked Girls" poster). Heather Dale was another standout. Discovering her this late, and having already bought CDs, a DVD, and the prints of the members of Tricky Pixie, I had to choose one of Heather's CDs. I chose "The Road to Santiago," primarily because it contained the song "Sedna." That song alone would have sold me on Heather.
The DVD that I got was the Seanan McGuire concert from Duckon 2009, although I'm having trouble getting all the tracks to play. It's got Amy playing fiddle AND singing! CDs included Alec's new "UnSeelie Self," and "Scorpio 5," with music that I've never heard before from....JULIA ECKLAR!
I'm back into the pattern of grad school (in the middle of my last class!), internship, and work. Life in SC is a drag, but I've got GAFilk to look forward to. Hope to see you all there!

When in Rome,
I'll do as the Romans do.
But then, in any city,
I'll think of you.
Your dirt.
Your smell.
The bitter cold.
Radiating heat.
Art so profound as to make you weep.
Neither cheap nor easy,
Yet one of the best things in life.
The dream of millions,
You draw them all,
Chew some up, and spit them out.
Others of us
You never let go.

So, I've crossed over the Gay milestone into Old Age. Grin. I don't feel over the hill. Every woman that I spoke with today about being over 40 said that their fourties were their best decade. I'm going to aim for that.
Today was full of puzzles...I worked on putting a literal one together, and I've been trying to fit my dreamed of future with what seems possible now. I like puzzles, but the latter one has been getting the best of me. Today, I just relaxed and began to enjoy the ride. Thank all of you who were a part of it!

I'd always assumed that "Veronica Mars" was simply an updated version of Nancy Drew for the Naughties. This week, I tried out the pilot on Netflix, and I was hooked. So dark! It matches my mood, post break-up, completely...dark, with an underlying perkiness just dying to emerge.

Today was a good day. I relaxed a little. I went out on the waterway with new friends. I actually forgot, for up to minutes at a time, that my heart is broken...and I read about Seanan and delicious cupcakes!

This is the largest disaster that I've ever experienced. The financial burden is considerable. I'm shuffling money around,trying to organize the cleanup. It's tough, but I'm making it happen. The tried and true industries of the past are out of commission. Innovation seems to be keeping the area alive, but alive isn't living. The folks battling the leak are a continual source of strength. Amongst the tragedy exist the odd moments of unexpected joy. They are priceless.
The hole in my heart, like the leak in The Gulf seems to resist all efforts to plug the leak. Sadly, as in BP's leak, the spew went almost unnoticed and unaddressed for too long at the beginning. When the dangers of the problem became apparent, I, like Obama, BP, and Republicans did a lot of anxious whirling. Sadly, nothing seemed to help. My tension rose, like that of the US. As vacationers flocked to new spots not on The Gulf of Mexico, I went to new places. While some were interesting. they hold no candle to where I was before.
My brain, the "CEO" which got me into this situation, is suspect. The trouble is, that he's saying that he'd "like his life back," and, that's the truth. Unfortunately, there's a #$@%ing hole in my heart and no machinery imaginable to plug it up. Capping that difficulty, the damage from the leak has damaged the fragile environment of my precious world. How can I repair that?

This year, as in 2010, life has proven to be mercurial. I'm still reeling from some of the changes, and I'm just beginning to feel the effects of some of my choices. I don't regret planning to return East...yet. I do wonder if my relationship will survive it.

I've been absent from LiveJournal for years...What brings me back? Consonance, Tricky Pixie, Filk, and a commitment to writing every day. It won't all be on here. Grin. I don't have that kind of time yet.

In two months, I will be moving to Myrtle Beach, and there I plan to make time to stretch creatively. I'll be working with my writing and learning my way around a fiddle. Grin. Ask me about it when next you see me!