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A. S. Byrd
| Main blog: | This Is Not 4 You | | Age: | 25 | | Birthday: | May 30th 1981 | | Gender: | Female | | Occupation: | Artistic / Creative | | Location: | United States, Texas, San Antonio | | Religion: | Metaphysical Rationalism |
| Heritage: | Mediterranean, English, Amerind |
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| Body Size: | Sturdy | | Height: | 5' 6" (168 cm) | | Eyes: | Pale Blue | | Vision: | Glasses/Spectacles | | Hair Color: | Dark Red | | Hair Style: | Straight - Medium | | Skin Tone: | Ghostly | | Best Feature: | Eyes | | Clothing Pref.: | Thrift Store | | Undies: | Briefs - Low Rise |
| Relationship Status: | Married | | Family Info: | In contact with younger brother, mother, and adjoining side of her family. Communication with the other side is at their will, which is rare. | | Sexual Preference: | Bisexual leaning toward Women | | Astrological Sign: | Gemini (May 21 - June 21) | | Existing as: | Human | | Smoking: | Occasionally | | Liquor: | Regularly | | Exercise: | Occasionally | | Your Home: | Live with husband | | Biography/About: | Meyers-Briggs: INTP - Recluse, writer, metaphysician, theologian, philosopher, amateur chef, linguist, chaoist, rationalist, parapsychologist, gamer, blogger. | | Likes: | Husband (Fortuna/Toshiaki-kun), fine cuisine, traveling, writers who make me feel something, intelligence, the occasional cognac cigar, warm bedclothes, pajamas, hot baths, my potted plants; my collection of stuffed penguins; sudden thunderstorms, angry sex, journalism, media, & people who can gracefully accept sincere praise. | | Dislikes: | 90% of humanity, including: Children, junkies, goths, otherkin, religious fundamentalists, blog meme-whores, telephones, learned helplessness, followers, habitual victims, spirituality-by-trend, fad dieters, new-age crystal-wearing chain-smoking goddess worshippers, rednecks, shit-kickers, blatant stupidity, overly positive people, rules lawyers, anal retentives, festering pits of STD, too many animated .gifs; neon colors; ass kissers, slimey people, 'ufologists' & those lacking in true self-awareness. | | Interests: | Writing, metaphysics, journalism, cooking, orchids, literature, parapsychology, conspiracy theory, decoupage, media, tea ceremony, Italy, psychology, film, music, magical theory, photography, ritual theory, philosophy, theatre, roleplaying games, Japan, foreign films, independant films, anime |
| Books: | Simulacra & Simulation, Liber Null & Psychonaut, Naked Lunch, The Things They Carried, Going After Cacciato, House of Leaves, Small Gods, Ontological Anarchy, Condensed Chaos, Ender's Game, The Power of Myth, Psychology and the Occult, Synchronicity, Watership Down, Heart of Darkness, The Mothman Prophecies, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas | | Authors: | Joseph Campbell, Mircea Eliade, Ayn Rand, Thomas Harris, Frank Herbert, C. S. Friedman, Lon Milo DuQuette, William Gibson, Isaac Asimov, Phil Hine, Aleister Crowley, Robert Metzger, Georges Bataille, Shakespeare, Moliere, Orson Scott Card, Robert Pirsig, Joseph Conrad, Tim O'Brien, Ray Bradbury, Bill Whitcomb, William Burroughs, Timothy Leary, Allen Ginsburg, Genesis P-Orriage, Lovecraft, Douglas Adams, Hakim Bey, Austin Osman Spare, Rex Stout | | Music Genres: | Classical, Big Band Jazz, Swing, Opera, Alternative, Metal, Techno, Industrial, Classical Guitar, Flamenco, Latin, Bollywood | | Bands/Artists: | Bach, Beethoven, Leoncavallo, Wagner, Mozart, Yamaoka Akira, Saint-Saëns, Kronos Quartet, Apocalyptica, Benny Goodman, Glenn Miller, Kaizers Orchestra, Duke Ellington, Royal Crown Revue, Danny Elfman, Hans Zimmer, Aphex Twin, Mychael Danna, James Newton Howard, David Bowie, Beck, Santana, Rammstein, Das Ich, Funker Vogt, Metallica, Puscifer, TOOL, A Perfect Circle, Soul Coughing, Nine Inch Nails, BrainBug, Trans-Siberian Orchestra, Live, System of a Down, Marilyn Manson, Mindless Self Indulgence, Tarkan, String Tribute, The Union Underground, Liszt, Verdi, Puccini, Daler Mehndi, O-Zone, Dave Matthews Band, The Darkest of the Hillside Thickets, The Tiger Lillies | | Songs: | The Goldberg Variations, Vesti la Giubba, Beyond the Sea, Sing Sing Sing, Sober, Smooth, Schism, Golden I, Mein Herz Brennt, Sonne, Ek Dana, Imagine, El Tango de Roxanne | | TV Shows: | X-Files, Oz, Big O, Manor House, Regency House Party, PBS, Discovery, IFC, Firefly, Nero Wolfe | | Movies: | Fight Club, Requiem for a Dream, Memento, Remains of the Day, Ravenous, Donnie Darko, Schindler's List, Kill Bill, Pulp Fiction, Pi, American History X, Identity, Trainspotting, Alien, Session 9, DUNE, Red Dragon, Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal, Signs, The Village, Seven, 8mm, Boondock Saints, Grosse Point Blank, Kyua, Spirited Away, The Ring, Apocalypse Now, From Hell, The Last Samurai, Five Deadly Venoms, Iron Monkey, Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon, Bladerunner, Ichi the Killer, Visitor Q, Samurai Fiction, To Live, Mystery Science Theater, Pitch Black, Chronicles of Riddick, Moulin Rouge | | Actors: | Gary Oldman, Edward Norton, Monica Bellucci, Joaquin Phoenix, Anthony Hopkins, Geoffrey Rush, Tadanobu Asano, Clea DuVall, Peter Stormare, Jason Lee, Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman, Helena Bonham Carter, Samuel Le Bihan, Mark Margolis, Tomoyasu Hotei, Vincent Cassel, Sing Ngai, Christopher Eccleston, Ellen Burstyn, Hugo Weaving, Giancarlo Giannini, Lambert Wilson, William Hurt | | Games: | Go, Chess, Enochian Chess, RPGs, Shadowrun, Cyberpunk 2020, Ars Magica, D&D, Heavy Gear, Mage: The Ascension, Vampire: Dark Ages, Giovanni Chronicles, RIFTS, Tribe 8, Call of Cthulhu, Ragnarok Online, Silent Hill, Fatal Frame, Final Fantasy | | Season: | Winter at the cusp of Spring. | | Food: | The Simpler the Better, Red D'Anjou Pears, Pomegranates, Navel Orange, Pineapple, Plum, Rice, Betel, Asparagus, Artichoke, Black Olives, Capicolla, Truffles, Salmon, Portobello Mushrooms, Peppermint Ice Cream, Grapes, Blackberries, Falafel, Good Cheeses, Sticky Rice, Curry | | Drink: | Water, Jolt Cola, Coffee, Wine, Tea, Green Tea, Earl Gray, Clove and Orange Rind Tea, Sencha, Macha, | | Quotes: | "Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money." - Moliere | | Position: | "Sex" is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other." - Marquis De Sade |
Adulthood & Reconciliation
music: "Turkish Dance" by the Spiel Klezmer Band
Still reading The Hero With a Thousand Faces (Joseph Campbell), and I find myself going back and re-reading sections that I missed or was lost on. There's something about this book that requires a read, then a re-read...the first time around, there were aspects that I am only now slowly struggling to absorb in their subtlety. (Although I feel, refreshingly, like a first year student, there's a freshness to it that is hard to place.) I marked this passage down as I was reading further, then came back to it:
"It has always been the rime function...
Bluebonnets, Change, and the Void
Last week my husband brought home wildflowers. One, a rose verbena, the jagged corm of leaves topped with a circular crown of purple flowers, the other a blue bonnet, a tall, graceful flower with many tiny blue blossoms, throated like a snap dragon in miniature, tipped in bright white. Both are flattened and dried now, but the bluebonnet carries the delicate hint of its living self, though not as vividly as when it was fresh, the memory lingers around it. His first gift to me back in 1997 was a handful of bright, vivid red-orange Indian paintbrushes, blue bonnets, purple verbena, saffron...
Beautiful, but sad...
I was watching the birds this morning, listening to their dull cacophony through the curtains, accompanied by the nervous chattering of my cats, who so desperately wanted to eat them...and for whatever reason, I found myself remembering something I'd read years before.
"These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots; Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is...
Clearing Fog
My city wakes in a rush of purple mist, rising up over the valley rim, hazing the green canopy of live oaks in a deep, quiet gray. The atmosphere in the mornings is always humid, particularly in the spring, when the mornings are cool and sleepy, the days burning bright, white-hot, reducing soil to sand, eroding at everything it touches.
This morning was quiet. Leaving Fortuna asleep, I climbed from our shared bed, clumsily tugged my ragged blue jeans (my favorite pair) over my hips, then crept outside to sit on the front porch, to loiter with the stray cats and observe the violet dawn. No...
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