Posts Tagged ‘astrology

01
Aug
20

August Birthdays, updated 2020

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Happy birthday to these famous and not-so-famous people I’ve come across………

AUGUST

LEO (JULY 23-AUG 22)

AUG. 3

Hannah Simone (the STUNNINNNNG brunette from “New Girl” (circa 2016 TV))

Leo Metal Monkey

AUG. 4

Abigail Spencer (lovely Caucasian actress with chocolate brown hair, of TV’s Mad Men and Timeless)

Leo Metal Rooster

AUG. 9

Sam Elliott (that infamous actor who has played so many Western/cowboy characters and most recently appeared in a Doritos commercial)

Leo Wood Monkey

Hoda Kotb (co-host of one branch of the Today show)

Leo Wood Dragon

Gillian Anderson (Scully! from the X-Files, among other roles the actress has played, most with blonde, not red, hair)

Leo Earth Monkey

Eric Bana (the actor who did a better job playing a Star Trek movie villain in 2009 than the man who turns into the Incredible Hulk in 2003)

Leo Earth Monkey

Liz Vassey (lovely, lovely actress with curly dark hair, dazzling eyes and a sweet voice; she has appeared in so many small roles over the years…not to make her feel old or anything; I’ve just been seeing her in various places.  🙂 )

Leo Water Rat (unfortunately, for me…and married, which is also unfortunate for me. 😛 )

Anna Kendrick (a sassy lil brown-haired actress who is quickly racking up stellar roles; I first saw her in Up in the Air with George Clooney; but she has made a name for herself in the Pitch Perfect films.)

Leo Wood Ox

AUG. 13

Freya Mavor (Scottish BLONDE actress/model, though she appears as a “redhead” in “The Lady in the Car with Glasses and a Gun”)

Leo Water Rooster? (not entirely sure)

AUG. 15

actress Jennifer Lawrence, who I first knew and loved as Mystique in X-Men:  First Class; she has played a variety of somewhat brash women with deep wells of hidden emotion and has been known to need vodka (or some other alcoholic beverage) to calm her horse-y nerves in public (particularly when appearing on late-night talk shows).

Leo Metal Horse

AUG. 19

Sara Martins (lovely black assistant detective (French? Portuguese?) from (at least one season of) Death in Paradise, PBS/BBC)

Leo Fire Snake

Michelle Borth (SHazam! movie 2019; she played superhero Mary Bromfield; also previously played a gov. agent? on the modern Hawaii Five-O)

Leo Earth Horse

VIRGO (AUG. 23-SEPT. 22)

AUG. 23

Joanne Froggatt (aka Anna Smith/Bates, the kind and charming blonde “lady’s maid” from Downton Abbey)

Virgo Metal Monkey (not entirely sure about this one)

AUG. 29

Charlotte Ritchie (most recently from Call the Midwife, BBC/PBS)

Virgo Earth Snake

AUG. 30

Jessica Yu Li Henwick (On Game of Thrones, she played one of the short-lived Sand daughters from Dorne, who fought and lost to the Iron Islands’ fleet in Season 7; she also played Jessica Pava in Star Wars: The Force Awakens and Colleen Wing in the Netflix series Iron Fist, based on Marvel Comics, 2017-2018)

Virgo Water Monkey

20
Jul
20

July Birthdays, updated 2020

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Happy birthday to these famous and not-so-famous people I’ve come across……..

JULY

KRABULUS (JUNE 21-JULY 22)

JULY 1

actress Hilarie Burton, who I know from the TV series White Collar; she’s quite the chameleon for changing her look, but her sparkling eyes are hard to miss.

Krabulus Water Dog (for anyone else who cares about astrology)

JULY 11

actress Serinda Swan, the fiery eyed actress who played Zatanna on TV’s Smallville and Medusa in the sadly short-lived Inhumans.

Krabulus Wood Rat

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from Big Brother season 18 (2016)

JULY 11

Zakiyah Everette, a stunning African-American teacher who just could not get by in the game with her good looks, thus she scored a C minus (and a C me after the show :D).

Krabulus Metal Sheep

JULY 15

Bridgette Dunning, the enchanting traveling nurse who suffered some comical nude pixel-ation and amputated my heart.

Krabulus Metal Sheep

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JULY 17

actress Grace Fulton; in the SHazam! movie 2019, she played young Mary Bromfield

Krabulus Wood Rat

LEO (JULY 23-AUG 22)

JULY 24

Tori Wilson (former WWE diva; no longer a diva but forever a memorable blonde beauty)

Leo Wood Rabbit

JULY 26

actress Kate Beckinsale, the lovely, sassy brown-haired gal who has played a vampire, a vampire hunter and one cold yet charming wife of Adam Sandler (in Click).

Leo Water Ox

singer Mick Jagger (the king of strut from the ol’ Rolling Stones)

Leo Water Sheep (not a rooster)

actress Helen Mirren (the silver fox with talent that rivals the great Meryl Streep; she kicked butt with Bruce Willis in Red)

Leo Wood Rooster

actress Nana Visitor (the petite, glistening…whatever her hair color is at the moment…charmer who toyed with my heart strings as Major Kira in Star Trek: Deep Space Nine)

Leo Fire Rooster

actress Sandra Bullock (the spunky brown-haired beauty who can play as rough as the boys and cleans up nicely; she gave up Mystic Pizza to pursue a need for Speed and set my heart ablaze with her Proposal)

Leo Water Dragon

actor Jason Statham (the little Transporter who could restart his heart after making a Crank fall; he drives Fast and almost always looks Furious)

 Leo Fire Sheep

JULY 28

actress Rachel Blakely,  an Aussie, one of many small parts from Xena (1995-2001); a brunette with striking eyes.

Leo Earth Monkey

[I will ideally update these lists as I find more birthdays.]

06
Jun
20

June Birthdays; Happy Birthday, Famous People!

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So, I’m going to try something new, this year, making fewer individual posts and more grouping posts for each month.   [Note:  These are meager lists of people who have caught my eye/interest, not a wide-ranging list of every famous person you might know.  So, don’t expect much.  :D]

Without further ado…

Happy birthday to…

GEMINI (MAY 21-JUNE 20)

JUNE 4

Oona Castilla Chaplin (Gemini Fire* Tiger*)

[In Game of Thrones, she played the lovely short-lived wife/nurse of Robb Stark before being slain while pregnant…lovely, lovely woman from Madrid, Spain.  Supposedly, she is cast to appear in future Avatar films?  I am guessing NOT the air-bender variety but the James Cameron blue cat-people ones.]

Angelina Jolie (*Gemini Wood *Rabbit)

[Ya all should know about her, by now…played a hacker in Hackers…made a lil name for herself in the first Tomb Raider films, before Fassbender’s hot wife…got in a sticky situation when she starred with Brad Pitt in Mr. and Mrs. Smith…and now she juggles a bus of kids and being a diplomat to the world.]

JUNE 5

Maddison Jaizani (Gemini Wood Pig*)

[The lovely dark-haired Iranian/British gal pal from CW TV’s Nancy Drew.]

JUNE 7

Emily O’Hara Ratajkowski (Gemini Metal *Sheep)

[Actress/model, UK/American, appeared in “Gone Girl”.]

JUNE 14

Emily Graslie (Gemini Earth* Snake*)

[Archaeology/paleontology enthusiast?; hostess of PBS Prehistoric Road Trip; ginger-blonde? blue-eyed geek/nerd with blue/teal glasses, radiating with charm and soothing comfort; the sort of gal I’d easily pal around and travel with; she reminds me of Laura Dern’s character, Ellie, in Jurassic Park.]

JUNE 16

Sibel Kekilli (Gemini Metal Monkey)

[A German? beauty who appeared in Game of Thrones as the enchanting brown-haired whore named Shae, who enchanted the dwarf Tyrion Lannister.]

JUNE 18

Alana de la Garza (Gemini Fire* Dragon)

[Gorgeous, GOR-GEOUS! American actress from TV’s CSI:  Miami (where I first spotted her and said, “Who IS that gorgeous woman?!”), Forever, Law and Order, Do No Harm, etc.  The world became so much prettier when she came into it.]

KRABULUS (JUNE 21-JULY 22)

JUNE 21

Natalie Alyn Lind (Gemini/Krabulus Metal Dragon, cusp gal)

[Most recently noted for being part of The Goldbergs, Dana Caldwell, Adam’s first girlfriend…and then briefly departed to play an emotional teen mutant in the latest X-Men-related TV show.  ‘Super cute; the sort of girl who makes me think back to the first freckle-faced girls I fell in love with as a kid; I’d be just like Adam G.]

Erica Durance (Gemini/Krabulus Earth Horse)

[Another gorgeous gal I first met in Smallville (TV), then Saving Hope (TV).  She just has that strong, wholesome woman vibe about her; she makes a perfect female version of a Superman type.  So…a Superwoman.]

JUNE 24

Mercedes R Lackey (Krabulus Metal Tiger)

[Author of some magical romance books I read and sort of liked (for the way she thinks and giving magic tastes and smells I could detect).]

Petra Nemcova (Krabulus *Earth *Sheep)

[Model, Czech Republic, vegan; never married?]

JUNE 29

Christina Chang (Krabulus Metal Pig*)

[Taiwan/Amer. actress who appeared in Live Free or Die Hard, CSI Miami, and The Good Doctor.]

05
Feb
20

Harmonic Resonance, Your Personal Gravitational Field

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Have you ever wondered what draws two people together to become lovers or friends?

How do some people attract crowds of supporters or followers while others seem perpetually alone?

Do you believe opposites attract? Or, do you avoid opposites, knowing they only lead to trouble?

Some try to scrutinize the planets and stars for an explanation. Others analyze relationships with parents and spouses and charge a larger fee for their sporadic services. I am now inclined to think there is something deeper, more hidden and inexplicable at work. It’s like writing a book; instructors provide guidelines on what is proper, and then countless author’s ignore those guidelines to write the way they choose in that moment of inspiration. It’s a gravitational pull and resistance that eludes the confines of categories, houses and types. It’s HARMONIC RESONANCE.

Being that there is likely no math, science or pre-written logic to clearly define and/or explain it, one may think there isn’t much to say about this phenomenon. So, hopefully, I don’t talk “too long” and bore you to death. But, if you find yourself intrigued, that’s a positive resonance, an attraction to my words and energy. And, if you resist, if you feel agitated or bored with my words and/or “vibe,” that’s a negative reaction. Both are a form of harmonic resonance. It’s a cosmic secret like what you may refer to as God or the gods; if we fully understood it, we might exceed our human restraints. I do not expect myself to give you all the answers to the questions in your heads; but, perhaps, I can generate some insight or shine a light on what puzzles you.

Since 2001, I’ve been a casual student of astrology. And, while the science has its merits with generating some level of accurate predictions and sorting out relationship chemistry, there remain cases in which people either do not get sufficiently thorough readings or don’t seem to reach the predicted conclusion/goal. On a personal note, I do wonder why connecting with people of a certain sign (or signs, if you want to get technical with all the aspects of moon, ascendant and such) didn’t go as well as I expected. I did my own “math” and came up wrong; or, at least, the relationships ended and left me longing.

From my understanding of astrology, it’s so complex that even avid astrologers are continually analyzing charts to process details; it’s fed by information. Provided little information, the result is quite vague and likely to be inaccurate. Provided more information and plenty of time to consider variables, and you may get a more accurate prediction…but a precise result?

[If you look at the angle of this or the arrangement of those, you might figure out what went wrong. But, what if you don’t see all the angles? What if you assess the situation with only four variables when you could have used seven? Or, what if there is no possible human ability to process the situation?]

Like objects in space, each of us generates a sort of gravitational frequency or vibration. This frequency is affected by thought and emotion in a seemingly chaotic manner. There are thoughts and emotions that we generate and alter daily and others that have existed for some time which do not change easily. The former you might refer to as impulses. You feel like spoiling yourself today until someone you meet upsets your selfish, giddy mood. The latter are more like morals or personal limitations. No matter what Roger says to Bridget, she is not going to start smoking just to satisfy some whim of his. But, with progressive or traumatic influence, Bridget could still be driven to take up smoking or some equally addictive and potentially harmful habit.

Our impulses cause minor shifts in our harmonic resonance and can steer us away from what we desire in terms of long-term happiness. But, what may be defined as core values remain a more consistent, filtering force, rejecting whatever is deemed offensive or negative. And, even beyond that hard clay, which can still be shaped by impacts upon our lives, traumas and epiphanies, there are generators at work, creating frequencies that are uniquely our own. These generators are like fate, beyond our control. We can put all our energy into steering ourselves toward or away from someone or something, but, if it is already determined that we attract or repel that someone or something, our harmonic resonance will decide the outcome.

Positive result examples:

# A man and woman meet as kids, develop a sort of friendship, become separated by school and/or careers and yet manage to reconnect, decades later, and marry.

# Two other people become good young friends but become separated when one decides to marry someone else. After some time, the two old friends reunite and rediscover a spark which leads to the end of one marriage and the ceremony of another.

# Two people, seemingly trapped in an unfortunate situation caused by hazardous weather, discover a bond which blows their minds and leads to a lasting, loving relationship.

# A boy and girl meet in fifth grade, are quickly deemed “a couple” and remain together through their remaining school years and adulthood.

# A seemingly unqualified job applicant has an inexplicably positive effect upon the person hiring new employees. The applicant, despite logical reason to be rejected, gets the job. When asked by their boss, the HR person says they just had a really good feeling about the applicant. [And, a number of other applicants walk away wondering what they did wrong.]

Negative result examples:

# A man and woman get married (for whatever reason) and soon find themselves at odds with each other. Because they are loyal to their religions and under the scrutiny of family, they refuse to divorce/separate, even though there is no love in the relationship. They quarrel more than they enjoy time together. Every year, they just keep grinding against each other and enduring a cold, miserable existence.

# A boy, looking to make friends at school, is too shy to approach the kids he views as favorable. Instead, another boy, who is just as small, lanky and awkward as him, approaches and acts as if friendship is certain. But, the first boy quickly discovers a negative feeling in his gut from the visitor’s presence. Despite the former’s effort to elude the latter, the pestering presence remains for more years than the average human should have to endure.

# A girl, deemed pretty and inexplicably “popular,” draws a shallow circle of supporters, who quickly adapt their appearance and behavior to match their “master.” Another girl, who wishes to join the circle, is not given any satisfactory reason why she cannot and is repeatedly heckled until she develops a harmful habit. The “outsider” either tries to fit in (and still gets rejected) or does not change (and cannot understand why being herself isn’t adequate for being part of the group).

# A highly qualified person engages in a job interview with an exquisitely written resume. All conventional signs point to a guaranteed job offer. But, the HR person can’t shake an unpleasant feeling they have about the applicant; the latter walks away discouraged and confused.

Some say putting a smile on your face can improve what comes next. You’ll attract more friendly faces and willing subjects with that expression. You’ll ace the job interview if you add a firm handshake (and dress appropriately…and put a bunch of profit-inspiring numbers in your resume). But, what if you cannot put that smile upon your face because your mood is too “heavy?” What if you are capable of smiling but still do not reach a positive result? Was it something you ate? Your breath? Body odor?

It is possible odor–not necessarily an odor you can compare to laundry–plays a part in this resonant chemistry. I do think pheramones are a key part of harmonic resonance. But, they are like a spark or flame to a gas; they are a reaction of energies. The output stems from vibrations created by our personal generators. The car’s engine puts out heat and vapors, and the odor of those vapors, laced with chemicals from solutions in contact with the engine, elicit an agitated or pleased response from the humans that detect them. [And, with a certain combination of elements, those car emissions could produce hazardous sparks and/or fires.]

Pheramones are the solar flares of our metaphorical hearts. If you shield yourself from the sun’s rays, you may not feel its warmth or suffer any negative side effects, but you can still look out a window (or at a computer monitor, if that’s your way) and see that the sun is shining. Given adequate time and space, harmonic resonance exceeds man-made boundaries. But, regardless of boundaries, it exists.

I do believe studies that claim perfumes and colognes mask our pheramones, our natural essences that should attract favorable companionship. And, it makes more and more sense when you think about those artificial scents like alcoholic beverages. People drink to forget things and relieve tension; but the alteration of mindset then affects the responses they get from the people around them. Yet, some love drunks like sad puppies or stray kittens, while others avoid the pet store with firm conviction, certain they would not make a good care provider for such creatures (or simply unwilling to take up the responsibility).

If putting on perfume and cologne or drinking throws you into the path of people you don’t want to meet, why bother? Don’t you want to attract people that benefit you and who you may benefit in return?

In the deepest of truths, no matter what you do to yourself, harmonic resonance is the guiding force that will ensure a pleasing result is reached…or continually bother you until you get away from a negative, menacing energy. When we truly listen to our “guts,” harmonic resonance will decide who is favorable and who is to be rejected. Unfortunately, this seems to permit a number of misguided experiences to learn right from wrong (for some, anyway).

I’d compare this to planets, moons and other rocks in space orbitting and occasionally colliding. Does Jupiter willingly bring objects into and reject some from its orbit, or does its harmonic resonance exceed the power of will? Maybe Jupiter doesn’t enjoy the company of certain moons but is presently unable to shed them.

There is gravitational force at play, and, despite the predicted orbits and cycles, unexpected abnormalities occur. We may not look far enough ahead in our “calculations” to know when some clash will occur…or we just cannot predict one. But, there is one evident detail; there is a force at work, a force that can cause you to do a surprisingly good deed for some stranger or cause an unfortunate accident.

Our moods and actions (including dousing ourselves with artificial scents) may affect the outcomes of our resonance; we may miss meeting a good match or crash into a dozen bad ones because of what we’ve done to ourselves or how we let ourselves feel/think in the moment. If we foster a bitter or sad mood, we might miss an opportunity to meet a new friend. But, if a harmonic resonance exists and remains steady, we should be able to bypass any mental and emotional barriers to connect with the “right people.” And, given the right circumstances, harmonic resonance will filter out the negative, menacing, peace-depriving forces in our lives and surround us with positive, reassuring ones.

These questions remain for me. Is this harmonic resonance always positive/pleasing in its purpose? Are we “destined” to meet a positive end, even if unpleasant circumstances get in the way? Or, are some of us “fated” to live miserable lives while others prosper? If negative results are not in the nature of harmonic resonance, why do some seem to suffer most if not all of their lives? And, how does this energy impact the length of those lives? What if the life we know is service of some sort of punishment and harmonic resonance is the shackles?

I’d like to think harmonic resonance is a guiding light that can…will lead us to those other beings that satisfy our souls and cast out those who harm us. And, I’d like to believe I will, one day, find another–if not others–who resonate nicely with me and have a positive impact upon the world, the universe, I know. Or, rather, the union will either make a positive note in history books or more simply satisfy whatever longings I have (which cannot be reduced to just “sex” and consumption). I’ve experienced both positive and negative attractions and had mixed experiences…but nothing good that has lasted and satisfied my being; I haven’t “found my place.”

And, breathe.

So, what have I given you? More headaches or a refreshing perspective?


 

I meant to add another aspect when I first wrote this.

Have you ever encountered someone who is so much like you that others think you two should be friends/lovers…yet, when you think about that “match,” all you feel is animosity?  Could it be you and the “match” have a similar resonance?  That does not mean you two are compatible, unlike atoms of the same element.  [Are there elements that don’t bond atoms?]

But, what happens if the person you admire favors the “other you” or dislikes both people with the similar resonance?  Have you ever seen someone you like marry someone like you…who isn’t you?  [I’d say those are moments when you wish you didn’t know the truth…didn’t know the outcome.]

24
Jan
20

Happy Year of the Metal Rat 2020/4720

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As an amateur astrologer (or astrology enthusiast), I’ve heard a number of tidbits about this new year which seem to suggest big changes, abundance of opportunities and shifts in power…without knowing if all of that is good for all or, as I suspect is naturally the case, survival of the fittest as usual.   There are whispers of staying active, not taking shortcuts/cutting corners and staying positive (not expecting disaster/the worst).  There is also talk of something called a Stellio Contos…er, Capricorn Stellium.  [That’s a little American Dad joke, for those who know the show that well…that is, if I spelled the name right.]

In terms of Chinese astrology, it helps to know how your sign’s element(s) work with the element of the year, metal.  I still have yet to fully understand all of this.  So, if you’re new to astrology, we’re both learning.  And, I’d like to find a friend who can help me make more sense of all of it, this year or in the future (before I’m too old to process this).  I know I thought being of the year’s element would benefit me, somehow.  But, a few years back, my element worked against me.  It doesn’t help to wonder if having a “rising sign” or “hour sign” in the element opposite my birth one is causing some kind of rift in me, causing any blessings to be slighted by my opposite “face.”  Or, am I strangely blessed to have such a combination?  I have yet to understand it.

In any case, I hope…or, rather, anticipate (and desire) some good shift in the powers that be.  Perhaps, this all boils down to replacing the US president with someone more competent and able.  Perhaps, other countries will shift in a positive way, as well, and organizations like NATO will become more beneficial to us all.  Or, we may just see some famous businesses get new bosses, new product lines and/or new staff.  In terms of Chinese astrology, it would seem this is a rather industrious year for new businesses and business overhaul.

So, with that, I present this years little cartoon contributions.

I’ve heard this is a four year, in numerology, so it’s fitting I present four variations.  But, rather than explain them, I’ll let you work that out.  In short, the years differ due to the differences in sun and moon year cycles.  And, the dates similarly differ due to the days of those cycles.

 

 

XIN NIAN HAO (Happy New Year)
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GUO NIAN HAO (Have a happy new year)
GONG XI FA CAI (Wish you happiness and prosperity)
SHEN TI JIAN KANG (‘Good health)

Here are some semi-fascinating tips I picked up from another website…you’ll forgive me if I don’t cite it, properly.  I should note that the New Year FESTIVAL, in its native land, lasts a few weeks and may be observed with time off work/school, depending upon where you live.  These tips are suggested for both native observers and those who travel to the lands that are observing the holiday/festival.

THINGS YOU SHOULD NOT DO DURING THE FESTIVAL TIME AND WHY

BREAKING THINGS = SEPARATES YOU FROM FAMILY FOR MORE TIME, LESS COMMUNICATION/SHARED TIME (IF YOU BREAK SOMETHING, YOU ARE TOLD TO COLLECT ALL THE PIECES AND TOSS ONLY ON THE FIFTH OR LAST DAY OF THE FESTIVAL…AND SAY “SUI SUI PING AN” TO DISMISS BAD LUCK)

CRYING = MISFORTUNE (DON’T UPSET KIDS DURING THIS TIME; NO PUNISHMENT OR HARSH ACTIONS)

TAKING MEDICINE OR GOING TO THE HOSPITAL = INCREASED ODDS OF SICKNESS DURING THE YEAR

LENDING MONEY OR BORROWING THINGS/MONEY = SUFFER A FINANCIAL LOSS (ON THE FIRST FEW DAYS, AT LEAST…AND NO COLLECTING REPAYMENT OF DEBTS, EITHER)

WASHING HAIR = LOSS OF WEALTH  [I don’t know about you, but going without washing my hair for a few days could be dreadful.  I may be wrong, but I am pretty sure this warning is only for 1-3 days at the start of the festival.  I’d recommend not washing hair on the last day, too, just to be safe.]

USING SCISSORS = LEADS TO SQUABBLES (NEEDLEWORK/SEWING IS ALSO FORBIDDEN)
[THIS ALSO INCLUDES NO HAIRCUTS WHICH = A POSSIBLE DEATH IN THE FAMILY, USUALLY AN AUNT/UNCLE]

SWEEPING = LOSS OF GOOD LUCK (IF YOU MUST SWEEP, WAIT TIL THE THIRD DAY AND SWEEP INTO THE HOUSE, NOT OUT…AND DON’T DUMP WATER OUT OF THE HOUSE–AS I’VE DONE FOR AMERICAN NEW YEAR–BECAUSE MONEY AND DUST/DIRT REPRESENT MONEY LEAVING THE HOUSE?)

PORRIDGE (EATING PORRIDGE) = POVERTY? (IT’S THE FOOD OF THE POOR AND SHOULD NOT BE “TAKEN FROM THEM” BY WEALTHIER FOLKS ON THE FIRST FEW DAYS OF THE FESTIVAL)

LEAVING A RICE JAR EVEN PARTIALLY EMPTY = CHANCE OF GOING HUNGRY (KEEP THE RICE JAR/STORAGE TO THE MAXIMUM BEFORE/WHEN THE FESTIVAL STARTS TO ENSURE FINANCIAL GOOD HEALTH)

ALSO, DON’T USE NEGATIVE WORDS AND PHRASES LIKE “RUNNING OUT” “DEATH” “KILLING” “LOSING” ETC.

DON’T WAKE OTHERS UP THE FIRST FEW DAYS…THIS COULD CAUSE UNNEEDED NERVOUSNESS AND EDGINESS DURING THE YEAR.

LIKEWISE, DON’T NAP DURING THE FIRST FEW DAYS…THIS COULD LEAD TO FUTURE LAZINESS DURING THE YEAR.

WASHING CLOTHES (DURING THE FIRST TWO DAYS, ONLY) = OFFENSE TO WATER GOD (AND PLUMBING TROUBLES?)…WHICH IS WHY NEW CLOTHES ARE RECOMMENDED FOR SHOWING OFF (DON’T WEAR YOUR “RAGS”)
[ALSO, DO NOT WEAR BLACK AND/OR WHITE DURING THE WHOLE FESTIVAL; IT’S A SYMBOL OF POVERTY/MISFORTUNE/FUNERALS.]

RECENTLY MARRIED CHILDREN RETURNING HOME (TO VISIT) = MISFORTUNE/PARENTS LOSING MONEY (AT LEAST, HOLD OFF VISITING FOR THE FIRST FEW DAYS)

Fascinating and slightly amusing; no?

Lucky colors are said to be (my least favorite combo, lately) BLUE, GOLD and WHITE, representative of both wealth/metal money and water.  Water keeps the rigid metal rat from being TOO rigid and closer to its nature as a water animal, if that makes sense (maybe because rats are often seen around water and associated with sewers).  I included green in my artworks because American money is still green in some “dated” forms and a symbol of what seems to be tied to industrialism/industrial growth.  I, personally, don’t handle as much gold or silver.  But, I see both the importance and hazards of water and its association with metal and softening what is otherwise rigid.

Rat years, in general, are new beginning years, good years for new projects, career paths, educational pursuits, etc.  It’s the start of a new astro’ cycle.  New is sure to be a word thrown around, often.  But, no matter what you see or hear, you are advised to trust your instincts yet be open to advice and suggestions…if that makes any sense.  Do NOT spend impulsively.  But, be confident in whatever you choose.  Do not shudder as you step forward, if you can manage the courage.  But, don’t leap to conclusions too often/quickly, either.  Don’t be too generous…but don’t be entirely selfish, either.  Like I said…a bit confusing.

You might look into “feng shui,” too.  There is something about the directions certain objects face in your home that can have an impact.   And, this year’s “direction deity” has a semi-amusing name which sounds like a relatively new product for reducing body odors.  You’ll have to look this up, yourselves, as the name slips my p-mind.

 

13
Dec
19

The Birthday Tay Parade -bonus round-

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This is only a test of the WordPress scheduling system.  If this is not a real emergency, it will work and post these images on Tay Swift’s official birthday (as far as I know it).  Again, this is only a test…but these images won’t likely appear, again, elsewhere.

[Wishful thinking, perhaps.]

[How about those for riddles wrapped up in a picture? 🙂  Can you figure them out?]

Happy birthday, Tay!

Mwah!

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Huzzah.  The scheduling tool/option worked, this time.  I guess I will do my best to be more prompt with my birthday wishes in the near future.  Or, at least, I’ll post some pieces before and schedule others.  Now, if only people were as quick to notice/appreciate my previous birthday posts.  I guess people search by the newest/day posted and ignore the older stuff until…what? three days later.  I hope you, Tay, get to see all of my hard work.

16
Sep
19

A Party Year and I Don’t Feel Festive

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Chinese astrology (and, maybe, predictions from astrology in general) is a bit like a certain brand of computer games that seems to have a mind of its own, telling me how and when to play. And, I guess, as I recently experienced a major “glitch” (troubling error), perhaps that too resembles my experiences with Chinese astrology.

I refer you back to 2015…a Wood Sheep year I thought was a sign of finding the love I have sought most of my life. I thought good things were in the near future; I just had to get out and find them. But, not long into that fateful year, I wound up in a hospital and was subject to a number of tests and treatments like a lab rat just to get me back in semi-normal functioning order. The expression “it cost me an arm and a leg” became a grim, somewhat sinister reality that year and continues to haunt me. I saw pretty faces but lost all or never had any chance of achieving a greater connection with them. So much for finding love. If there was any love that year, it was more like pity and it came with suffering.

Now, to be fair, there was no book or placemat telling me that was the year to find love. I took it upon myself to believe that from what I had grasped of/from Chinese astrology. I didn’t have a master/medium/guru to consult. I simply “divined” the possibility from what I had learned. Which, like many of my mistakes in this life, resulted in a slap-in-the-face disappointment.

In 2004, I took a costly trip overseas to fill a big hole in my life’s “experience folder.” I followed the ways of Bruce Almighty and said (to anyone who wrinkled their nose at me when I told them what I had planned), “If you don’t like what I’m doing, you can ‘megabyte’ me.” I didn’t know much about Chinese astrology at the time but had an inkling of good feeling and built my hopes up by carefully planning everything I could. Sadly, while I was ensured a measure of safety from certain harm, plans fell apart, social experiments failed under a cloak of deceptive friendship and I returned home with a case of souvenirs which left me feeling nearly as empty as I did when I left home.

I cried for days if not weeks, nearly as long as it took me to shake the jet lag. I felt as if the monkey (year) had made a fool out of me, once again. I remember watching so many others enjoying themselves while I struggled to insert myself into the fun, somehow. It was a bit like watching a celebration on a big TV and thinking I could step through the screen; there was no logical way to fit into the picture. The party crowd was just an illusion on the other side of a glass wall; I was not welcome (unless I changed who or whatever I was/am, maybe). I took what small positives I could from that experience…it was an experience which taught me a few things I’d hopefully be able to use on future trips to avoid repeat disappointment.

Now, what does all of this have to do with the price of tea in China? Perhaps nothing.

But, this year, 2019, is said to be a year to party and enjoy the fruits of past labors. Yet, as I think of the past eleven years, I cannot fathom how or what to celebrate. I used to dismiss the disagreements with family, who seemed unable to understand my interest in, my passion for celebrations of other cultures, and find my own small way to enjoy something like the Asian moon/harvest festival.

2011 was probably the last year I can recall feeling remotely good about that. I made an effort to grow pumpkins and redeem what was lost in my youth to very strange foul weather, a freak hail storm which destroyed a precious pumpkin plant in my family’s garden in the middle of summer, as if some god threw down a lightning bolt and said, “No! You can’t have any! No pumpkins for you!” I sought out my own kind of moon cake and bought paper lanterns. I had a party for one outside while the rest of my family isolated themselves with TV and computer screens. It was both mildly amusing and deeply tragic.

This year, I feel very un-festive. I feel like…what’s the point? And, somewhat accepting my lack of company on the same wave length, I feel like leaving the lights off and the decorations packed away. The Asian moon/harvest festival just came and went, and I didn’t even check out the moon until the night my most recent upset unfolded, the cliche Friday the 13th. I didn’t find my special moon cake. And, as family talked about caramel apples, I didn’t feel as strongly as I have in the past to get a special one of my own (which usually costs more than I’ve been told makes any sense to pay).

I couldn’t care less about dressing up for Halloween, if family can get together for Thanksgiving or if there are any decorations or presents out for Christmas. I’m slowly starting to agree with all those who “bah humbug” the holidays as commercial trickery. And, that really makes me want to cry. But, perhaps, all my “dammed” tears (tears I cannot seem to shed alone and which continue to amass behind a mental dam) are merely the sound of paper tearing, paper torn by the grim reality of practical value, telling me what is merely an illusion of happiness and what is the biological function of inevitable decomposition.

It’s really difficult to stand firm on any feeling because there always seems to be that other side of the fence making some kind of noise. If you’re the festive sort, there’s someone who’s a “humbug” nearby, trying to lower your lights and silence the music. If you’re the “humbug,” there’s someone turning up their music, launching firecrackers and/or turning their home into a spectacle. It’s like, no matter where you go, there’s no peace of mind. And, if the peace people carol about cannot be found, well, that’s just tragic and tears me to the core. It makes me question everything. And, questioning everything just stops the world dead. Everything becomes a rusting amusement park strung with cobwebs.

I “hear” some factor of Virgo (and/or Pisces?) might be responsible for this recent bout with self-doubt. But, who knows for sure. Though, I do see others, even here, having similar doubts. At least, it appears the doubts are similar. But, knowing my luck, this is just another misconception, another assumed grasp of reality ready to be shaken by disagreement.

It just makes me feel lousy to think this year could be the biggest party in twelve years and I, once more, don’t feel like being part of the crowd. Imagine going the next eleven years, listening to people rave about that party back in 2019 before they bemoan the toils of the present “labor” year.

To be fair, I’m not much of a crowd person, as far as I know my core spirit (though my thoughts of such have been swayed by research of astrology). I’ve never been comfortable at loud parties with countless people…or even a family of fifteen. When I was a kid, grown-ups did all of the partying; and us kids just had to sit quietly with a present, if we were lucky to get one. We didn’t get to play much together nor with the adults. I would latch onto brief smiles from pretty older aunts and cousins and think I was at the door to some magical world…and then be forced to let it all slip away as I returned to a restricted life at home like Cinderella and try to reset my mind for school work and all the education I was being told was important. I rarely knew the true warmth of friendship; friends would appear and disappear or change into something I could no longer accept.

And, I still occasionally mourn the loss of what I consider the best friend I’ve ever had, partially blaming myself (and partially blaming her). She was the only friend who stood beside me and came to my aid when I was suffering; she checked in on me like a good nurse. Male friends were only looking for fun I could rarely supply because I didn’t share the same sort of imagination or have the latest toys. But, *she* wasn’t like that; she would have been my friend, no matter what I had or didn’t have. And, though I didn’t share all of her interests (which made me worry I wasn’t the best of friends), I was fairly content just being with her, seeing her smile and hearing her infectious laughter. Yet, we drifted apart after she denied me the growing feelings I had and went to a different school where she became involved with some guy using drugs; and, back then, that was like a cardinal sin to those of us who had been raised on anti-drug campaigns. Had I known then what I know now, I might not have shuddered at all at the realization and fought to keep her at my side (instead of letting her go and drifting into my own solitary misery). [Granted, to be fair, I was in no position to fight for someone else at the time. I was grateful to have any friend visit me and give me some sign of comfort and/or strength to fight with my own internal monsters. I couldn’t be someone’s hero when I needed my own hero…or heroine (a female hero, not the drug).]

If I had an inkling of that same good, enduring feeling (that I had with her) with another person in the past thirty years, I’d be less inclined to mope. But, sadly, I cannot say anyone could compete with her. A rare phone call or email just isn’t the same as someone who could pay me a visit and shake the tears from my branches until I could smile, again. A pen pal is a nice dessert but far from the main course I still do not have in/with me. And, I think of all the things we had yet to do together, things so many young lovers claim they’ve done (or so I hear). While many turned their focus to the pursuit of sex, I was thinking about so many other possibilities that would bring far better, enduring joy. It just never came to pass. And, at my age, it seems like a foolish notion to consider anything outside of a world of broken marriages and single parenthood, of “sloppy seconds” and “second chances,” if that, of people making desperate moves out of desperate positions only to fall back into fruitless ruts after attempting to satisfy their “sweet tooths” (or sweet teeth?). I don’t want to think any window has closed for good………..

….So, we’ve reached that point in my train of thought when I know I need to hit the breaks (Tsssh!) and regroup so I can get on with my life before I am completely and permanently derailed.

I know I shouldn’t let any of this get to me. But, I feel an inclination to mentally stab myself (not using an actual knife) for missing out on some festivities, for not making the proper moves to share in the fun, every time word of some party going on reaches my ear. I don’t buy into all the “best ever” and “bigger than ever” crap people keep pitching. But, I know there’s a party…and, even though I’m not the best party joiner…suffering from some variety of social discomfort/anxiety…I’m missing…something. I suspect what I am really missing is the joy of good companionship, of friendship and revitalizing love. But, many if not all of us feel that pull when people are enjoying themselves; don’t we? You feel like you’re on a dark street looking in on some lively, colorful crowd laughing, dancing, eating and drinking. You feel just a little like that infamous Scrooge traveling the pathways of time and space with those three eerie spirits.

But, down the road, I doubt these feelings will matter much…or they will just become “wash” in the layers of sand gathered during aging. I just…don’t want to be an old humbug. But, I also don’t see a way around it. And, that makes me quite nauseous and tense.

And, how does one go on living when the past seems so empty, when your story cannot feel as good as that of another you encounter (and it makes no sense to say it’s better than the case of some other poor chap)? When that fateful day arrives to write an obituary about yours truly, what will it say and who will write it? I currently don’t have someone I know will do myself justice in print. Nor, even if I did, can I feel good about filling this life to its fullest. Maybe I never should let such notions get into my head. Maybe everyone can only live life as full as they can or the Fates allow. Maybe I only get half a life while someone else gets twice their expected share. Maybe that’s just the way of the cosmos and beyond human understanding…and not something we humans should dare pass around as fact or expectation.

So, what if I write my own obituary? Would that matter? A little. And, still, it would feel empty. Because, aside from my good intentions and fewer deeds of service than some I’ve come to know, I see plenty of missed opportunities either thrust upon me by controlling and/or mentally abusive adults or spawned from within myself by genetic “doubts” and “fears.” And, it pains me to think of when I did take chances only to fall flat on my back and injure myself. It’s as if even trying to do something was in error. So, why try anything? It’s a question that continues to peck at me and leaves me feeling restless.

If only I could tune out the rest of the world and focus only on what is in front of me. Even if I could or would do that, could I be content or find contentment in that? Or, is it already too late?…because I’ve bitten the apple that flooded my eyes with illusions of wonder?…with ideas of what could be and pretty faces I wish I could call my friends and lovers?

03
Aug
19

In Other T. Swift News… August, 3, 2019

*****

The fires of my feelings for Tay Swift continue to burn and cause me internal upsets as I periodically wonder…and worry…what’s in store for her.  Or, rather, worry what some other prince and big machine…er, corporate nightmare may do.

I am reaching out to the universe to guide and assist me.  And, the universe…and Tay…have a way of speaking.  Or, am I imagining some of these things?

While doing some leisurely shopping with family, I came upon an old CD of Tay’s and *swiftly* purchased it; my first Tay Swift CD (because intense mixed feelings have kept me from investing in the music, feelings I’ve already touched on in other posts and cannot adequately/briefly describe here).  It felt strange.  I felt like some creepy older guy buying a kid…kid’s old music.  The CD was unopened, factory sealed, as if someone had a flash of interest or received it for free and cast it aside.  The cover glistened with gold, screaming SPEAK NOW.

[And, you know what makes that album special?  2010.  Well…it wasn’t the first year I noticed you/Tay.  But, I think, in 2010, I started speaking to people about my infatuation with you/Tay.  My first artworks, of a digital sort, began around 2009, as was a special gift I made for someone, who was trying to secure a relationship with someone she loved, with the words of your Love Story.  I think, as my memory currently fails me (I should have notes on this somewhere), my first glimpse was sometime between 2001 and 2007, before Katy Perry had her debut CD/fans.  But, around 2010, I began admitting my feelings.  When people would ask if I had aspirations to marry her/you, I’d timidly say, “Yeah.  I mean, she’s just…special.”  I’d brace myself for laughter/ridicule and my own feeling of foolishness for carrying such a torch, for essentially being the guy with the poster on his wall and all the other fan swag, though I continue to admit I am not a superfan…more of a personal, sensitive admirer who is vibrating from your aura, not your stardom.]

I felt as if some ghostly hand was tapping me on the shoulder, telling me to say something.  Say what, universal Tay?  What haven’t I said?  What should I say?

Or, have I said something right and am now being heard?  Because I am picking up little signals as if either I am getting through…or someone else is having the same thoughts, and I am just picking up echoes in the airwaves, like seeing a TV show on the west coast a few hours after it already aired on the east coast.

I see a new album on the horizon…titled Lover…and that has me (concerned) something else is on the horizon.  On one hand, I should be happy for her (if it is).  I shouldn’t be casting any doubt or pushing any buttons labeled CANCEL.  But, on the other hand, if I may be so selfish, I hear a lil voice in my head that looks like Tay in nerdy glasses shouting something about sitting on the bleachers.

I just watched a video for a song called The Archer which resonates strongly with me, though the message is a bit cloudy at parts.  Tay, you kinda go in circles with that one.  I presume it’s a meditative tool, a means of looking at yourself in the mirror.  But, it also speaks, as many of your songs do, to some mystery figure either in your life or in your fantasies.  As I listened to the words and music, I felt like I was sitting in some humid room with sun slicing through window blinds and a fan running…and I felt this vibration running through me like I was being probed by an alien spaceship.  I felt half-naked and uneasy, under scrutiny and grasping for understanding.  I felt a ghostly hand reaching out to merge with another.  I saw astrological imagery spanning across a sunrise (or sunset).

I felt like I am/was so close to something real; I can almost smell it.  And, I’m left with an inexplicable ache when the music ends.  I don’t want that to be the feeling I get when I hear her, your voice, Tay.  But, I don’t know how to resolve the feelings I have without you.  Yet, as with many things in my experience/life, no matter what I think, life finds a way.  I just wish and hope the way leads to you and I meeting in the middle.

You see…not a typical fan.  I can’t say I am a fan.  I am an admirer…a fantasy lover…in a little town called WordPress.  [Well, me fantasizing about you as a lover.  I am not sure you’d fantasize about me…but you probably DO fantasize about someone like me.]

Maybe you’re right.  I just need to *calm down.*  [I doubt you’ll forgive me for being a bit gay-phobic, when it comes to gay men, at least.  And, I know I’ve said some hateful things about Ryan Reynolds, but did you have to include him in that video as a painter?…was that a not-so-subtle message to me?]

Stay tuned, Tay fans.  And, send those good vibes and wishes my (our) way.

And, Tay?  YYYou know what to dooo.  [I personally am not sure where else to send my thoughts/words.  The channels are murky at best.]

 

 

18
Apr
19

Dear, Dear Tay (Taylor Alison Swift)… I have something personal to say, again

*****

Otherwise titled:  Tay Fever Strikes, Again…Digital Art Explosion, April ’19, Stage 5, Critical Mass

Tay?  If you’re out there…  I’ve been thinking about you, again.  You don’t know me, yet.  And, if deja vu means anything, you may miss your chance if I don’t take every chance I can get.  I’m a tragically timid, relatively paranoid, creative soul seeking purpose and partnership.  In some ways, I feel you and I are like two wheels meant to work together in some big clock that will revolutionize the world (in a good way, just to be clear, considering all the madness happening in recent years). 

I suppose I’m better off exposing myself (not THAT way, sheesh) in some video like that kid who wanted you to be his date to Prom.  [The thought would have crossed my mind, too, some years ago.  But, I didn’t even know you back then.  And, thinking of trying such a thing now…I am not so elastic that I could easily rebound from a rejection letter or no letter, at all.  I don’t even know…I’m not looking…did you ever respond to or visit that boy?]  But, while you risk your neck in the spotlight every day, I don’t have an army to put out fires, screen incoming calls, watch my back and counsel me.  So, I am treading cautiously but feeling strongly.  And, if you’ll work with me through this, we’ll both get the answers we need without more than a little heartache as a possible consequence.

I’m clearly not a man of few words.  I would not fair well on Twitter, sadly.  So, get comfortable and prepare to read.

As I wandered through my latest wave of obsessive fantasy thinking, I thought about your upcoming birthday, a small milestone on the road to the legend I am fairly certain you will one day achieve.  [Or, am I supposed to help with that?]  I started having the affectionate, loving thoughts of a horse getting ahead of the race. I haven’t even taken step one, and I’m worrying about step thirty.

I’ve had crushes on other musicians; I still carry tiny torches for a few, even if I am fairly certain those feelings are going nowhere.  Yet, each torch is different.  And, that certainly applies to you.  There’s something extra special about you (or that’s just what my infatuated mind is telling me).  And, every time I imagine myself standing in your presence, I am torn between passing out and turning into some mythical figure, like a mortal obtaining superhuman powers, as if you are some magical battery that would impact my evolution.  [I cannot say the same about most of those other torches.  Some women are just hot flames attracting moths to their doom.] 

If I think about it long enough, or if I look at countless photos and tabloids, I quickly lose steam and shrivel up into a ball without ambition; I feel dwarfed, out of style and out-classed.  I try to remind myself I only see a glimmer of the real you.  [And, you’ve likely seen nothing of me.]  And, I am not sure if that helps me feel better or makes my lofty visions more painful when I “realize” they’re not happening.

I went from seeing no other place to put these than in a “closet” to composing a birthday montage/letter which I could still wait to send.  But, the universe is stirring me to seize the moment.  And, if I’ve learned anything in this life, it’s usually my choice to wait that costs me so many opportunities.  Yet, when I leap at chances, I’ve also received my share of burns.  

Presently, I cannot feature my finest work in its video form.  But, I can show the parade of images that completes the “Side A” of the letter/video and enclose a “transcript” of “commentary” and the “Side B remix.”  And, why not, I’ll show a few from the collections that couldn’t fit nicely into the videos.  And, if you haven’t already, be sure to look back at previous posts with images of and messages to you.  [I’ll leave the birthday wish picture out of the lineup, for now.  So, at the end, where it says this was a thirty-page something…it’s currently twenty-nine.  And, you’ll just have to pause to read everything in each frame, as I see no way to adjust the speed of the slideshow.  [The “premium video version” lasts about 4 minutes and 30 seconds with all the bells and whistles.]

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If I am posting this during springtime, consider my explosion of creative output a side effect of Tay Fever. And, I’ll likely need a box of tissues.
Dear Taylor “Tay” Alison Swift,

This is a text reproduction of a video compilation I put together with two “sides,” like an audio cassette or vinyl record. If you are unable to see the video, just imagine these words set to the music of Elton John’s “Your Song,” as sung with the artist known as Pavarotti. Why “Your Song?” Because you write and perform songs, and I occasionally aspire to write, compose and perform songs, as well. I have a few guitars and am looking for a good teacher. 🙂 And, I’ve been known to have a good singing voice. Portions set in brackets are artwork captions. Some carry some small clue to/aspect of Tay and/or my identity. Others are meant to be amusing and related to the feature image in some way. ‘Plenty of cartoon, movie and song references to be found.]

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If ANYONE reading this–as I am enclosing it in my blog–has a means of contacting Tay, let me know. I can email you the video(s) I have not been able to post here (with my current “account settings”), and then you may either post them in your (YouTube) space or pass them to her, and I will be very grateful to you for your assistance. Mind you, the smallest video is roughly 3 MB in size and just a one-minute smile…while the more glorious ones, set to music and sprinkled with special effects, are 21-45 MB, depending upon upload quality, I guess. If that is too big for any email–as is possible–then, perhaps, I can craft a CD-ROM and “snail mail” my creation(s).

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Side A

Tay? Honey? I need a moment of your precious time…to tell you what’s been on my mind and in my heart.

[Table 13! Order up!]
[Tay Swift Soup. It’s Mm-Mm good. {She’s a hot dish.}]

<–I’m not sure why I felt the need to associate you with hot soup (and an old commercial tag line)…but I was in a bit of a silly mood. And, in an odd way, you are a sort of (attractive) comfort (food).–<<<

I don’t want to *serve* you some tripe about being your biggest fan…because I’m not. I like a few of your songs and think you are stunning.

<–Around this point, Elton John sings that resonating line about having a face that cannot hide well, little money and big aspirations. This is a line I imagine us both saying at some point. [Though, in your case, I cannot be sure about the money detail.]

I like to think I do okay with hiding my face. And, even in the small instances I’ve seen of you online, I see you trying your own way (which also plays a part in my selection of this “costume”). Obviously, you’ve been sufficiently caught, considering how these tabloid-photography mosquitoes are. But, the face I have a hard time hiding is my feelings, even if people claim I am hard to read. When I let them out, my feelings can be quite a force of nature. Or, in this instance, they’re like the side effects of a non-alcoholic intoxication, getting carried away with a desire.

And, I could spend countless hours conjuring up fantasies of what I’d like to do with and for you. All I’ve designed so far is just a sampler. But, I guess, I must curb my enthusiasm until some of those fantasies become realities, lest I really get carried away and accomplish nothing.–<<<

[I’m a Sagittarius cat!]

I don’t want to *pussyfoot.* But, I’m a socially timid guy trying to reach a star in this hazardous world. [I am not eager to be just another YouTube spectacle.]

<–I know others have successfully reached you via YouTube presentations (possibly just the lucky few to get turned into tiny broadcast news stories). And, I wouldn’t mind someone with an account featuring one or more of my videos for me, just to reach you. But, I am so sick of hearing about LIKES and VIEWS in the news as if such numbers mean anything. And, if recent news of deaths related to the pursuit of such fame isn’t enough to confirm some of my discontent feelings? For me to risk exposing myself on camera for a chance–not a guarantee–to make the kind genuine connection I seek and not just look like some drooling freak/fan…is it worth it? If I am not regularly using a YouTube account for anything productive…if it’s not part of some business…it’s just costing me money and fueling impulsive audiences like certain stores fuel impulse shopping; and that’s no good. Not everyone posting videos becomes the superstars seen on the news and talent shows; it’s just the latest “panic” spreading like the old “funniest home videos” race-to-fame-and-a-tiny-fortune. And, I am not yet comfortable, as an adult, doing something I might have dared to do as a kid with just a tape recorder to record his silly performances.–<<<

<–Then Elton sings that line about attempting a sculpture of his love interest. While I share his pessimism about the result, that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try. When my creative juices get going…and when there is a glimmer of hope they will serve a righteous purpose…there’s no telling what I will all create. This whole presentation is likely just an appetizer.–<<<

Even now, I am a little parched. Don’t leave me low and dry. But, I imagine you being like an oasis.

I think of you as a breath of fresh air…

…refreshing rain…

…or dazzling sunshine…

…day…

…or night…

…you mess with my tides.

When I’m down, one look at your smiling face can pick me up. And, when I’m up, one tabloid about you can bring me down.

<–The Sagittarius truth. Attributed to your “fire,” your face can light up my day. And, one blurb about you with some other guy can derail my schedule.–<<<

Tay, I want to fall into your arms and rustle your branches.

[What happened to my favorite tree?!]
[Dunno. I’m as *stumped* as you.]

I don’t ever want to bring you down…unless we’re being playful…or you threaten my spirit.

<–And, to threaten my spirit harshly enough to earn retaliation worth any concern, you’d have to blatantly do or say something I’ve identified as strongly disliked. I’m generally non-violent, preferring to attack the same way I honor, creatively (similar to your tactic–if it is a tactic–for turning ugly feelings into a song). Well, as I hate repeating myself, you can read more about this in my blog.–<<<

You may not be a cut above the rest. But, you’d be one hot present under the Christmas tree.

<–This is both a bit of a tree joke and a way of saying I may be so infatuated with what I think of you, Tay, that I could be blind to an unpleasant truth I have yet to learn. In the first frame, two hikers find a favored tree missing from the forest; in the second, that tree is standing over a pile of presents. So many lovers spill lavish words and make lofty claims about their partners being the prettiest or best something, only for the relationship to fall apart when someone just as pretty or “better” comes along. I think you’re stunning. I think you are just scratching the surface of your talents and capacity to influence the world. But, can I confirm you are the best of anything in the world? Truthfully, no.–<<<

<–Any guesses about why I make several references to wood/trees?–<<<

[*Gasp* I’m the luckiest (older) boy in the world!]

I may not know where you are or where you’re going.

[Zelda?]

But, I want to travel with you…around this world…and throughout the universe.

When you need to venture on your own, I hope you enjoy yourself.
And, when you’re coming around the mountain, I wanna meet you there.

<–A Sagittarius needs a certain amount of freedom/personal space; and I want to be sure I respect that (and am likewise respected). I also want to be a welcome face when you return from any venture that separates us; welcome back and let’s celebrate. This is a sample of my effort to follow the Golden Rule.–<<<

[It’s up to you, Tay! But, would you please contact Writingbolt? I’m tryin’ to sleep, here!]
[Shut up! He’s confessing these feelings his way!]
[New York! New-ew-ew Yorrrrk!]

I wanna wake up…in a city…that never sleeps…because we kept them up all night with our *shared energy.*

[Uuuh. Miss Swift? There is a charming man at the front gate who appears to have fainted from walking here just to speak with you.]

And, I will walk a thousand miles just to be the man who falls down at your door.

Because, there’s a fire in your eyes. And, when it’s gone, I want s’more.

I want to write songs with and for you. I want to get creative with you for as long as we live.

[I see love in our stars. Ooh! Is that Jupiter?]
[Arrow points to the costume I picked out which you could rock. A costume soon to be identified if you don’t already know it.]

I want us to howl at the moon because we are madly in love.
I want to share a lifetime of slumber and costume parties.

And, I want you to light up my life. [But, a big part of that requires your help to bring us together.]

But, then again, I hardly know you! I could be totally wrong. And, if I am…if I have you completely wrong…..

[Is this the forest of true love?]
[Leaf me alone! You’re barking up the wrong tree!]

<–Again, could I just be overly infatuated, considering I haven’t actually spent any time with you in person? And, could what I’ve learned with astrology be wrong? And, what if my message comes at a bad time? When you are otherwise…well, I am sure you can finish that sentence.

…Then this is one *honey* of a WOOPS! [Now, you see Swifty Honey, a variation of the anime heroine Cutey/Cutie Honey.]

[Now you know; and knowing is half the battle.]

Happy birthday, Sunshine.

Sincerely, your secretive admirer, Writingbolt

[Awoooo! She’s not a complicated monster. She just wants a lifetime of unconventional lovin’ with Writingbolt.]
[Swift!]
[Darn tootin’.]

Don’t be a monster in my closet…
[…Unless you’re engaging me in passionate, freaky sex for the rest of our lives.]

<–Or, if you need a better understanding of that bit…
First, “The Monster in my Closet” is a title given to something you, Tay, and I have both written (though your project surely varies from mine).
Second, if someone is going to haunt my closet, I don’t want them to make me miserable. If your “monster” was someone who violated you, I am speechless. My “monster” is a sexual fantasy linked to a dream (or nightmare) I had as a child. I don’t want some past love to make me linger with regret. I want that secret visitor, monster or otherwise, to be a constant source of pleasure.–<<<

But, if you just want to hug, kiss and hold hands while we explore the universe, I can *eggroll* with that. 🙂

<–Translation: Not everyone has to be a passionate sex fiend. And, romance–though I wish to use a word that is not associated with the Roman Empire–does not need to be an endangered art. Great love can be experienced on a spiritual level, too. And…I am partial to the Far East and eggrolls, just in case we have (American) Chinese food for dinner.–<<<

To learn more about the socially timid bachelor and artist known as Writingbolt, contact him via email, using one or both of the provided methods on his contact page. Once he trusts you with this, he will open the doors to phone calls and other means of contact.

You may also find useful details by reading and/or looking at some of his blog postings here at WordPress, including aspirations for the love of his life and a few personal details that managed to escape his concern for privacy and safety.

The preceding was a thirty-page* love lett–er, birthday card to the lovely Taylor Alison Swift. Her photo and all artwork, aside from editing, were provided by internet search and cartoons painstakingly clipped by Writingbolt, pieced together into this request for a blissful relationship. If the artist is misguided or too late with his request, please inform him on how to reach Miss Swift…

*Can you guess why this was designed to include thirty pages?

Or, he will just do his best to recover and move on with his life.

<–Just to be clear…that means I am looking for a way to accurately reach you, Tay, with this message. If WordPress isn’t sufficient, I am asking for assistance. And, if there is something wrong with the message or its timing (you know what I mean), then I guess I just have to suck it up and get on with my life. I will try my best to hold my head up high and continue to honor you in my creative endeavors (as long as I don’t make myself sick).–<<<

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Side B

[In this variation of the previous, new thoughts pop up over the previous captions, and some images are replaced with other artworks and added effects. It’s sort of like a commentary playing over a DVD movie.]

Or, better yet, let me show you how you’ve inspired me and consume a large portion of my creative energy, since 2009.

Actually, I’ve only recently started putting your face into digital art.

[That Face]

<–What I failed to include (or cut so you wouldn’t have to pause the video to read long paragraphs at every frame) was how I’ve dabbled with pencil sketches (portraits) over the years and used your love story song, once, in an effort to play Cupid for someone. I’ve also had you in mind while crafting my own ideas for a modern Jem and the Holograms movie and writing my first books; not novels, mind you, but books. Though, I did sort of have you in mind when designing a particularly holy character in a mini-series I am still struggling to complete. But, I didn’t get the sudden urge to create so much digital art until I found the courage to post a birthday letter/greeting on my blog. These are mostly photo manipulations, something I haven’t done in years due to…–<<<

An old fear, something few, I doubt, would understand, repressed the urge for a long time.

<–I won’t adequately explain this without cracking a dam of emotion. And, I’d prefer to do that only when I feel comfortable in the company of a trusted soul. I have a feeling saying certain things makes them happen. I also have this feeling certain events have already taken place in a way that causes me to experience unpleasant (to say the least) deja vu. In my effort to counter the negative possibilities, I am crafting and voicing pleasant fantasies as one might put on a “vision board.”–<<<

But, your love story (song) lit a torch, nearly a decade ago.

<–As I just said, I started cooking with creative ideas around 2009. And, I continue to have moments when my thoughts turn to you.–<<<

[Tea with Taylor in the Morning]

<–Me imagining a Skype chat with you while sharing cups of tea, somewhat inspired by a brief segment featured on the TV series Community.–<<<

A torch that has been burning…

…through tabloid stunners and short-lived relationships…

…and kept on burning up until this day…

[I Got a Letter, Jem-esque song lyrics by Writingbolt]

…when I finally found a little song in my heart…

…and a video to compose for another.

<–Just to clarify, I was picturing you as Jerrica Benton from the Jem cartoons when the song “I Got a Letter” popped into my mind. And then, as I considered turning my vast collection of portrait/photo-manipulation variations into a video compilation, I was drawn to Elton John’s “Your Song.” It may be that easy for me to write a song. Even if it’s just a small “tease” of a song, you might say, “Why don’t you (take lessons and) write more of your own songs?” But, I have less desire to write for myself than I would, knowing I had someone valued to fill my heart. And, together, who knows what we could create……that seems to be a crutch of mine. I’m both selfish for limiting what I do until I get something in return…and selfless when I find myself desiring someone or happy to be in their company. Put a smile on my face, and you’ll likely get a hundred in return. And, if I find you in need of a smile, I’ll likely make an effort to put one on your face. But, don’t expect me to entertain you or do anything on my own unless I say I will do it. And, even then, can I guarantee I’ll follow through? Like a building that withstands centuries, I need a good foundation of love and trust to build myself up and become a better factory…or fruitful tree.–<<<

If you’re not a fan of seeing your face this way, forgive my creative choice.

<–Not everyone appreciates seeing their face being added to a cartoon (particularly a shapely anime) character. ‘Just checking. Because, as the caption reads: I don’t ever want to bring you down.–<<<

I just had a moment when I pictured you as a heroine.

And, this character came to mind. Not for what she is (technically, an android built by a man who lost his daughter and wanted to preserve her beauty as well as create a heroic female figure to fight the encroaching darkness in his world) but for her beauty and what she does.

You hear the calls of others and rush to help them.

You’re not just a musician. You’re a traveling muse and activist, in your own small way.

So, now I’m calling.

And, I pray you’ll answer.

Will you be my heroine?

[Swifty Honey…with a freshly lit torch and a “dynamite” manga (comic book) page that reflects my feelings.]

I’m not some sick child on his deathbed or charity trying to feed a nation.

I’m just a man, an artist, looking at a beautiful woman, wishing he could get to know her better.

<–That’s not exactly great English for a yet-budding author, but it came out the way it did. And, I’m sticking with that.–<<<

A face and a spirit that can improve the world better than some of the most famous artists. And, I want to honor and work with you.

<–I’ll take a favorable portrait of you over the Mona Lisa and Venus de Milo, any day.–<<<

[A one-year subscription to Rattle and Hum magazine, a blend of astrology and music in a fantasy magazine composed by you and I, featuring some columns with witty references to your favorite color and certain songs.]
[A silhouette image for a possible tour poster or just a computer’s “wallpaper,” featuring one of those acoustic guitars with your name on it.]

[Thanks, Elton John. It’s still *your song.* But, it works nicely, here.]

[A possible new (vinyl record) album cover, titled Red-Velvet Lover, a play on the band Velvet Revolver (not a personal favorite, just a name that tickled a funny nerve while thinking of writing music for you), referring to your preference for red and an image I found of you rocking a pair of red velvet boots. Also, a play on RCA Records–whether or not you associate with them–and a touch of astrology.]
[A 1970s-ish talk-show image for commercial breaks, similar to what you’d see on the old Johnny Carson and Merv Griffin shows, featuring three different looks I have seen you sport.]
[A cover for a novel I imagine us writing together. Do you like my “pen name?”]
[A portrait that includes 13 words I associate with you; 13 in regards to the day you were born.]

Nearly a gigabyte of Taylor Swift artworks and videos? Am I sick?

<–I get self-conscious, at times, wondering if I am becoming inappropriately obsessed. I’ve received quite a bit of criticism, over the years, about my personal feelings/interests. I feel all of my creative energy would be better put to use in an existent relationship and/or serving some active purpose. But, at the moment, and too often, it’s spent in a daydream, wishful thinking. I’m terrible at “breaking the ice” (at least, in the public eye). I hate just spinning my tires. But, fears get in my way and slow me down. I am quite alone and lonely with my feelings. If such whims took no time, at all, and could be made in a flash, this might seem easy to pass off as inexpensive as a casually sent greeting card or memo. But, I have really been getting sucked into this. I’m trying to finish writing a book, and this happens. And then there’s that deja vu feeling that haunts me. It would be nice to finally, someday, know someone who can take all I can give and make it feel worthwhile, to satisfy my creative spirit with gratitude and purpose.–<<<

Happy birthday, Sunshine.

Sincerely, your secretive admirer, Writingbolt (AP)

[An image of you as Adora from the 1980s She-Ra cartoon, thinking about (me), another blonde heroine you could fit. Someone off-screen asks who is the mystery man whispering in your woods. That’s a little joke about the forest the heroes (in that cartoon) defended.]
[Swifty Honey with a mob of cartoon cats; just me thinking of your interest in/preference for cats.]
[An image of you as Jerrica Benton from the 1985 Jem cartoon, receiving a letter…the inspiration for “I Got a Letter.” I was rather pleased with my effort to recreate the audio-tape-ribbon portions, as was common on Jem product packaging.]
[An image of you as Princess Zelda from the Legend of Zelda video games; except you are the beauty just starting to form your legend. Note the snake print and “Triforce” of guitar picks.]
[Another possible record album for you, titled “My Tay on the Highway,” a collection of songs to keep people entertained on road trips, featuring Swifty Honey with a *red* Jeep.]
[An image of you a few years into the future, running for President of My Heart.]
[And, lastly, a second image of you as Jerrica Benton…just another wishful thought. :)]

[And, a disclaimer for anyone other than Tay reading/watching (the video): If you are watching this, please pass the message any way you can to reach Taylor Alison Swift. And, thank you.]

As suggested, you may–and I hope you will–reach me via email via one of the methods provided on my Contact Me page (here) at WordPress. If you have any questions about myself, my creative output and/or just about anything on your mind, I am happy to answer them (in private). I may not have all the answers, but I have plenty of thoughts and opinions. 😀

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Lengthy Disclaimer #??:  I know I’m not the only obsessing Taylor Alison Swift fan to use her image this way.  But, I’m also not the average fan…not exactly a super-fan.  Some of you know this, already…well, if you’ve been truly following my emotional tides.  I don’t study her so closely that I know her favorite everything.  I don’t subscribe to the newsletters and follow her like the camera folks that stalk her every move.  [How DOES one live like that?]

I know she likes red, cats, responding to the calls of others (though I am not sure what exactly determines who gets a response), handbags that don’t exactly sit on her long, lean arms right and enough daringly short outfits to attract every mosquito in the world and defy any concern for aging for years to come (with no need to compete with the likes of Jennifer Lopez, as some images give me the impression).  I also know what I like and don’t like, obviously, as much about her; I know what makes me think she is quite awesome and a worthy partner to challenge, complement and inspire me, as I would do the same, I think, for her.  I’ve touched on some of that, previously, and don’t want to repeat much.  I know it’s not healthy to dwell so much on someone you’ve never met, never spoken with and may never get to know as personally as you’d like.  [‘Still crossing my fingers!]  But, truth be told, she keeps getting into my head!  And, the last thing I want to do is make that sound the least bit creepy.  But, in a way, it IS a bit creepy.

For whatever reason, I had another “episode” and found myself obsessively crafting variations on these concepts.  They swallowed up a rather large chunk of time over the past few days.  But, I wasn’t having much luck crafting anything else.  As I already said, writer’s block has been shutting me down (for weeks).  And, I haven’t had much ambition to create any (useless) art for a while.  I’ve lost my practicing spark, again.  But, thinking of famous people who have captured a piece of my heart, namely Tay (as I continue to call her, affectionately), gave me a little drive to create…something.  I’m just not sure how to classify this stuff without putting myself down.

And, thinking about time passing me by, as I am sure she is thinking, too, I got to thinking about weighing these…maybe silly aspirations for the pursuit of any kind of relationship.  How much longer before the next love interest on my lofty list ties the knot?  [I had planned on posting something about one who recently got married, because it really got under my skin…but I have resisted, as I felt it wouldn’t accomplish much.]  It’s a really difficult thing for me to do, separating fantasy from reality.  It’s painful and uncertain.  I mean, if I am going to be true to my Sagittarius (or not so Sagittarius) roots, I have to believe anything is possible.  Yet, doubt, fear and a trail of tabloids have a “funny” way of bringing me down.  So, which way do I go?  All I can do, for now, is put what I have “out there.”  Right?  And, I have the feeling this isn’t the best place.  But, that’s me, too, I guess.  I don’t pick the best picnic spots.

In short–ha–I simply hope these creations serve a valid purpose and don’t just look like obsessive nonsense.  I’m considering them items on a sort of “vision board.”  I’m speaking to the universe which speaks to me.  Hear me, universe?  I’m calling out to someone I value for some reason even though we’ve had no real contact.  And, if you’re kind, you’ll help me make the right contact…if it’s meant to be…if I’m not just under some spell like one who falls in love with a character only to find the actress who played that character is nothing like the latter and thus defeats the interest.  Better to have loved and lost than never to have had the chance to love, at all, right?  Well, have I had the chance to love?  Is this the love I am to lose before I even hold her hand?

 

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19

Happy Year of the Earth Pig, 2019/4719

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Chinese New Year is just around the corner, again.  February 5th, to be exact.  It’s the year of the Earth (brown or black…or yellow, if the ol’ Voltron cartoons have anything to say about the elements)  Pig.  [I may not be here to celebrate in the moment.  So, once again, I am posting this in advance.]

Like the previous year, this is supposedly a good year for generosity as well as reaping rewards.  Though, the past year was better for investments.  This new year is a time to party and enjoy the fruits of labor before the next year, the Metal Rat, when a new cycle begins and all sorts of new happenings start popping up to change the way you look at life, I have a feeling.  Anyway, this next (moon) year is supposed to be good for just about everyone, including some who fear losing control.

Here are my designs for the Earth Pig year.  Notice all of the other animals are present, and the rat is white (metal) in anticipation of it’s time the following year.

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And, I’ll throw in one I made by editing a snippet from an Urusei Yatsura cartoon.  The moment I saw the pig, I immediately thought of the upcoming new year.

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