door slams in fourth world
Apr. 21st, 2015 12:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanamaI swear though, I don't need you to to tell me these things, cut-rate Alex [surname removed]. And then shut up because I'm going… home… goddammit. Or what is it?
I thought about putting that line and then just talking about the real world and the wildlife center and Cyprus but I suppose it needs context. See, I had this dream last week. It was an exceptionally vivid one, in which I was at an Atlas Lab concert and Désirée and Go were there and one of these bands that played was chamber music with a guitar, but Atlas Lab didn't show up and it was just John and Sam and Alex and Alex was wearing a gas mask as part of his stage getup, yeah, okay, cut-rate Dr. Krieger, and Alex was telling me Emma feels awkward too so don't say anything that would make the situation worse, like I didn't already know that and I said "right? I mean, shut up" and then I woke up. Fuck.
In between I was watching some weird animated version of Her with one of my sister's friends.
****
And now back to the real world. Sorry, I have like a million different things I need to say to a million different people. Emma's in Cyprus and I want to talk to her about music and art and songwriting and Gabriella and apologizing to Alex, I don't know where Emma is but I wanted to explain the situation in Cyprus regarding its annexation by Greece and subsequent invasion by Turkey in more detail to her. I don't know where Gabriella is but I'm going to word vomit in front of her and I'm honestly dreading her reaction but I guess the last time I word vomited in front of someone, and I guess we're even closer friends than we were before, so maybe everything will be ok, but I kinda want to have Emma with me when I do it for support or advice or maybe but hopefully not sympathy hugs. She likes hugging her friends, though, so maybe a congratulatory hug would be nice.
See, I told you things would get real confusing real fast.
I thought Arielle was Emma, as if Emma could grow her hair in such short an amount of time, also she lost the glasses and I think she got a nose ring. Maybe Emma has a nose ring. I know Emma does. God damn it. Or what was it…
Arielle is emphatically not an artist.
I seriously can not write that name without writing "a-i-r-i-e-l."
Arielle is actually a really nice name. It's not Ariel, which is a male (sexless, actually, but Prospero uses the male pronoun) air spirit from the Tempest and moon of Uranus (maybe she'll meet Miranda one of these days, and if you're wondering about Umbriel, the moons were supposed to be named for faeries but someone fucked up and named a moon Miranda and now they're all given Shakespearian names. Personally, I'm fine with that. And it's kinda hard to imagine a cold, desolate, and unremarkable moon named Tinker Bell. I told her about Emma's trip to Cyprus even though Cyprus is the setting of Othello and not The Tempest) with a really extreme seasonal cycle that probably consists of "fucking cold" and "really fucking cold", and Airiel, which is a band I listened to obsessively after both my reunion with Emma and the time I poured my heart out to Emma.
I told her that Cyprus is probably at the bottom of my list of places I want to visit, not because it's dangerous like Yemen or South Sudan or the Democratic Republic of the Congo or repressive like Turkmenistan or North Korea or Iran or both like Syria, but because it's under my radar.
I told her to show up on Mondays if she could. I think this Monday is just anomalous. If not, I'm back to being the only volunteer and I am not ok with that.
Ariel is paired up with Umbriel. Ariel is light and Umbriel is dark. Someone on Tvtropes called Ariel and Umbriel boring iceballs in the middle of blackness, dead as a doornail, which is pretty apt. There's a description of a moon in The Frozen Heart that is "nothing lives or has ever lived on the surface of this dead moon," and that fits Ariel.
Also, it's like 45 degrees out and I had to bring out my winter coat. On frigging Marathon Monday it's frigging colder than it was on frigging Christmas. I'm going to be the one who skips the dark months of April and May in some country you've never heard of. Me, not you. You'll be Alex Crabs, the stupidest frozen person in the world.
Saturday I saw a guy with some really cool floral tattoos, including a passion flower and a lily.
Check this band out. I think I know one of the members but I'm not sure. Maybe I know her via friend circle osmosis, like when I knew who Christina was before I actually met her. Maybe friendship is a sphere whose center is everywhere and the surface is nowhere and it wouldn't be complete with the inexorable barrier of space.
She says when listening to music "sometimes you don’t want to hear 'Things will get better' 'It will all work out'. Sometimes you just want to be a stupid sad sack." and that's why I listened to a shitload of Airiel.
I ended up showing a lot of people the reptiles. We got some red-footed tortoises which don't have names and may not be here for very long.
i got to talk to Désireé but only briefly.
***
If you're wondering how things are going in Northern Cyprus, just forget the official Color Exchange blog exists. No no no, you're going to deal with Emma's website. Don't use the link I gave you in in the spring twilight. Try going to www.soleiarts.com If you're me, you'll get a blank page. Reload it and then click on "blog," and that should get you there. If you still get a blank page after reloading the main page, add blog manually so you get www.soleiarts.com/blog I know, it's annoying. It's against my policy to comment using facebook, especially when the comment box is covering up some text about sprinting on the very tip of Cyprus. And look, I tried the latest version of Safari. I can't be fucked to try any other browsers, and I forgot to ask Jack to try it on whatever browser he was using, ok.
You can tell Emma doesn't use Sporcle because she wrote k-y-g-y-r-z-s-y-t-a-n.
She said it was in Turkish but it looks like English to me. In order of decreasing likelihood, she reposted it in English, the page has automatic translation, or I've somehow gained the ability to understand Turkish.
This is not Turkish: şğğüğüğşöööçöçç ŞşŞşğğĞüüÜçŞÇÖ
Rachel Corrie would be impressed.
Burning question: who is Emma, Lewis and/or Clark?
I thought about putting that line and then just talking about the real world and the wildlife center and Cyprus but I suppose it needs context. See, I had this dream last week. It was an exceptionally vivid one, in which I was at an Atlas Lab concert and Désirée and Go were there and one of these bands that played was chamber music with a guitar, but Atlas Lab didn't show up and it was just John and Sam and Alex and Alex was wearing a gas mask as part of his stage getup, yeah, okay, cut-rate Dr. Krieger, and Alex was telling me Emma feels awkward too so don't say anything that would make the situation worse, like I didn't already know that and I said "right? I mean, shut up" and then I woke up. Fuck.
In between I was watching some weird animated version of Her with one of my sister's friends.
****
And now back to the real world. Sorry, I have like a million different things I need to say to a million different people. Emma's in Cyprus and I want to talk to her about music and art and songwriting and Gabriella and apologizing to Alex, I don't know where Emma is but I wanted to explain the situation in Cyprus regarding its annexation by Greece and subsequent invasion by Turkey in more detail to her. I don't know where Gabriella is but I'm going to word vomit in front of her and I'm honestly dreading her reaction but I guess the last time I word vomited in front of someone, and I guess we're even closer friends than we were before, so maybe everything will be ok, but I kinda want to have Emma with me when I do it for support or advice or maybe but hopefully not sympathy hugs. She likes hugging her friends, though, so maybe a congratulatory hug would be nice.
See, I told you things would get real confusing real fast.
I thought Arielle was Emma, as if Emma could grow her hair in such short an amount of time, also she lost the glasses and I think she got a nose ring. Maybe Emma has a nose ring. I know Emma does. God damn it. Or what was it…
Arielle is emphatically not an artist.
I seriously can not write that name without writing "a-i-r-i-e-l."
Arielle is actually a really nice name. It's not Ariel, which is a male (sexless, actually, but Prospero uses the male pronoun) air spirit from the Tempest and moon of Uranus (maybe she'll meet Miranda one of these days, and if you're wondering about Umbriel, the moons were supposed to be named for faeries but someone fucked up and named a moon Miranda and now they're all given Shakespearian names. Personally, I'm fine with that. And it's kinda hard to imagine a cold, desolate, and unremarkable moon named Tinker Bell. I told her about Emma's trip to Cyprus even though Cyprus is the setting of Othello and not The Tempest) with a really extreme seasonal cycle that probably consists of "fucking cold" and "really fucking cold", and Airiel, which is a band I listened to obsessively after both my reunion with Emma and the time I poured my heart out to Emma.
I told her that Cyprus is probably at the bottom of my list of places I want to visit, not because it's dangerous like Yemen or South Sudan or the Democratic Republic of the Congo or repressive like Turkmenistan or North Korea or Iran or both like Syria, but because it's under my radar.
I told her to show up on Mondays if she could. I think this Monday is just anomalous. If not, I'm back to being the only volunteer and I am not ok with that.
Ariel is paired up with Umbriel. Ariel is light and Umbriel is dark. Someone on Tvtropes called Ariel and Umbriel boring iceballs in the middle of blackness, dead as a doornail, which is pretty apt. There's a description of a moon in The Frozen Heart that is "nothing lives or has ever lived on the surface of this dead moon," and that fits Ariel.
Also, it's like 45 degrees out and I had to bring out my winter coat. On frigging Marathon Monday it's frigging colder than it was on frigging Christmas. I'm going to be the one who skips the dark months of April and May in some country you've never heard of. Me, not you. You'll be Alex Crabs, the stupidest frozen person in the world.
Saturday I saw a guy with some really cool floral tattoos, including a passion flower and a lily.
Check this band out. I think I know one of the members but I'm not sure. Maybe I know her via friend circle osmosis, like when I knew who Christina was before I actually met her. Maybe friendship is a sphere whose center is everywhere and the surface is nowhere and it wouldn't be complete with the inexorable barrier of space.
She says when listening to music "sometimes you don’t want to hear 'Things will get better' 'It will all work out'. Sometimes you just want to be a stupid sad sack." and that's why I listened to a shitload of Airiel.
I ended up showing a lot of people the reptiles. We got some red-footed tortoises which don't have names and may not be here for very long.
i got to talk to Désireé but only briefly.
***
If you're wondering how things are going in Northern Cyprus, just forget the official Color Exchange blog exists. No no no, you're going to deal with Emma's website. Don't use the link I gave you in in the spring twilight. Try going to www.soleiarts.com If you're me, you'll get a blank page. Reload it and then click on "blog," and that should get you there. If you still get a blank page after reloading the main page, add blog manually so you get www.soleiarts.com/blog I know, it's annoying. It's against my policy to comment using facebook, especially when the comment box is covering up some text about sprinting on the very tip of Cyprus. And look, I tried the latest version of Safari. I can't be fucked to try any other browsers, and I forgot to ask Jack to try it on whatever browser he was using, ok.
You can tell Emma doesn't use Sporcle because she wrote k-y-g-y-r-z-s-y-t-a-n.
She said it was in Turkish but it looks like English to me. In order of decreasing likelihood, she reposted it in English, the page has automatic translation, or I've somehow gained the ability to understand Turkish.
This is not Turkish: şğğüğüğşöööçöçç ŞşŞşğğĞüüÜçŞÇÖ
Rachel Corrie would be impressed.
Burning question: who is Emma, Lewis and/or Clark?
