Pink Moons
by angeliska on December 31, 2008
Ah, another year has found us struck dumb in awe at the turning- this year a strange one, where the perspective has not yet caught up to me. I have lots of resolutions and goals for this year that I’ve (…)
Happy Hexmas!
by angeliska on December 26, 2008
If you haven’t guessed by now, I really get into holidays- in my own peculiar way. I just enjoy the idea that a day, or series of days is extraordinary and to be a reason to celebrate and enjoy any (…)
Winter Solstice – Dark Season
by angeliska on December 21, 2008
Tonight we will celebrate the Winter Solstice, hopefully under the stars with good friends around a roaring fire- mugs of something steaming and spicy in our hands. Right now it’s so cold and blustery outside that my hands are almost (…)
Imps of Winter
by angeliska on December 20, 2008
The other morning when I awoke, a cloud had fallen to earth and everything was enveloped in a thick haze. It made everything seem especially ghostly and mysterious, as if a winter spell had been cast by mischievous imps intent (…)
Crimson Meteors
by angeliska on December 15, 2008
Last night we went to see the Golden Dragon Acrobats at the Paramount Theatre. Oh heavens, they were so incredible! I have rarely seen such feats of daring, grace and strength performed so playfully and (apparently) effortlessly. I want to (…)
Snow Maidens
by angeliska on December 9, 2008
Snow Queen – from a performance I did at the very last Cabaret Revoltaire in New Orleans. Today in Texas there was a record high of 80 degrees. It was too hot for the sweater and scarf I’d worn this (…)
Gypsy Honeymoon
by angeliska on December 8, 2008
Yes, and so we resume our elaborate account of San Franciscan adventures! There was just so much loveliness, it seems a shame not to share it- and if I don’t hop on it.. Bottomless oubliettes will be the fate of (…)
Gold and Gray
by angeliska on December 5, 2008
A series of lazy days, wherein I attempt to hack chunks off of a steadily expanding list, but when I’m chilly I seem to get less done- I need to crouch near the heater and contemplate the dust-motes whispering gold (…)
