Tower Tarot

Alas, the Tower Tarot card has threatened me again... 4 out of 5 readings, it is always ominious.

Several weeks ago I went to the Brew and did a quick 3 card reading. I ended up getting cards all within the Major Arcane. My future held the Tower. I am already familiar with this card. It seems to come in cycles. "Within the next six months, something unfathomable is going to throw you off your path. It is nothing you can stop, but inevitable. You will have to build up from skeletons."

I'm not just a superstitious person, I am just aware and have come to terms with the fact that energies can transfer and inanimate things hold on to energy and reveal truths, whether these objects are stones or cards.

I used to do my own readings when I was younger, until my cards flew off my porch one day. I reaquainted myself with meanings yesterday, and am itching to buy a deck. I've seen quite beautiful decks, such as the Deviant Moon Tarot by artist Patrick Valenza.

Yes, I want to collect decks.

Speaking of collections, I picked up a nice analog clock the other day. It's very steampunk, the gears and skeleton of the clock can be seen. It inspires me to collect more clocks.

Art Post

Roger Ballen - Boarding House

Brothers Quay Films - Street of Crocodiles

Fred Tomaselli - Glassy

Mark Ryden

Kristen Tercek - Cuddly Rigor Mortis

Roaul Hausmen

Jan Svankmajer

Violet la Lavalliere

I have so much accumulated jewelry that I've put together that I created a store on Etsy. I only have about 6 listings up currently and over 25 necklaces. It wasn't my intention, however some people have taken interest so that's cool. I hope to go shopping for more unique pieces instead of craftstore generics. Its relaxing, the only thing I've got right now.
Otherwise I feel scattered and all over the place except contained in a tiny area (a cubicle perhaps?) . I am giant Alice with arms and legs out doors and shattered windows, glass leaving beads of blood.

ON Ambivalence Avenue

Long time no blog. Time has passed, dramas and tragedies have passed and are repectively after-affecting. It it pouring outside, a reminder that there is an outside world with weather, as opposed to this room> cubicle im in. What good cheer have I tried to provide for every day life? I have pinned a drawing by John Thompson from an instumental band called Inherit the Moon's vinyl, there is a black and white photograph of me and Nadia from Usdan days that seems like yesterday though it was six years ago. I am sitting in front of two monitors, one a widescreen, that connect and sit on the diagonal corner of my juxtaposed desks. There is a shelf with various borrowed computer language books in C sharp, VB.net and WPF xaml that I barely finished, my mug featuring a headless version of tiny Alice holding a tag wrapped around the handle that says Drink Me, it is half empty of coffee. I added a tiny Bamboo Plant for life.