This song has the magical ability to kill foul moods. It's so quirky and upbeat and just happy.

On a more personal note, I'm horribly excited about this new single because, to be honest, I hated "Pork and Beans." A lot.
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MUST STAY AWAKE!!! I MUST SAVE THE UNIVERSE!

Not my art or my copyright, obviously.
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Barbie Pink Manicure

Barbie pink, complete with sparkles. I went through a phase in high school where I painted my nails at least twice a week. I think I may revisit it.



Daily Dose of Delight is going to be a new feature on [personal profile] elfcraft. It's about finding joy and glee in the everyday. I will be trying my hardest to keep it on a daily schedule unless otherwise prevented by travel or other commitments.
elfcraft: (Photography)
( May. 10th, 2009 09:42 pm)
My new friend

Marinating Tomatoes

Not as much as I wash hoping to post, but it's a start. And on the bright side, my cold is almost gone, I can breathe, and I almost sound like a normal person and not Darth Vader.

One day soon, something other than photographs!
elfcraft: (Photography)
( May. 4th, 2009 02:02 am)
Lantern
Shika Lantern, Kasuga-taisha, Nara

Nara is, simply put, overrun with shika, Japanese deer. Ages ago, the shika were pets of the Imperial family and a ban was placed on hunting or injuring them. Even after the capital was relocated to Kyoto, the shika were considered associated with the Emperor, and thus something holy. Today, they are counted among Japan's national treasures. Thanks to this, they have free run of the entire city, and are well aware of this fact. You've never seen such fearless animals.



I'll have more your way other than photography soon. I've been a busy bee in a virtual sense--uploading, organizing and editing photos from my recent trip with Neil. Tomorrow my goal is to have something available that wasn't born digitally.
elfcraft: (Photography)
( May. 3rd, 2009 03:31 pm)
Bamboo Lantern

Every year in early April, Nijo Castle in Kyoto hosts a night light-up of its sakura groves, including bamboo and paper lanterns made by local artists. This was my favorite sculpture of the ones on display.
elfcraft: (Photography)
( May. 3rd, 2009 05:36 am)
Crow

I have a strange affection for Japanese crows. They're monstrously huge, preternaturally intelligent, and have the most murderous-looking beaks you've ever laid eyes on. We're told not to chase them away from food or garbage, because a crow who sees you but once will remember you always, and it - along with several of its rookery - will have revenge upon you for your insolence.

There's a kind of purity in how primal they are.
This is a story that has been percolating in my head for something like five years. It is a bit of a cheat posting it now because I wrote it about a month and a half ago, but that's okay...

It is unedited as of yet, and I'm pondering how I might change it. It's written in rather simplistic terms right now, but part of me feels that it's better that way rather than turning it into very purple prose.

This is from a different series that I have been talking about, and meaning to write, for many, many years. It was conceived of (as I'm sure some of you will feel utterly unsurprised by) while I was quite drunk and trying to console a dear friend in her dorm room. We used to work magic together, she and I, in the most innocent and wonderful of ways. Every time, it was like a gift.

The underlying idea of the series is to show the marriage of each of the Elements to each other, and the essential nature of those marriages, through creation stories. I'm still chasing the other stories at the moment, and I wonder if perhaps the best way to catch them would be to again work some magic, drink a lot of rum, and achieve momentary zen.
I struggled with the title, because I felt "Changeling" was far too direct. It was originally quite a bit longer, but I've decided to keep the vignettes 100 - 200 words each, and so edited it down.

It was inspired by something I read once years ago: "Faeries stole my baby... but I like the replacement better." Terribly clever, perhaps even witty, but also terribly contrived for anyone who's actually known a mother who has lost a child. The bond there is not something to be shaken in such a way. However, I also do not know a mother who could actually do to a changeling child what the superstitions suggest. I do not know a mother who could bring herself to harm an innocent child, no matter how full of guile its arrival may have been. (Having a friend who works for CPS, I am quite aware that there are women who are capable of doing quite despicable things to complete innocents, but I would never deign to use the word "mother" in reference to them. They, like my brother's ex-wife, are nothing more than egg donors.)

I do not know yet if this will be included with the compilation (you will probably hear me say that a lot until I feel more settled in what unifies the pieces). Part of me feels drawn to moments and images of female faerie creatures like the leanan sidhe and tennyo previously used and would like to see that as the overture that ties all of the pieces together, but I am as of yet undecided.
These two are part of a series of vignettes that I'm working on... I hope to collect them into a short-story length piece that I can submit to a few different places. My worry right now is that they're too dissimilar to seem cohesive, but I suppose I won't really be able to decide that until I've more written.
elfcraft: (Writing)
( Dec. 19th, 2007 12:02 am)
In 200 words, write about what this metaphor makes you think of: "a garnish of joy."

226 words, first draft, unedited. )
elfcraft: (Writing)
( Jan. 24th, 2007 12:46 am)
Shakespeare Never Lived in Texas )
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elfcraft: (Writing)
( Aug. 9th, 2006 04:21 pm)
Taken from the same place as the last one. You wake up, go to the bathroom, and look in the mirror. A different face stares back at you. Begin your story here.

Enter )
elfcraft: (Writing)
( Jul. 14th, 2006 02:38 pm)
Found a random writing prompt on the internet: "Start your story with the following sentence: 'She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled.'"

Dedication )
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