cinquevolte

I'm not moving permanently (yet), but I set up a new blog - Eldest and Only. It's my try at a design / fashion / art blog. Come overrrr.  

I love you LJ. You were my first.

Never forget your first.

<3 

When she says margarita she means daiquiri.
When she says quixotic she means mercurial.
And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"
she means, "Put your arms around me from behind
as I stand disconsolate at the window."

He's supposed to know that.

from When a Woman Loves a Man, David Lehman

I had my fortune read to me today.
Professionally.
People of my ilk are inclined to test the waters of otherwise-called Superstition, but I tell ya:

It's better than religion.

The breakdown:
1. I shuffle the card deck twice.
2. I put them on the table, and the Reader tells me: "Make a wish, don't tell me what it is." She closes her eyes and turns her head. It kind of looks like she has a headache, but then I get it - she's getting her SUMMONING ENERGIES TOGETHER. Yep.
3. The reading as follows, more or less in sequence:

- First card floors me: I have two loves in my life. One is always on my mind, one always is in my heart. Go with the one in my heart.
- It will take me seven years to fully accomplish what I want out of my career. (I'm pursuing a slow-burn career, so this makes sense).
- There is a jealous friend or acquaintance in my life who is sweet to my face, but plotting behind my back. Take caution.
- Do not trust Scorpios, especially now. I ask about this later - "These people are full of false promises and broken trust." Huh.
- The older man in my life, he is valuable, and I will need him. But I will have to seek him out for advice, he will not come to me.
- I will be offered two options/opportunities soon  -I should take the 2nd one.
- I'm in a phase of major change.
- Do not trust Geminis.
- In my middle life, I will come at a crossroads and will not be sure which path to take. Take the longer one.
- There is marriage, a home, happiness and children in my future. I will bear two children. I will have a very unconventional domestic life nonetheless.
- In nine months, I'll get major headway in my career.
- I'll attend school again and it will be crucial in my development and career. (I would hope so, since the point of schooling is this.)
- I have low energy right now, but it will pass in two months.
- Whatever I desire right now, I need to wait two months before pursuit. Go with the flow and see what can I do in two months.
- Men named David make good friends for me.
- Taurus people are also really good for me. (I didn't tell her my birthday)
- I will change residence in November.
- I have a long life and long path ahead. I have to stick to my dreams in order to achieve them, but I will get to them with hard work.
- Again, there will be many doors in my life, and for this I am lucky. But I have to be careful about which to open - some are exits and detours.
- At one point I will find myself in the middle of a big fight with a friend or friends. It will be over gossip and betrayal. (Uh, duh?)
- A little money is coming to me soon - I shouldn't spend it foolishly. (That Chanel 2.55 is on hold, I guess).
- There will be divorce and separation in my life somehow.
- A family member will be hurt and be in the hospital for a while, but he/she will be fine in the end.



I don't know if it matters, but Mercury is in retrograde right now (start May 6), so I don't know how much that sways any reading at the moment.

The psychic reader I went to is in the industrial 'burbs - this makes sense to Angeleanos/big city kids. The Reader has her office/house on a really busy, commercial street but it's populated mostly by locals only. Above the building's two entrances - burgundy red sign backgrounds and burgundy short awning, yellow lettering, proliferance of caucasian open palms. "FORTUNE TELLER" in yellow, banner style. The Reader does card readings, palm readings, past life/lives readings, crystal ball work. Crystal Ball.

The front is two doors sandwiched together, but pedestrians are instructed to use the right door. Cream-colored metal security doors can confuse - is the business closed? No, there's the standard rectangle blue and red "OPEN" sign, ablaze and welcoming. My Reader stresses that all readings are by-appointment only, but she will answer the door with "Are you looking for a reading?" as soon as you buzz the doorbell. Walk-ins are not ignored.

A short, portly, older white or Middle Eastern-American woman greets you through the metal door. The actual house door seems as brittle as balsa, water stained at the edges, but my memory fails me - I swore it was overpainted in high-gloss, when I made my way out.

The room-office is perfect eastside LA middle-class. Popcorn ceilings, cream walls, rough short-cut cream carpets. It smells like someone used to chain smoke in here, eons ago. This smell never disappears unless the carpets are changed, and they haven't - just cleaned meticulously, over and over again, to a matted, perfect 1989 level footprint.

She leaves to get the cards when I stress that I'm hear for a card reading - per my gift certificate. $45 for the rest of my life. I'm nervous as I am when I'm interviewing for a job. I am trying to be mindful about the way I sit on the couch (its color and fabric not engrained in my memory except that it is comfortable but rough to the touch - wide thread upholstery). I always want to be casual with my hands, but they do an odd, frozen supine form on my lap. A minute goes by. I hear the TV in the other room - probably her real living room. I strain to hear but give up - bets are on soap operas, daytime talk shows, maybe Oprah.

Lacquered "Oriental" furniture edge the room. The reflection of a loud bus seeps through white lace curtains, drawn over the one-way mirrored glass on the street front. Lots of medium-tone woodgrain in shellac. Birds of paradise and similar tropical flowers adorn the vases, but they're silk.

The Reader is donning a long, white and pastel colored cotton house dress on this hot May day. Her hair is combed, her make-up minimal if existent, her nails perfect, her small chain bracelet and bejeweled flip-flops glistening. She likes my sandals. Warm but with deep eyes, circled dark.

She is probably someone's aunt.

I ask her about the High Priestess tattoo I desire and she just tells me to think about it. I ask some questions about the reading. She never uses the Rider-Waite tarot deck.

When I leave, it's in a polite daze, the same way I leave the dentist's. I might've had more questions if my feet were planted on the ground. I'll be too shy to ask for what I want. Too shy to tip. But she doesn't really give  me an opportunity to ask for another reading and spend more money.

The asphalt is hot and the right temperature to melt my sandals. I parked around the corner in the mini-mall. I jot everything I remember on a note pad I've fashioned off an old waiter's receipt pad. I'm there 10 minutes.

I'm thinking about it, like she told me to do.

This basically sums up my view of Los Angeles:

 

 He sleeps with clenched hands; and wakes with his own bloody nails in his palms. - - Herman Melville, Moby Dick

Many revelations culled from browsing the Auction of Michael Jackson's Treasures:

Michael Jackson is part of history, okay? He IS History.

THE Socks...they WEREN'T sequined throughout! Michael needs sport-toe reinforcement too, JUST LIKE US!

AND, Michael loves/loved icons of royalty. Crowns, official seals, coats of arms, military regalia and scepters and stuff. Just couldn't get enough of the King's Booty.

Check the Edward Scissorhands detail behind this throne.

 

 

The final conclusion of my perusing is...

...that Dude is Crazy. Officially.

( Read more... )
x-posted to Eldest and Only

This image is making the rounds - I'm going to jump on the bandwagon and state my love for this Alexander Wang bag MK Olsen is carrying. SHE gets the FW09 advance, and the rest of us have to sit behind our computers and drool.

I'm glad I didn't get rid of all of my punk/goth stuff - pretty handy with the current trends.

 

happy love-in weekend, people. (it's so great that it's cold/rainy/snuggly in LA on a 3-day weekend with Valentine's on a Saturday night, I meaaaaaan, that's swell)

Recent purchases:

When you start to mix up things like Having Coffee and Bathing, interrupting the regular schedule and perhaps indulging in them at odd times of the day, disorientation seeps in quick.

Day starts late, nights even later, correspondence stops. Cut out to the coast or desert.

Distress: I am now 3 days off work, because an Actor is ill. Show Stopper, literally.

Distress: my room is a MESS. It is clogged and choked with materials, and even though I've made vain attempts to gut it 2-3 times a year for the past 3 years, it is still brimming. Flooding my senses. But I'm like that - out of sight, but stuffed away, then out of mind. In my face, I am cognizant, I will never forget. I took and take to writing things down, because I am afraid of forgetting. There was a spell in college where I didn't write a damn thing down, and that only disorients the experience a little more. The perception was altered anyway, and now my own history is at a jilted loss, lacking receipts, stanzas, late night online ramblings, tear-sodden journal entries.

$13.99 for apparent premium paper bound in tightly coated cardboard covers, your musings explored, courtesy of Barnes and Noble/Borders/Vroman's.

I do not pack lightly either. Farce of travel and freedom - how can I be free outside normal borders, when I have literal weights at my sides? Slowing the journey altogether, dragging with me thoughts of Home.

I purged a lot of memories, literal memories, near the New Year. I had the last eyes to lay on these letters, ever, before the shredder. It was grand! Like a hex, the purge was quickly followed by an unwelcome reunion over the phone. An hour passed talking, and I noticed. I endured sudden compliments and rants of his life - why not? I remember why not. I forgave, I never forgot.

Distress/new love: I am reading Revolutionary Road and can't put it down. I've consumed 200 pages in a day and a half? That's a lot for a full-time working girl on her days off, you know. The book enhances what I thought about the film, and though the latter was released in an irrelevant time, it's damn good.

John Krasinski & Emily Blunt.

I approve of this coupling! That is all.

(I am also very much in lub with John, so this approval is you know...something.)

/girl commentary