Sunday, July 31, 2011

'Alligator Sky' music video

Here's a Doctor Who fan video set to 'Alligator Sky' from the latest Owl City album, 'All things bright and beautiful'. I didn't make it, but I think it's amazing. Hope it brightens your day!

green chair

musty green theatre chair
its battered arms akimbo sits
staring at the motes dancing
in the flea market window

it's seen Shakespeare performed
a hundred times that tear in its seat
came from Hamlet's sword tossed too far
too fast across the stage one night

once upon a time every threadbare fiber
danced to the music of Broadway shows
shivered to the thunder of 
uncountable standing ovations

saggy-backed tired it waits
fading in the sunlight pouring through the window

Friday, July 29, 2011

Bellatrix LeStrange Costume/Makeup Tutorial


"She was a witch...with prodigious skill and no conscience."

Ah, Bellatrix LeStrange! That unhinged, genius witch obsessed with doing Lord Voldemort's bidding!
Why would I want to dress up as her? Because she's so freakin' cool, of course!


This was a very easy costume to make-I already had the things, I just need to put them together. This was not a movie replica of Bellatrix's costume- it was what I thought she might pick out of her closet on a hot day.

The first thing I did was find a black skirt- well actually, I found two skirts, and layered them one on top of the other to give the shape of a nineteenth-century gown, without the uncomfortable length. It helped that one skirt was a foot shorter than the other, and had corners.  I wanted a very rich look to my Bellatrix, so I chose two skirts made of velveteen cloth. One was even hemmed with lace.


I wore a draped black tunic but did not bother about gloves as the highest temperature that day was supposed to reach 108 degrees Fahrenheit.
To mimic her corset, I tied a black sash around my waist, then layered black belts on top to give a warrior/punk look.
High-heeled black boots completed the clothes, and for the hair, I attached two frizzy wigs together with clips.



For the makeup, I covered my face with baby powder to attain Bellatrix's signature pallor, and used bloodred lipstick on my mouth. I applied a liberal amount of black eyeliner as well. Last, but definitely most important, I sketched a Dark Mark on my wrist with black ink.

 Here's a picture of the finished product:


Hope you enjoyed my tutorial! Next time: the making of her crow necklace!

Sunday, July 24, 2011

distant fire

dusk closes in
a smothering grey
blanket
at
my
back

air is pungent with humidity
the clouds are a curtain
ripped to
show
distant
fire

i should have left earlier
before the storm
but never
mind
now

i pedal towards home
air crackles as lightning
awakens
the
ground

drop of rain sizzles
on my cheek
a
spattering
of
flame

from
the
ember-crowned
clouds
above.

Friday, July 22, 2011

DIVERGENT by Veronica Roth


 

Beatrice (Tris) Prior's life has been planned for her. Everything, including the clothes she wears, the job she'll hold as an adult, and even the playground games she took part in as a child are dictated beforehand. All these things are determined by her faction.

In her dystopian Chicago, people are sorted into five different clans or factions, according to personal traits and qualities. They are: Candor (the honest), Erudite (the brilliant), Amity (the peaceful), Dauntless (the tough and fearless) and Abnegation (the selfless).

Abnegation is the faction that Beatrice was born into. Its members are expected to lead a life of self-denial and charity, and accomplish little in the way of daring feats. Beatrice longs for more.
So when it comes time to take her aptitude test and find out which faction she is most suited for, she jumps at the chance. Unfortunately, when her results come back, they are inconclusive. She sports equal traits for Erudite, Dauntless, and Abnegation.

This categorizes her as Divergent. Such people end up being executed, or worse, factionless. The test proctor destroys her results, and resubmits them as being Abnegation.
 However, when Choosing Day comes- the last chance left to leave her faction- she chooses Dauntless.
And thus begins her initiation to see if she is fit for the most elite faction of them all.

DIVERGENT is a tale of adventure, action, and just a bit of romance. It was a real-page turner, and each character was captured in vivid detail. The only quibble I have is that sometimes Beatrice would have a revelation, then immediately contradict it in the next chapter. On the whole, though, DIVERGENT was a satisfying story, and I will definitely be reading its sequel, INSERGENT.

I give this book four swallows.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

Carried Scars


Last night when my eyes crinkled shut
I fell into a dream
starting
sl
ow
ly
then fast as
a white rabbit darting
I was
fa
ll
ing
Then I saw you checking out books
for the girl (in the blue sweater)
I paused
cap
tiv
at
ed
by the thin threads of gossamer
sunbeams twisted round
and
en
tan
gl
ed
in your voice as you asked the girl
(her eyes were red from crying) if she was all right
I
hov
er
ed
I watched you but you didn't see me
I was in my own dream not yours
and
dr
ea
ms
hardly ever touch they're
countries surrounded by palisades of mist
a
hun
dr
ed
miles thick a thousand miles strong
and mist can burn like fire
I
sh
ou
ld
know I carry the scars with
me as you carry your kindness

(close at hand, close beside
forever upon forever)

Friday, July 15, 2011

Harry Potter 7.2!!

So I went to see Part Two of the Deathly Hallows and It. Was. A. Blast.


Not was the movie well-crafted, it probably was the most faithful book-to-movie adaptation that I've ever seen.

The action scenes were tight and didn't overpower the storyline, and the quiet scenes were tense with emotion. Alan Rickman did an amazing job as Snape.


And that's...really...all I can tell you. To learn more, you'll have to see it for yourself.

I went as Bellatrix LeStrange- probably the most unbalanced Death Eater ever. Tutorial on her costume, makeup, and crow necklace pending!

The last Potter movie (or the end of an era)

It feels so strange, getting ready to go to the last Harry Potter movie.

It seems that only yesterday, I was twelve years old and walking up to Number Four Privet Drive for the first time.
That was when Pottercraze took over my life. If I was raking leaves, watering the plants, pulling weeds, I was in Herbology. If I was helping cook dinner, the kitchen was transformed into a Potions classroom, and I was trying to properly mix my Draught of Living Death potion. Walking the dogs and cleaning the gerbil's cage became Care of Magical Creatures. I proudly flourished the wand I had carved myself against my siblings in wizard duels that we held in the backyard. In short, I was obsessed.

I flung the fifth across the room and into the kitchen when Siruis died, and stared in horrified shock when Snape killed Dumbledore. I argued against trusting Snape (that backstabber!) with my fellow fans, and read the seventh the night we got it.
I love the movies, although they did leave out some things (SPEW, anyone?) and dressed up as Tonks for Part One of Deathly Hallows.

I still have the wand I carved for myself, in my pencil holder on my desk. After this last movie, I'll still enjoy jumping out at people and hexing them with it. Tarantellegra!

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

young woods

The lithe boles of the trees
bend and sway
the wind playing their
branches like a guitar

No forest primeval this
but a young wood
and the trees haven't seen
much of the world yet

Yet they hold the wisdom
and boldness that is
common to old trees
old crowns on young trunks

Children come here for picnics
running with their dogs
climbing the strong branches
while their parents

and grandparents
sit nearby smiling talking
remembering reliving
their own

wild days in the woods
they get up from the blanket
play catch
with the kids

for in the woods
all are young.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

in the gap


i saw you today
standing in the gap
between now and then
they seem so close together
but the distance between them
is immeasurable.

I called to you
but you didn't hear me
you were too busy
staring into the wildness
of a new future
a new opportunity.

"Don't be afraid to jump!"
I called
and I think you heard me
because you smiled
and hitched up your courage
and made your move.

Whether good or bad
still remains to be seen
but that is up to you now
you are free to choose
between right and wrong
and that is what makes freedom
a weighty burden.