[Caelum's Scrapbook] Use Your Words.

[Caelum]

Uh, more pictures. Lookit what I found – an easy, good way to put on eth horns. And, ah, new Caelum pics, guys. You’re welcome. Caelum facepalming. Caelum is disappointed in you. Caelum knows you want to snuggle. Caelum plays the guitar? Naked? Alright.

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Oh, internets. I love you. Vanator: Oh, and what is a Hierophant, some kind of solar pachyderm? 1. (in ancient Greece) an official expounder of rites of worship and sacrifice. 2. any interpreter of sacred mysteries or esoteric principles; mystagogue. Origin: 1670–80; < Late Latin hierophanta < Greek hierophántēs, equivalent to hiero- hiero- + -phántēs, derivative of phaínein to show, make known Related forms hi•er•o•phan•tic, adjective hi•er•o•phan•ti•cal•ly, adverb OR In the Rider Waite Tarot deck and similar decks, "The Hierophant" (sometimes called "The Pope") is one of the twenty-two trump cards comprising the "Major Arcana", and represents conformity to social standards, or a deference to the established social moral order. As the guide towards knowledge, insight, and wisdom, in a tarot reading it might, for example, represent a priest, scholar, therapist, or teacher although these individuals are more definitively represented by the Hermit, or suggested by the traits attributed to the King of Cups. OR The "bridge-builder" between heaven and earth or between the spiritual world and the temporal one OR I mean, obviously Caelum’s an elephant.

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Impossibly Angry. I am not seeing red. I’m seeing conflagrations the size of an entire backwoods county and the reason I’m writing this scrap is so that I don’t add impossibly stupid to my current bio. I need to not do anything, oh, ill advised. My baby sister-in-law is a black lesbian raised in a white family in south Georgia. You can imagine the amount of ignorance and intolerance she has to deal with on a regular basis. She is clever, well adjusted, loving, beautiful, and basically a fantastic person. If she has any serious flaws it all has to do with, you know, being nineteen and therefore a little naïve and short sighted as, well, most everyone is at nineteen. For the purposes of this rant, we’re going to call my sister Elizabeth. Elizabeth just called me, in tears, to tell me that her girlfriend of two years is getting hate filled text messages and emails targeting her relationship with Elizabeth. Mary (fake name) is a senior at the highschool Elizabeth graduated from last year. It’s notable to this situation that she is also white. Apparently, when Mary told her mother what was going on said mother did not respond… well. She’s never supported their relationship and only really “ignored” it at best. According to Elizabeth, her response to her own daughter being harassed was to suggest she “act normally” so that “it will stop”. Elizabeth believes Mary’s father will react better as he has always been supportive of Mary’s choices. I advised smart things and gave her “hugs through the phone”, and confirmed that neither she or Mary are currently in any potential danger; and I will be talking to my in laws, Elizabeth’s parents, and of course my husband and brother in law – who are going to flip out. But I am so goddamned angry right now. I am so bloody mad at people. These are teenage girls and have never done anything to deserve this kind of injustice and disrespect. I just.. I want to punch someone in the face. A lot. Only obviously I can’t do that and further I need to be the calm and non-violent person because Elizabeth’s brothers will need to be reminded to control their own tempers. But. Damnit. Ugh.

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So this fabric showed up at my house last night. Apparently, a friend ordered it for me. I didn't understand why I was being gifted fabric and I do not sew, really, beyond the reapplication of buttons. Then I realized -- it's for my dining room chairs! Isn't it beautifull? Curiously enough, while I do not sew, I do know how to reupholster dining room chairs.

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A partial playlist, part the second. Ages ago I posted a playlist for Caelum. As ages have passed, his playlist has expanded and evolved. There are over a hundred songs on there, but here are a handful of the highlights just for the fuck of it. For the home crowd, there are doubtless a few repetitions from the original one. Oh, well. The Cave by Mumford and Sons. Everything about this song is Caelum in this new era of his accidental ascension. Everything. It's basically his theme song. Talk Dirty by Jason Derulo. And this is obviously his dirty theme song. Road to Nowhere by Greensky Bluegrass. It's like the previously forsaken ethaefal anthem. Listen. Yes, it's a cover. A bluegrass cover. Whatever. He's sometimes a Drykas. All the Little Lights by Passenger. Appropriately emo. C'mon. All the little lights go out, y'all. Heavy In Your Arms by Florence + the Machine. It's Lillis' and Cae's song, the backdrop to their entire relationship. You guess who is who. Broken Crown by Mumford. The darker version of his present day state of mind. Thanks, Nikali. Love Interruption by Jack White. Well, so long as we're on the dangerous topic of ranuri.... Alright. I do believe that's enough for now. Oh, one last thing. John Mayer singing Ain't No Sunshine. That's right. John Mayer, aka Caelum's night form model singing Ain't No Sunshine. So basically, that's Caelum singing it. Beat that.

[Caelum]

As per request, the baby goats on our family farm! Well, these are the latest. The other two I couldn't get to be still long enough to take a picture. They're Herbert and Lily.

[Caelum]

Another quote for the Caelum dropbox: I don't know, sir, what author you may be alluding to, but believe me, I feel, I feel what I think. And only those who do not think about what they feel would say I am just reasoning: they are blind to their own feelings. I know, I know that many consider such self-blinding much more human, but the opposite is true, sir, for man never reasons so much--on or off the point--as when he suffers. He wants to see the cause of his sufferings, he wants to know who is giving them to him, if this is just or unjust. When, on the other hand, he is enjoying himself, he just accepts the enjoyment and stops reasoning--as if to enjoy oneself were a right. Only the animals suffer without reasoning, sir. Yet put on stage a man who reasons in the midst of his suffering, and everyone will object. But let him suffer like an animal and everyone will say: "Oh, yes, he is human." --Luigi Pirandello, Six Characters in Search of an Author.

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Caelum Uncut. Caelum’s model has a gazillion pictures out on the interwebs. These are a few of the more amusing “not for Mizahar IC” pictures I’ve stumbled across. It’s just.. It’s just.. You’ll see. Yeah. I'm dead over here. Caelum has a really bad (hair) day. “I hid under your porch BECAUSE I LOVE YOU.” Caelum is pretending to be invisible. DON’T LOOK AT HIM. Apparently, Caelum had one too many shots of degtine and got a very regrettable tattoo. He don’t care. He’s still gonna drink. He’s dancin’, dancin’. We be dancin’, dancin’.

[Caelum]

Words deflate. Gabriel Marquez died yesterday and I am sad for it. I adored this story of his from the very beginning of what I can remember. A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings "...that it was awful living in that hell full of angels."

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Hey, y’all. I’ve had a few complications with the whole health thing. It’s pretty much knocked me back a few rather important steps in the healing process. I wanted to let everyone know I haven’t vanished, but I am struggling to take care of some necessary business right now. That’s why I haven’t posted anything and will continue to be slow in doing so. Not to worry. I am totally alive and well taken care of. Thanks for being wonderful. -k.