Love is Daed

Post-apocalyptic stories depress me but I still want to write one. I looked at a bunch of urban...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 13:44:06 -0700

Post-apocalyptic stories depress me but I still want to write one. I looked at a bunch of urban decay pictures and felt inspired.

Watched Dark Shadows the movie. It was quite fabulous but the pacing was too fast. Why do I feel...

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 15:18:37 -0700

Watched Dark Shadows the movie. It was quite fabulous but the pacing was too fast. Why do I feel that way about so many movies these days?

art-of-swords: The Colada Sword Image: Replica of the Colada...

Sun, 24 Feb 2013 15:13:58 -0700

art-of-swords:

The Colada Sword

Image: Replica of the Colada Sword

Colada is one of the two best-known swords, along with Tizona, of El Cid Campeador who was a Castilian knight in the 11th century (real name: Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar). He was the prototype of the knight and a loyal vassal who took part with his king, Alphonse VI, in the conquest of Toledo.

Subsequently, El Cid conquered the city and kingdom of Valencia (which he ruled there until his death in 1099) from the Arabians (Moors). He is considered a great war hero, a superior and extremely successful soldier of fortune, who apparently never lost a battle.

To this day, Rodrigo Diaz de Vivar is known as a hero of Christian Spain, due to his excellent achievements in the the Reconquest of Spain from the Moors. His title, El Cid Campeador, derives from: “El Cid”, a Moorish title of respect, from Arabic al sayyid “Lord”; “Campeador” is Spanish for “Champion”.

Won in combat from the Count of Barcelona, the sword was presented (along with another sword, Tizona) to his sons in law. According to the heroic verses of the Cantar de mio Cid, after his sons-in-law beat his daughters and then abandoned them on the side of the road, El Cid asked his gifts to be returned. Afterward, he bestowed the sword upon one of his knights, Martín Antolínez.

Though its authenticity is doubted, a blade named Colada and traditionally identified with that of El Cid, with the addition of a 16th-century hilt, is preserved in the Royal Palace of Madrid. According to Sebastián de Covarrubias, Colada clearly means a sword made from “acero colado”, a process of alloyed steel without impurities.

As Tizona, Colada appears in the epic poem Cantar de mio Cid as a sword that frightens unworthy opponents if wielded by a brave warrior. El Cid gives the sword to Martín Antolínez as a present, and he uses it in the duel against the infante Diego González.

Info source: Wikipedia | By the Sword
Photo source: Aceros de Hispania

When I’ve broken every bone and burned off all my skin, I will be remade.

Wed, 20 Feb 2013 22:00:00 -0700

When I’ve broken every bone and burned off all my skin, I will be remade.

Makes me realize how much I missed you, even though we’ve never met.

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 23:45:38 -0700

Makes me realize how much I missed you, even though we’ve never met.

jimharland: The Rookery. Burnham and Root. Completed in...

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 23:32:18 -0700

jimharland:

The Rookery. Burnham and Root. Completed in 1888.

Frank Lloyd Wright redesigned the skylit lobby in 1905.

saloandseverine: Visionaire 60 by Riccardo Tisci, Lara Stone

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 19:53:06 -0700

saloandseverine:

Visionaire 60 by Riccardo Tisci, Lara Stone

speechlessmemories: I want this in my dream house.

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 19:48:28 -0700

speechlessmemories:

I want this in my dream house.

Sitting

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 11:32:31 -0600

I’m in my room. Reading and writing. I love being able to do these things.

ba ha ha

Tue, 12 Jun 2012 00:34:48 -0600

I was determined to find it. And I did.

sheddingpetals: I lied. I said I was done I said I didn’t love you I said...

Sun, 03 Jun 2012 15:33:50 -0600

sheddingpetals:

I lied.
I said I was done
I said I didn’t love you
I said I was okay
I said I was going to stay happy
but you’re gone now
and all I have are memories
and lies
and the broken
piece of
shit
that I really am
without you.
I lied.
When I told you I’d forget you.
You’re on my mind
every
fucking
second
of
every
fucking
day.

Long time

Wed, 30 May 2012 23:45:10 -0600

I’m worried that I can’t write spec fiction. I’m coming up with a lot of ideas for a lot of things… I love it. But should I write all these stories? I love him so much… it hurts sometimes. He thinks I’m kidding about the fuzzy leopard print bed set… but I’m not. :) I love him. Oh… I said that already.

Talk

Mon, 09 Apr 2012 07:21:31 -0600

What does a girl have to do to get a husband around here? Is that a rhetorical question? All these people are married! You could always get shock treatment. That’s kind of an expensive price to pay. Boob jobs and cosmetic surgery are expensive. I want a guy to love me for who I am. Clearly “who you are” isn’t working. How about I just eat less sugar and excercise more? Is that a good compromise? If you’re willing to compromise now what will you do in the future?

dialogue #love #marriage

villianousstrawberry: This is really cool!

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 10:46:05 -0600

villianousstrawberry:

This is really cool!

Photo

Thu, 05 Apr 2012 10:34:23 -0600

I want to dress like...

Wed, 28 Mar 2012 22:32:07 -0600

Because I feel like one. Don’t get pissed. My childhood messed me up. Maybe I need to accept it Instead of fighting it.

"There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your..."

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 14:33:52 -0600

“There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.”

- Ernest Hemingway (via asterisk-)

On the bus (A1)

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 10:46:00 -0600

Keats is still an inspiration. Balance is key. Don’t stop to smell those flowers. Even though all of us look the same and have the same soul, we are clearly different people.

Photo

Tue, 27 Mar 2012 10:39:43 -0600

"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several..."

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 07:18:11 -0600

“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.”

- Gary Provost (via oecumene)