Wednesday, September 24, 2003

"I'm full of dust and guitars"
- Syd Barrett

Just finished reading Madcap: The half-life of Syd Barrett, Pink Floyd's lost genius. A bit sad but somehow not as sad as I expected. He doesn't seem as mad or depressed as most of the media have made him out to be.

Three PC words
Pussy Cat
Pizza Cutter
This is the sort of thing that goes on in your head when you read a lot of children's books.
Nice to get an interview from Leonardo Rizzi the Italian translator of Promethea yesterday. He took over a month to translate Issue #12.
Issue #27 is finally out today but I'm working till 6 pm. Luckily one comic book store stays open till 7 tonight so I'll pick up a copy after work and start annotating it on the train home.

Saturday, September 20, 2003

Death of an Australian Icon
Slim Dusty an Australian country singer who held an iconic status in the music field comparable to Johnny Cash in the US has just died at the age of 76.

It's ironic that I keep getting a pop up ad just after I bring up a webpage saying do I want to stop receiving pop-up ads.
I'm reminded of some Philip K Dick novels and stories where little robot ads just wouldn't leave the poor protagonist alone.

Friday, September 19, 2003

International Talk Like a Pirate Day

Arr ye scurvy landlubbers, it be international Talk Like a Pirate Day today

Ok that's about enought of that.
I still haven't got around to seeing Pirates of the Caribbean. Hopefully next week.

Nice letter from Michael Palin today. I haven't checked out his Palinstravels Page for a while but I did join his mailing list. He wrote this on Sept. 11th (2nd anniversary)

Though we spent some time on the Afghan border, where many Taliban and indeed Osama himself are reported to have sought refuge, we received wonderful hospitality and at no time sensed any direct hostility towards us.

The image of Pakistan is, sadly, linked in our Western press headlines with terrorism, and other bad news, which has resulted in an explicit advice against unnecessary travel from the British Foreign Office.

I felt that there is a danger of over-reaction here. There is barely a country in the world where you will be completely safe (certainly not in the UK or America), and Pakistan has many links with Britain, has many articulate and well-educated people and the Muslim tradition of hospitality remains strong. Taking reasonable precautions, you should find yourself safe in a country with modern communications and accommodation facilities and English widely spoken.

Unfortunately fear feeds on ignorance and the less we go to Pakistan the less we know about their country and the less they know about ours. This is an ideal situation for the fear-mongers on all sides to exploit.

Contrary to what the politicians and religious leaders would like us to believe, the world won’t be made safer by creating barriers between people. Cries of “They’re evil, let’s get ‘em” or “The infidels must die” sound frightening, but they’re desperately empty of argument and understanding. They’re the rallying cries of prejudice, the call to arms of those who find it easier to hate than admit they might be not be right about everything.

Armageddon is not around the corner. This is only what the people of violence want us to believe. The complexity and diversity of the world is the hope for the future.


I think that was worth quoting in full.

Reading Kenneth Grant's Nightside of Eden on the train to work this morning.
He writes about Crowley
According to Liber 474 the universe has to be destroyed

but then goes on to explain that
by the Universe We man not that petty Universe which the mind of man con conceive, but that which is revealed to his soul (pg 34)

Milehighcomics first looks page only has Terra Obscura #4 and not Promethea #27 as coming out next week so it looks like there might be another weeks wait until we finally get to see it.

Thursday, September 18, 2003

"My karma ran over my dogma"

Some good advice from Joel Biroco to bring me back down to earth.

Someone asked Kingsley Amis: "What's the best way to get a book published?"

He answered: "Write one."

You are committing the sin of everyone who first wants to write a book: getting ahead of yourself.

Very true. I'll stop making plans for what happens when it's published and just attempt to write it first.
Back to reality once again.

Just bought and read Alan Moore and Zander Cannons' Smax #2. Now we all know how Smax got that handmark on his chest. Quite a gruesome little episode.

Wednesday, September 17, 2003

"Life is short.
Eat pudding first"

My brother-in-law used to quote that when he was cooking dinner for us whilst holidaying in Australia from Oxford with his family many months ago now.
I take it to mean that you never know when you're going to die so do the things you really want to now otherwise you might never get around to them.
If there aren't any publishers willing to take a risk on producing a guide to Promethea then I might as well just use a Pay On Demand (POD) printer such as Lightning Source.
Tentatively I'll try and knuckle down to it and start proper work on it this November giving myself 12 months to complete it so that by Nov. 2004 it should be finished & ready to be sent out to potential buyers. The actual time I finish it largely depends on when Issue #32 & then Book 5 are finally published but at the moment I'm guessing that they should be done by Nov. next year at the latest.
Anyway to start off with I'm going to do some research & get stuck into reading as much as I can about the Kabbalah, Austin Osman Spare, Kenneth Grant and Jack Parsons or if you prefer John W Parsons.
I've already read quite a bit of Crowley and Dee so I just have to re-read the relevant publications such as Magick, Book of Thoth, 777 and study the Frieda Harris/Crowley Tarot deck in detail.
Then come November i can get stuck into re-reading Promethea issues already published, making notes & seeing if I've missed anything in my annotations.
Wish me luck

FADE IN 1st movie caption
This is a true story
FADE IN 2nd caption
Only the facts have been changed

I don't know if this is just an urban myth or not but read in the paper today about 2 young boys who went to see Sense and Sensibility because they thought it was a sequel to Dumb and Dumber.
Also this from the same paper
"The US National Book Foundation has awarded horror writer Stephen King its 2003 Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters"
and at the end of this article

"He is a man who writes what used to be called penny dreadfuls," Yale Professor Harold Bloom said. "That they could believe that there is any literary value there or any aesthetic accomplishment or signs of an inventive human intelligence is simply a testimony to their own idiocy."

Talk about literary snobbery. When they were first publshed stories/novels such as Jekyll & Hyde, Dracula and maybe even Sherlock Holmes were probably considered no more than Penny Dreadfuls but look at the status they hold now.
I haven't read any Stephen King for quite a few years now as I tend to see him repeating himself too often and the shock factor tends to wear off but his writing works at a gut level of emotional power not intellectual interest. I'm sure he deserved the award.

The Mad Sadist meets the Sad Masochist

For no particular reason I remembered an old Dave Allen joke about a sadist who ties up a masochist and the masochist asks him
"Are you going to hurt me?"
to which the sadist replies
"No" and then walks away.
Another one I like is about a man who goes to a psychiatrist because he thinks he's a dog. The doctor shows him in saying.
"Relax. Make yourself comfortable. Lie down on the couch"
to which the patient replies
"But I'm not allowed on the couch"

Sorry Joel

Looks like Joel Biroco took me too seriously when I was merely trying to be flippant.
Was asked a question by Eroom Nala:

Could you point out the quickest and safest way to immerse myself in the occult without relying on hard drugs, extreme sexual practices… and getting involved in personal vendettas against other magicians that you disagree with… Also without having to join any major cult (except maybe the Moon & Serpent Grand Egyptian Theatre of Marvels).

Basically, what you describe is immersing oneself in the occult. Anything else is reading books. As J J Hunsecker said in The Sweet Smell of Success: 'I love this dirty town.'

The Moon and Serpent Grand Egyptian Theatre of Marvels does not actually exist, and so it doesn't have members. I am not a member. Alan Moore is not a member. Steve Moore isn't a member either. Nor is John Coulthart. Nor is…


Sorry about that Joel. I didn't really mean it seriously, honestly. After all I've read all of KAOS 14 including the article where the two Moores (Alan & Steve) explain that
The Moon and Serpent Grand Egyptian Theatre of Marvels doesn't actually exist in the conventional sense; or if it does, we don't belong to it"

What I really want to do is immerse myself in books about the occult so that I can write about it from an academic perspective without getting caught up in it. Just be an observer/absorber who reports on what he sees. I guess it's just not possible to do that. Even scientists conducting scientific experiments trying to be objective are somehow supposed to determine the outcome on a subquantum level.

Monday, September 15, 2003

Magic Casements

was the name of the speculative fiction festival I attended on Saturday at the NSW Writers' Centre. There were 2 sessions going on concurrently throughout the day from 10 am till 4 pm but I could only attend half of them so I ended up going to
Oh for a Muse of Fire!: sources of inspiration
The main speakers were Caiseal Mor and Lousie Katz. Mr. Mor made a nice impression and seemed a little bit nervous but soon overcame it giving information about how he doesn't differentiate between dreams and reality and how overhearing his next door neighbours arguing at all sorts of odd hours whilst he was trying to write inspired him to use their words in the mouths of a pair of squabbling birds in the book he was writing. He took a photo of the audience which he promise to put up on his website in the near future. Louise Katz described how Salvador Dali tried to influence how he painted and also how if he got bored at a dinner party he would imagine an owl shitting on the party guests and let his mind go off on a tangent about it.
The art and craft of building imaginary worlds
had Terry Dowling, Richard Harland, Maxine McArthur and Fiona McIntosh giving us information on how the did exactly just that. Richard described how he went into meticulous encyclopadic details about the contents of his world even if he only every ended up using about 10% of that within the actual novels, Fiona shocked quite a few people by revealing that she never plans her plots but just lets the characters and the situations virtually write themselves. Also she has good proof readers who correct any major mistakes she happens to miss.
Not sure which of the two approaches appeals the most to me.
After a nice lunch in the afternoon I attended
A view from the Ivory Tower: Academics speak
There were three in all. Kim Selling, Susan Batho and Ruth Drobnak. The red wine I had for lunch and the nice restful afternoon probably put me in siesta mode so that I didn't fully attend to what everyone was saying but there were some good hints on academia and its relation to speculative fiction as well as debate on whether it was an influence for good or bad
The last and probably most enjoyable session of the day was
Shadows and Light: The horror and the humor
The main speakers were Simon Brown, Robert Hood, Richard Womack and Chuck McKenzie.
Robert made the best impression closely followed by Chuck. Mr. Hood explained how he has now somehow found himself referred to as a world authority on Zombie Movies and how when he was researching how many new ones had appeared since he last updated his review of them he was surprised that there were still so many being produced.
The day concluded with a flash fictions where you could pay $5 and read out a story of less than 500 words in 3 minutes to win one of 3 prizes. I was considering entering but I had neglected to print out my story and I didn't have $5 left at the end of the day and I would probably have been to gutless to stand up in front of people and read it aloud.
Anyway here is the story I would have read out if I had summoned up enough courage and money, etc.
I have to warn you that it's a very short story with a very bad punchline.
Any ideas on how to improve it, make it funnier, criticisms (eg. I could see that last line coming a mile off) can be sent to eroomnala@yahoo.com.au


"Where did Noah keep his bees?"
"In the ark hive"
- Old Librarian's joke

We were playing our normal weekly round of golf when an idea struck me. Philip Sofanowski, Harold Starkey and I had been constant golfing companions for many years now. Our 3 handed matches always ended with the two losers buying all the drinks for the winner at the 19th hole. Since each one of us would drink much more than our usual share when someone else was paying, this exercise could prove quite expensive for the losers.
We had been friends long enough to know the limitations of the spare cash we each carried from week to week so no one had ever gone way overboard on the amount of drinks he forced the others to buy for him but there had been quite a few close calls along the way.
Unfortunately this particular week I was a bit strapped for cash and as the game progressed I tried to think of a way to escape embarassment should I prove to be one of the losers.
Luckily about halfway through the game I came up with an idea to help me save face.
"Hey guys" I said "just suppose that for the sake of variety and to make things a bit more interesting this time instead of the winner getting free drinks today we each wager the most valuable thing we have in our possession right now?"
They both thought about this for a split second and Philip spoke first.
"You mean including at home or…."
"No no" I explained "something that you've got on you right now at this very moment"
"And what would that be in your case?" Harold asked me slyly.
"Well there's this book I just finished reading. It's in my bag actually. Probably the most interesting and amusing book I've finished in the last 10 years. The author went from living in near poverty to extreme wealth once the book was finally published and all the royalties came in. Just read it and you too could have some idea of how to find/achieve untold wealth beyond your wildest dreams"
Neither of my companions were great readers so I knew they'd both be intrigued by this offer. It was now their turn to put up a similar wager if they were interested so I asked
"What's the most valuable thing you've got right now?"
"That's easy" said Harold. "This club my wife bought me for our anniversary last week. I may not have won many games with it yet but every time I use it the shot goes clean and straight and I always manage to sink the ball."
I turned to Philip
"And you?"
"I suppose it's the good luck charm I've got on the end of this keychain. A rock my uncle game for my 18th birthday. Whenever I start feeling down or depressed and my game isn't up to scratch I hold it in the palm of one hand and rub it between the thumb and forefinger of the other for good luck.
We all agreed that whoever won the game would get to keep the most valuable possession that the other two had.
We shook hand on it then and there. Friendship is a wonderful thing.
As Harold teed off Philip handed me one of the new business cards he'd just had printed up.

Philip O. Sofanowski
I.T. Consultant

His mobile number and email address were at the bottom.
In all the years I'd known him I was never aware that Phil had a middle name.
"What does the O stand for?" I asked him.
"Nothing" he shrugged.
We smiled silently at this quote from one of our favourite movies.
Over the years Phil had copped quite a few jokes about his surname which we normally shortened to Sofa. Whenever he was playing a good game we would come up with something like Sofa so good and he would groan softly as he lined up his next shot.
Luckily by the time we reached the last hole I was ahead of the others by too wide a margin. Harold took out the club he was wagering and managed to putt the ball into the hole with one shot but I still ended up winning. And that's how I came to own Harry's putter and Phil O. Sofa's stone.
The punchline will probably be a bit clearer to UK and Australian reader rather then US ones where Philosopher was replaced by Sorceror.
I find it a bit annoying that US publishers think American children aren't sophisticated enough to have heard of the Philosopher's Stone or to not know what a philosopher is. Just as all publishers assume that books are less succesful if readers know it to be written by a woman instead of assuming it was written by a man. I suppose we have George Eliot and George Sand to thank for that.

Eroom Nala
Sydney, Australia
28th January 2002

Final PS
Johnny Cash died a couple of days ago aged 71.
Ironic that ABC TV broadcast a quite good documentary about him only a week ago and that the Sydney Morning Herald Computer Section known as Icon had a Sites X should have bookmarked section every week and on the day he died the X was Johnny Cash himself.

Friday, September 12, 2003

On Having a Galaxy named after you

Strange to find a galaxy named after me at a page written by Lard Biscuit and even stranger still to have it instantly destroyed

In some far-flung corner of the universe, the Nala Eroom Galaxy and its eighteen trillion sentient lifeforms were instantly consumed by flame. The transgressor would pay

although to be honest Nala Eroom is not exactly the same as Eroom Nala and he might have thought up the name before I did or before he'd heard about me.

Monkey Brain isn't interested in publishing a Promethea book or at least not for a while.
Here's their answer.

Thanks for the submission, but I've done some research recently, and I'm not
sure that there'd be sufficient market interest in a Promethea companion at
this point. Perhaps further down the line, when the trades have generated a
larger audience, but at this point I think the readership of the book is too
small to support an ancillary project like this.

So now I've also asked a small Australian Publisher plus TwoMorrows and Abiogenesis Press.
If no one is interested I'll still go ahead and write it but instead of publishing on paper I'll simply post it on the net somewhere and if people want to read it like a book all they have to do is print it out.

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Hitler's Henchwoman Dies

I've almost finished reading a new biography of Aleister Crowley called Perdurabo and that's the sort of newspaper headline that comes to mind when reading today's obituaries.
Leni Riefenstahl died at the age of 101. In history's pages she will be known as the woman who helped popularize the Nazi party with Triumph of the Will and Aryan supremacy with Olympiad but how different it might have been had Germany ended up winning World War II. In that case directors such as John Ford and Frank Capra would have found themselves ostracized for the allied propaganda they produced during the war and never have made a film again whilst Leni would have gone on to make numerous films and maybe even win the Academy Award or at least Germany's equivalent of the same.
There was some mention in certain obituaries that she is now largely forgotten by people today but at the library where I work people are always borrowing or setting aside books about her. Maybe her films are on a lot of study lists for students. After all she is probably the best know Female Director of the 20th century.

On the radio this morning they were playing Light My Fire and when Amelia asked me what it was called I said
"C'mon baby light my fire" to which she replied "Babies can't light fires. That's dangerous"

Nice to see John Goodman in a nice meaty role on TV once again on the season finale of the West Wing as he takes over being President of the United States from Martin Sheen.

The wheels I set in motion a short while ago have started rolling properly now as I have started emailing people for advice on a book proposal I've put together for my guide to Promethea idea.

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen

- Werewolves of London

Warren Zevon the singer-songwriter responsible for Werewolves of London died recently aged 56.
I still remember the first time I heard the song when Scorsese's Color of Money was first being promoted using a clip of Tom Cruise dancing and showing off around a pool table.

Monday, September 08, 2003

"Cry havoc and let loose the Dogs of War"
- Shakespeare

"Be quiet and just watch the Cats of Peace"
- Holdfast

Day after Fathers' Day

Nice day yesterday off to the zoo with the wife and two girls. This is the second time I've been a father on father's day and now there's two little daughters instead of just one. I got three cards one from my wife, one from my girls and also a handmade one from my oldest girl. This year the cats didn't give me anything.
Presents included a fake fob watch. Instead of being wound with clockwork mechanism it has a battery but you wouldn't know it to look at it. On the cover is DAD, it's quartz and it's by ELITE. I feel like I should dress up in a top hat and costume myself like one of the characters in From Hell when I take it out.
Also got a 2 CD of the Essential George Gershwin which starts off with Gershwin himself playing the piano recorded the same year my parents were born.
Last night watched a documentary on Anderi Tarkovsky and also about the first half hour of his film Nostalghia. I never realized he was so young when he died.
If you're watching a Tarkovsky film you really should be wide awake and not holding a sleeping baby to your chest.
Saturday night saw a good old RKO film noir called The Narrow Margin, the week before that it was Macao with Robert Mitchum, William Bendix and Jane Russell. Funny seeing Jane Russell sing what was to become a standard for Sinatra from a female perspective. "One for my baby"

Friday, September 05, 2003

"Born to Die"

The voice from the Vault on the Radio this morning was none other than an excerpt of Jack Kerouac doing a reading from On The Road. I knew it straight away as I used to have the 3CD collectionof Kerouac reading various things. Tried to ring up to claim a prize but 3 times the phone was engaged and when I finally got through to say who it was it turned out that someone had just beaten me to it. Oh well better luck next time.

Talked to someone else at work who got an interview for the job this morning. He told me one of the questions and I knew it straight away even though he didn't.
I missed out on getting an interview. Not sure why but no doubt I didn't lie well enough on my application and didn't meet one of the essentials.
Oh well it's their loss for not giving me an interview not mine. Just have to keep on applying whenever jobs come up. Never say die

The Concert

Lou Reed was great
I saw him about 3 years ago at the same venue when he was touring with his album Ecstasy and that concert was basically just that album with Rock'n'Roll thrown in as an encore at the end.
This time it was more of a greatest hits concert. No local band at the start so that he basically played a straight 2 hour set starting off with Sweet Jane which he dedicated to the cello player Jane Scarpantoni.
He even started off with a few jokes about basing a career on just 3 chords and then adding that actually it's more like 5 chords which is the difference between mediocrity and genius. Then he played Small Town and asked the audience if they thought Sydney was a small town. The gallery said yes but the ones in the more expensive seats said no.
Interesting choice of material from The Raven.
I rewrote some of the lyrics but Poe is dead so he can't do anything about it.
to The Day John Kennedy Died, Venus in Furs, Dirty Blvd, Street Hassle, The Bed, Men of Good Fortune, Sunday Morning, All Tomorrows Parties and finishing the main set with Set the Twilight Reeling.
For an encore he got the vocalist (just called Antony) to do Candy Says which Lou explained was a song he never sings himself but he loves hearing Antony singing it and the last song was Perfect Day.
Only one encore which was a bit disappointing but I think we all got our money's worth
He also had his Tai Chi teacher Master Ren Guang-Yi come out and do some movements on front of a few songs and instrumentals. I don't think anyone has ever done that at a rock concert before. He was wearing golden silk like pyjamas and did some great movements very graceful.

Some nice slow numbers intermixed with loud guitar songs. One solo with just him and the cello player only and him just singing no other instruments. Good lighting effects for that one. A very minimal background with just different colored lights as appropriate.
He changed some of the music from the recorded versions but the lyrics stayed the same. He tended to race throught the Raven as opposed to William Dafoes' version on the album.
He even let Fernando Saunders sing one of his own songs (probably to give himself a rest from singing) I didn't notice him drinking water or anything between songs which people like Tom Jones, Tony Bennet and Elvis Costello tend to do when they perform live. And he let the cello player have a solo of very discordant but impressive playing for the middle section of one song.

Thursday, September 04, 2003

Everybody's a dreamer and everybody's a star,
And everybody's in movies, it doesn't matter who you are.
There are stars in every city,
In every house and on every street,
And if you walk down Hollywood Boulevard
Their names are written in concrete!

- Ray Davies

Reading an article the other day about Lana Clarkson the blonde actress who was found shot through the face at Phil Spectors' house.
Just felt sad thinking about how small some peoples' ambitions are. All she wanted to do was make a good living as a film star and look how she wound up. But then I suppose some people wouldn't find the idea of being a published author to be the height of ambition either.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

- Ray Davies "Celluloid Heroes"

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

"Never judge a bug by its' karma"
- Quote of the day by Anonymous

Nice if slightly discouraging feedback from Jess Nevins about my query re publishing a guide to Promethea. Have to wait and see if Hy Bender replies to me too now.
Tomorrow off to see Lou Reed. I thought he would be doing a best of to help promote the NYC Man collection this time but apparently he will be mostly just doing his latest album The Raven based on Edgar Allen Poe stories and poems. I enjoyed it as an album much more than I did Ecstasy which had a few good songs but didn't work as an album for me. Looking forward to it anyway. I'm wearing my The Blue Mask T-shirt today.

"You're still doing things that I gave up years ago"

"My week beats your year"

- two quotes from Mr. Grumpy himself.

I wonder if Lou Reed is ever happy. A bit like Toby in the West Wing In last nights' episode his ex-wife who is about to have his twins told him she didn't want to get back with him because he was too sad. Not just sad but sad and angry with a very negative view of the world that she didn't want her unborn children exposed to. And this after he'd bought her the dream house she'd always wanted. No pleasing some people I suppose.

And it looks like I didn't get even get a job interview this time. Cest la vie. I suppose I didn't meet all the essentials. That and they were cheesed off that I pointed out the State Library main web page has 27 errors on it despite having been created using web authoring tools.

Tuesday, September 02, 2003

Setting the wheels in motion

A crazy idea that I've been nurturing for quite some time now is starting to move from the theoretical to the practical

The longest journey begins with but a single step
- damned if I know where this comes from but it sounds vaguely familiar

Following the leads set by Hy Bender with The Sandman Companion and Jess Nevins with Heroes and Monsters I've decided to see if I can manage to produce a companion to Alan Moore's Promethea.
At the moment the idea is just in the gestation stage
A suitable title might be
From the Radiant Heavenly City to ?????: A Guide to Alan Moore and JH Williams III's Promethea (1999-2004)

and I've sort of started the ball rolling by emailing both Jess and Mr. Bender for advice on how to find a publisher, get this sort of idea off the ground etc.
Don't know if anything will come off it but I thought I'd mark the start of taking action instead of just thinking about it so that I know that it starts today. One day after my fathers' 75th birthday.
Another important occasion today is the release of Monty Python's The Meaning of Life on DVD with an extra DVD full of new material and extras.
This will be the last DVD of new material from the Pythons unless someone decided to give that old chestnut And Now For Something Completely Different the same treatment.

Monday, September 01, 2003

Today is my father's 75th Birthday. I haven't seen or rung him up today but I did catch up with him on Saturday when my wife and youngest daughter were involved in a bridal fair at our local church. Basically they dressed up with my wife in her bridal gown and our oldest daughter (not quite 3 yet) using a flowergirl dress that her neice wore at my wedding 5 years ago. It was a nice day and I got to give my dad his present Kenneth Brannagh's version of Hamlet on 2 videos plus a copy of Alain de Botton's How Proust Can Change Your Life.
Just finished reading Michael Baigent's Ancient Mysteries: A History through evolution and magic also published as Ancient Traces. Interesting reading and it's given me an idea for a short story that I hope to write soon.
Baigent is the author of The Holy Blood and the Holy Grail which I can still remember reading concurrently with Michael Moorcock's Behold the Man. If you want to shake your faith in Christ the historical figure just read these two books at the same time.
As Neitzsche wrote somewhere.
The Last Christain died upon the Cross
- Quote of the Day

Also started reading
Perdurabo: The Life of Aleister Crowley by Richard Kaczynsit, PH. D. (at least that's what it has on the front cover)
Interesting with someone who's obviously gone out of his way to hunt out every last thing Crowley ever published as well as anything published about him. He seems a lot less demonic the more you read about him but still doesn't seem like someone you would welcome as a friend. The chapter I'm up to now is called Aleister through the looking glass.
Also almost finished The Sandman Companion by Hy Bender which gives me ideas for a book on Promethea I would like to write one day.
We shall see as the miracle worker said to the blind man.

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