The Silent Song Bird...

I had a dream the other night and it was not until that night that I remembered the first time I dreamt of this place. It was actually before I even knew The Hunger Games series existed. I cant remember how long ago, but long enough back that I had forgot about it and even The Hunger Games movie did not force me to remember it. 

The original dream covered roughly 3 days. I was at a camp, but I think the camp is voluntary. Its an odd world, like the lost boys camp from Hook. One the first day we get to know everyone and ride old roller-coasters you would have seen in the 40’s.

The second day had many events, but in the evening there is a large dance. It reminds me of the festival from Red Riding Hood, but once more I had this dream before that came out.

It was wild, lots of fires and jumping about and crying for joy. It was amazing and I was in bliss. 

The next day I remember is the arena. I remember almost nothing except when we were hit by weapons it hurt and paralyzed us into a sleep. It was like paintballs, but with rustic weapons like bows. 

All I remember from the first dreams arena is lying in a valley , large hills on both sides covered in brush and ivy. I was laying deep in the grass, exhausted, when a huge boulder plummeted down towards me. I think there may have been others trying to escape it with me. Then I woke up. 

Now, as I said, I had the second dream the other day, but I only made it through the first day before I woke up. Knowing when I woke up that the next day would bring a dance so lively made me rather depressed. I was so happy at that camp. I remember from this previous dream meeting a girl and some boys. We were forming a team for the arena. And i remember one of the camp head leaders kept slipping me candy, one of the only foods forbidden at the camp. During the days we had large feasts.

Sigh…if only.

I can’t imagine what has possessed me to be so exceptionally active. It could be the sun, so vibrant and inspiring. It could have been good old Mr. Taggart , who is equally amazing. None the less, these past two days I have been going non-stop.

Yesterday I went with Seth to Pricketts Fort. We arrived at 3:45 and left at 6. We made our way out a trail and back walking about 5-6 miles. I was rather adventerous I must admit. I got dirty, wet and tanned.

Today Kevin came over and the three of us went “jogging”. More like they went jogging and I walked quickly behind. My heart and ankles just couldnt do it today. It was roughly 80 degress, no shade for my poor pupils and friggin beautiful out. 

This was all fine and flipping dandy till 5 o clock rolled around and I had to work my first shift at subway. Being my determined and hard working self I sat down once, to sign a piece of paper. 

Needless to say, by 10 I was tired, hungry and ecstatic to clock out, if you can have tha emotion at my level of deadtotheworld-ness. 

I have to say though, Im loving this new string of activeness. Tomorrow I might even go to Coopers Rock!

I have been a true lover of the French silent film Le Voyage dans la lune for many years. The innovation and creativity of Georges Méliès fascinates me. He was a brilliant man. I however never took a deep look into his history into today, after seeing Hugo.

I must give a standing ovation for a movie so colorful, unique and actually quite historically accurate. The character of Hugo is unfortunately fictional and brought to life by the author of the book The Invention of Hugo Cabaret who was saddened by the neglect and abandonment of automata.

I found very few mistakes in the history of Méliès.

1.      In the movie they never speak of or show his first wife Eugene. Méliès is seen with the same woman, Jeanne, throughout the movie when in truth they met after he bought the theatre and went from one of his actresses to his mistress. (This is can easily be explained by the fact that Hugo was a book written for a younger audience. ) He truly loved Jeanne d’Alcy and in later years they married. Also his children with Eugene are not mentioned.

2.      They didn’t have a god child. They kept Méliès’ granddaughter, but her name was Madeleine Malthête-Méliès, not the adopted child from the movie Isabelle.

3.      Lastly, in the movie the down fall of Méliès seems to be because of the war and a change in peoples interests. While this may have assisted the plummet of sales it is known that the breaking of a deal and putting money into poor scripts led to the bankruptcy of Méliès.

I read deeply into the history of Méliès. He was a well-rounded and extraordinary man. He wrote scripts and poetry. He loved to tinker and invent. He was a well-known magician. He invented many illusions, owned his own theatre and built his own camera  and automata. He wrote and created many movies, one of the most famous being Le Voyage dans la lune.

I intend to read more and more on the history of Georges Méliès , as he fascinates and inspires me to no end. I have been in awe of this man for almost four years now and watching Hugo oly heightened my love for his work.

I must congratulate Brian Selznick on a wonderful book, which I intend to read now that I know it exists.  I must also congratulate John Logan, the script writer and Graham King, Timothy Headington, Martin Scorsese and Johnny Depp, the producers of Hugo the movie.

I would advise anyone with a heart and mind for the interesting, unique and magnificent to look into Georges Méliès, A Trip to the Moon, automata and The Invention of Hugo Cabret.

My step dad recently gave me his old Iphone. I had a touch phone previously, but nothing like an iphone or android phone. I used to have a tablet, so a good few of you know my love for apps.

I now have a morning app. It has an alarm that pulls from my music, but it also have a nifty feature. My morning app reads me the time and tells me the weather for the current day. 

I, personally, found this to be cooler than the invention of sliced bread, sporks and mac and cheese..yes I said mac and cheese.

I took it one step father though. Beware you are about to drop into a super nerdy blackhole.

My app has voices you can buy for .99 cents. I bought one named Graham. Graham sounds a lot like another personal assistant many of you may know.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXH2K2ZlrjQ

Yes friends, I am this big of a nerd. 

I am now looking for a voice that sounds like Juiz from Eden of the East, seeing as she is who I named my phone after. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDAOKaxQBa8

Well I will release you from this twilight zone of holyshitshesadork-dom.

Have a great day!

The Saw Fish. I came across this interesting creature this morning. Isn’t he amazingly terrifying!? They can grow up to 23 feet. They look almost exactly like the Saw Shark, but they are actually larger.  They use their saw to swipe and injure their prey.

 And a festival was held!  Over the days of planning the snow slowly melted and the leaves on the trees were rich with October hues.  Sir Rupert was seen all over the villages surrounding the castle. So much had to be planned, the food, the music. He refused to let the memory of the King pass in solemn hearts. Instead he intended to cause an uprising in the very souls of the people; a fire that would keep the King in their hearts for generations to come.
When word of the festival reached the villagers joy rang out in almost every home. The dark veil that had been smothering the people was lifted. They had a reason to celebrate and be merry. Few could deny one last dance and song in the name of their belated and loved King Vernick.
There was a special gated off field the Kingdom had used for festivals and traveling groups for years. This is where the celebration was to be held. Sir Rupert had tables upon tables lined with food. He alone had contacted every baker, inn cook and decent house wife in the Kingdom. Each had agreed to bring a special dish.
Sir Rupert searched Inns and Pubs all over the Kingdom for the best lute players and bards. He collected well known singers and poets. He wanted to fill the gates with beautiful sounds and jubilant voices.
Games and spectacles were set about the field to keep people entertained while the advisers prepared for the main event. There would be apple diving, pig chases and even races, but none could compare to the finale.
Finally, the night before the festival a large stand was placed in the middle of all the other festivities that covered the field. A large carpet, the royal colors and the Kingdoms insignia shining bright, covered the stage and it draped over the side as if a wave of the Kings majestic nature was crashing into the people.

The day had arrived and all of the Kingdom was humming. Citizens of Iasca traveled from far and wide to reach the Kingdoms capital of Bashku. As the people entered the gates to the festival field they looked up, because most were shorter, to two large guards, one of which was passing out colored stones. Each citizen was to take a stone. Red stones, green stones, so many stones and not a clue to their purpose.
The gated field was swarming with people, bubbling with laughter and beaming with smiles as they took part in games, music and food. The pain of their loss quickly began to vanish.
Few villagers were left to enter as it became late afternoon. Most citizens had taken off from their duties early, but not two young laborers, a butcher and a blacksmith .
The two entered the field side by side, though they barely knew each other. The guard stuck out his hand, a violet stone in his palm. Both reached out for the stone, both assuming it was theirs. A fight soon escalated as each demanded that the stone was theirs.
Evangalene, the blacksmith was a quiet girl, but Cortain knew how stubborn she could be. She had in fact crafted him special tipped arrows the year before and she was known for her crafty haggling with prices.
Eva knew him to be just as stubborn though. Many times she had watched someone walk out of his shop, refusing to pay the price he set for a leg of pig or a slab of venison.
Both tugged at the stone, eyeing each other in odd determination. The two guards, massive as they may be could not get the two to desist.
Eva realized a few last stragglers were trying to enter so with a sly tug she headed towards the apple dunking booth, hoping to loose him . Eva had underestimated  Cortain. He was right behind her, both bodies weaving through the crowd like graceful birds.
Cortain moved ahead of Eva, arriving in front of the booth and tripping her. As the stone slipped from her hands he snatched it from the air. A pang of guilt struck him as he took off with the stone. He secretly hoped she wouldn’t actually fall onto the muddy ground. This cat and mouse game continued for hours, both set on owning the simple, violet pebble; its true importance more than they could ever imagine.
As the sun began to set a large bonfire was built to warm the people and illuminate the stage. Sir Rupert felt it would enhance the final event, soon to come. Eva and Cortain were now back to their game of tug of war, far behind the crowd that had now gathered in front of the stage. More and more hushed their whispers became as Sir Rupert climbed the wooden stairs and stood before the citizens. The colorful rug shimmered in the firelight as did the joy in Sir Ruperts eyes; a joy lit by what he knew was to come.

I wanted something glorious to feel the pain I feel today. Its like sorrow itself has taken its sweet time to latch on to me, pin me down and sit on my chest, like a bully. I feel like I am suffocating. I cant breathe. 

However,

I am not a person to pray because Im..well not religious, but I feel like if I think it you hear me, when Im crying you see me and when I smile, thinking how great you were you smile to. When I am alone, especially outside, I feel like just the opposite, not alone. Watched over. At first it was eery, but now it feels special. 

I have asked for some of my grandfathers ashes when they are done. I want to put them in a vial necklace so he will be close to me forever, as he has been my whole life.

Today is going to be hard, but not as hard as August when we bury the urn. 

Please don’t pray for me, but good thoughts my way are super appreciated, because I need all the mojo strength I can get today.