Inside the Fifth Circle

Welcome to the hallowed site where I throw down on a daily basis.

Or, perhaps more accurately, this is where I piddle around while I'm supposed to be throwing down.  *koff koff*

Let me show you around, starting in the bottom left corner and going clockwise. 

Writer's Market: my bible.  Where I look for new places to pitch pieces and find publisher guidelines.

My Tarot decks, both designed by Julie Cuccia-Watts:  They used to be in my nightstand where I could consult them occasionally by moonlight or grab them whenever my Tarot teacher sent me an assignment.  But then I discovered I could also use them as a creative inspiration tool for writing, and they've been relocated.

Lakshmi: the Indian goddess of good fortune.  Chandramauli, one of my deaf yoga teachers at the ashram, surprised me with this card on the day I left.  I love looking at her whenever I get anywhere near moody.  Cheers me right up thinking about the ashram and the things I learned there.

Behind Lakshmi is a bumper sticker CK picked up for me in Woodstock, yet another of his travel souvenir fetishes.  I actually kinda like this.  It represents us in that CK knows damn well how emphatically anti-bumper sticker I am and yet he thumbed his nose and bought it for me anyway.  Why?  Because it has the famous Laurel Thatcher Ulrich title on it: "Well-behaved women seldom make history," which really represents me to so many people it's almost redundant; throwing it away seems blasphemous and oh, so wrong.  (aside: CK recently returned from a trip to the Big Apple, with souvenirs for himself and presents for Leah.  For me?  Zip. And when I pouted, he pointed at my blog.  Couldn't do anything but nod approvingly at him.  Dammit.  Can you spell b.a.c.k.f.i.r.e.?)

And behind the bumper sticker is a photo/frame that Leah made for me in school. My li'l Red.  I'll be cremated with it.  I think.  If I die, that is.

The blue lamp is nonfunctional, except as a phone signaler.  Which is quite dumb, since we usually just let the phone ring.  We really should let go of the land line idea.  It's so eighties.

The Yankee Candle Co. is my all-time favorite candle maker. Shhh, don't tell CK, but the original reason "Midsummer's Night" is my favorite scent is because I used to think it smelled like my first boyfriend.  Plus, it's black (ooh, witchy!) and the name alludes to Shakespeare.  How much more perfect can it get?  Oh, the other one?  A gift from CK: ginger and green tea.  Pretty nice, if you like that sort of thing.  *ahem*  Moving on...

You can see the cherry-wood colored stem of my sun-lamp.  I've been using sunlamps for almost 15 years now, especially during the winter, not for a tan, but to battle winter blues.  Sounds hokey, but honest to Goddess, it works.

And last, but definitely not least: Maxine.  Oh, Maxine, Maxine.  My first pooter with wi-fi capability.  She's a Mac!  Need I say more?  Yes?  Okay: I'd have sex with her if she had boobs.

I'd ask for ideas for pimping the place, but now that I think about it, I think I damn well like it the way it is.

Comments

[Josh]

... and where are the curtains from, and why that color? :-)

[Carrie]

What are you writing on Maxine's screen?

[shilpa]

yea. i like you. a lot.

you should come to an Indian temple with me soon... either the one nearby my home or the one in Maryland. not only will you see the Lakshmi but several other gods and goddesses too!

can't wait to see you in a sari soon.
man, that wud rawk.

[Sharon]

I love your place, thanks for sharing it with us!