Monday, March 26, 2012

Non-Club Goths and the People Who Love Them

An email I received today reminded me of a post I did on my other (comatose) blog some time back, so with a bit of editing, I found it applicable for the EVGA audience with its wonderful sensibilities and super power called Common Sense.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Manners, Etiquette, Graciousness, Self-Respect

While I have several new blog entries begun, this one stood out as needing to be shared. Perhaps I am only looking to rant, but I will at least attempt to do it with some degree of decorum and good sense. This evening I posted a link to an article on the death of good manners, the demise of simple, but meaningful pleasantries, perhaps the indifferent murder of behaviours that do no harm, but can do all the good in the world by showcasing the Good that exists in the world.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Come and Shop with Me: The Moonlight Muse

I would say this posting is long overdue, but I did promise the artist I would hold out for a particular project with which she had been making herself blind. But might I say, it was worth the wait. This particular artist works in several mediums, from paper cutting, to clay, and I have been fortunate enough to collect a variety of her delightfully haunted pieces. It was when she told me that she was working on a special cutting that I held off. When I saw it, well.. anyone who knows me even in the slightest, can imagine my response. And so it heads this entry for all to enjoy.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Where Have All the Role Models Gone?

I have said many times that I consider myself incredibly fortunate when it comes to
meaningful conversations. It is like a diet: If one refuses to let in the junk food
(small talk, lies, gossip), the flavour of real food can be tasted and the nutrients
of real food can finally make it into one's system where they can do some good. So
please let this be the caveat of sorts in future posts when I bring up at topic
inspired by a conversation that has found me during the course of my day.