

A few things have come down the wires of late that speak to some of my pet rants. So here are a few weekend links to consume with your coffee. A rant-based link roundup. Why not? Let’s begin with my longest running whisky rant: That accidental ingestion of hallucinogens is the most likely trigger...
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When my father came to visit recently for my birthday, the topic of his AIDS hospice work in the 1980s came up in conversation somehow. (To be clear, this wasn’t actually at the party because, you know… downer.) This was the terrifying dark ages of a genuinely horrible disease. A lot of medical professionals...
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Because I clearly have the mental age of a small child, for me it is terribly exciting to discover that people you know are on vacation at the same time as you -even if they are on different continents. (When I read this post I just had to email and say “wheeee! Horay for...
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It looks like a few of my sigils may be coming down off the mirror soon as the -possibly semi self-inflicted- star storm abates and gives me my first clear view of what this new adventure could look like. What. A. Ride. These last two months are what we can call the Proof of...
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Today was the second conference I have been to in two weeks where the topics discussed were so unbelievably above my head that I felt like a complete imposter. I started to fantasize that the speaker would stop what she was saying and stare at me until I left. Thankfully, she didn’t do that....
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What I like about chaos magic is that it is unashamedly a child of revolution. It is the spooky corner of the creative protest that emerged with punk into Thatcher’s Britain, frozen by strikes, stricken by unemployment and recession… An orphan of the winter of discontent. Like punk, it is called working class because...
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A dear school friend accompanied me on my recent trip to Nottingham. Through a series of ‘random’ coincidences, he has ended up as the general manager of a large event construction business within three years of graduating from university. On the other side of the world. Over five to six hundred beers in the...
Read more →This morning I made a borderline witty comment on one of my friend’s Facebook status updates. He said he had just seen a steam train arrive at his station and wondered what century he had woken up in. My response: “That wasn’t a steam train. After I found myself trapped in 1885 I had...
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