ROSENROT WUNDERKAMMER

IMMEDIATELY//ALREADY

2012-01-17T20:44:00.004-06:00

A Silver Song by Conspiracy of Owls

2012-01-16T22:48:00.001-06:00

why bother?

Waving

2012-01-09T20:58:00.002-06:00

I know I told you I was facing north, but I realized I was mistakenly facing south.

2012 2012 2012

2012-01-05T22:05:00.002-06:00

2011-11-19T02:28:00.001-06:00

real blood//fake blood

2011-11-09T22:49:00.004-06:00

but tonight
you belong
to me

TODAY IS OCTOBER

2011-10-01T08:55:00.004-05:00

I remembered to say "bunny, bunny, rabbit" and somersault out of bed, so I think it's going to be a good one. It's even cold enough to wear my favorite shirt.

2011-09-29T14:31:00.001-05:00

I am the ocean and I will break your heart

2011-09-16T19:42:00.003-05:00

VICTORIALAND

CLARITY

2011-09-14T16:12:00.002-05:00

I just figured out what I'm going to be for Halloween. I feel like many things just fell into place.

2011-09-13T23:18:00.001-05:00

PALIMPSEST

2011-08-25T22:46:00.002-05:00

Are you still mad at me about the Super Moon? Because I'm still sorry.

2011-08-04T23:34:00.002-05:00

Remember how at the beginning of the year there was supposed to be some kind of zodiacal excitement with a Cancer? Well, I'm over it. I'm tired of Cancers. And Leos. It's too hot to wear my moonstone and still, the Cancers.

Maybe, though, it was Fauna all along. She is a baby and I love her and that's not so bad.

2011-06-06T21:14:00.004-05:00

everything is old and old is boring

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

2011-05-09T18:45:00.001-05:00

you really don't seem to understand

2011-04-23T19:18:00.001-05:00

that was fun, wasn't it?

be my baby

2011-04-15T23:12:00.004-05:00

I drew all day til I went cross-eyed and my fingers stopped working right. That's a good day in Captain Annie's book.

2011-04-13T17:51:00.002-05:00

I bet 13 year old Annie is really disappointed that 25 year old Annie forgot to listen to this song the whole time she was 25

2011-04-09T15:52:00.001-05:00

ok sorry for being melodramatic, I'm in tip-top shape today, thanks

2011-04-05T19:59:00.003-05:00

Anywhere With Oxygen / Walking Through That Door

2011-04-03T22:26:00.002-05:00

sicko

2011-03-22T18:46:00.001-05:00

it was poison

Japan

2011-03-12T08:38:00.001-06:00

Houses swept out to sea burn in the aftermath

2011-03-03T08:20:00.001-06:00

I made you a present

2011-02-24T12:51:00.003-06:00

I'm just going to make all my mistakes this year so I won't have to ever make any again

2011-02-20T16:27:00.000-06:00

Parlovr - Pen to the Paper from *safe solvent™ on Vimeo.

I'm done being grumpy and I have the bruises to prove it.

february

2011-02-19T13:25:00.001-06:00

12 hour+ twitterpation. Awful. Like this, including bunnies. With booze.
Black Death of a Salesman, Charlie Brown Recluse
Bike rides forever///hilly town, TX
ENCHANTED ROCK
Minimum wage dreams
My birthday is coming and it'd better be wonderful
DOGS

2011-02-19T13:20:00.001-06:00

I was sick on Valentine's day

2011-02-09T15:05:00.002-06:00

I'm having so much fun

GUNG HAY FAT CHOY

2011-02-03T17:23:00.000-06:00

RABBITS

moonbeam

2011-01-31T19:33:00.002-06:00

I'm a mess

nothing new

2011-01-28T12:50:00.001-06:00

sorry i stole yr whiskey

2011-01-26T01:20:00.002-06:00

overwhelming calm:

reading articles in Cabinet
the dean of my school describing stacks of paper that do not mean anything without librarians
watching Lemmy

2011-01-24T22:30:00.002-06:00

Ok, Teepee Dreams Tea, let's find me a new power animal
also let's forget about how the world keeps falling the fuck apart

2011-01-23T19:10:00.003-06:00

the magical transformative properties of the door

trawling

2011-01-21T17:38:00.006-06:00

I'm just going to pretend that you're sending me secret messages

freezing

2011-01-12T14:41:00.001-06:00

Ok Jupiter what else have you got

living the dream

2011-01-09T17:34:00.008-06:00

I live in a room with a secret door and even though I cracked my moonstone my horoscope said THIS IS MY MONTH.

2011-01-08T16:43:00.000-06:00

bumblebees live in holes and don't make honey but it's ok cause yr sweet

OMEN

2011-01-05T18:09:00.004-06:00

I am in Texas now and the only thing I know I like for sure here is BIRDS. So it is awful that hundreds of redwing blackbirds and European starlings fell dead from the sky in Arkansas, just before we drove through. And also this. Concerns.

texas is the reason (that the president's dead)

2011-01-01T23:30:00.004-06:00

If I never have to go through Waco again it will be ok unless someone is pointing out the site of David Koresh's compound but I think that would be shameful.

2010-12-12T15:33:00.005-06:00

This song has been stuck somewhere in my head for months. I just figured it out. I am elated.

The video is a bit Dark Crystal. Watching Dark Crystal clips makes me feel a bit too weird right now so I really can't Youtube that.

THE YGGYSSEY

2010-12-08T17:20:00.003-06:00

Ghostology
Your ghostly bunny friend
Norman put the shoofly pie on your fershlugginer lens
Witchocracy
Look at the Dreamboat
the quivering bog, the king of the ravens
Blow it out your leathern bag, that is an ancient Los Angeles tradition
huge black fire breathing horses
various nameless shrieking creatures
OLD NEW HACKENSACK WELCOMES YOU TO SUPERNATURAL DAYS
black cat groomers

girls girls girls

2010-12-01T15:28:00.004-06:00

File under "bees"
Bees in Brooklyn Hives Mysteriously Turn Red (Or, the unfortunate meeting of two of my favorite things, bees and maraschino cherries)

File under "weirdo Nazi/art obsession"
Art's Survivors of Hitler's War

File under "future secret rendezvous site"
HICKSVILLE TRAILER PALACE

family photos

2010-11-26T13:34:00.005-06:00

Marie, Lawrence (grandpa), Lucille
"Aunt Grace made the leaves up for us."

1926

Edna Kline?

Aunt Betty, dad, Grandma. Florida 1957

Watcher of the Skies

2010-11-16T19:40:00.005-06:00

"Our stellar system is a swarm of stars isolated in space. It drifts through the universe as a swarm of bees drifts through the summer air."
Edwin Hubble, The Realm of the Nebulae 1936

2010-11-10T15:51:00.003-06:00

I am really truly moving to Texas and it makes me always want to type TEXAS. TEXAS! Time to make magic, and be a librarian.

Have you read Kelly Link's story Magic for Beginners? About "The Library"? Well, it's wonderful.

2010-11-01T15:56:00.000-05:00

So beautiful. Look at the speckles.

2010-11-01T01:22:00.005-05:00

2010-09-06T09:49:00.001-05:00

dancing with the bones of the dead

2010-08-09T21:02:00.001-05:00

I wish I looked more like this

2010-08-09T20:57:00.001-05:00

White Dart, Black cat

2010-06-09T18:35:00.004-05:00

yr glasses make my skin crawl

2010-06-09T18:35:00.001-05:00

"When I was nine I played the Demon King in Cinderella and it launched me on a long and happy life of being a monster."

2010-04-18T20:51:00.003-05:00

a "windy star-filled space"

2010-04-07T19:25:00.002-05:00

Dreams Less Sweet

2010-04-07T07:23:00.002-05:00

a crypt for 2 with a white picket fence

2010-02-14T15:28:00.001-06:00

VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL
25% OFF HUMAN HAIR

2009-12-30T18:03:00.001-06:00

Rowland Howard wrote this song and he died today

bramble brain

2009-12-07T13:38:00.005-06:00

The first thing I saw when I went out this morning (after the snow had melted) was a shiny black hearse. That seems lucky.

Slogging through a morass of unpleasantly selfly bureaucratic papers, trying to remember interesting things I have done (and will do!) to keep me pepped...

Wunders!

* Catherine, Denise and I went to see Shockheaded Peter some years ago, a joyfully morbid and wickedly moralizing children's fable peopled by puppets and musicked by the Tigerlillies...that was fun.

I'd see it weekly if it wasn't over.

* Those waves remind me of one of my favorite, lovingly and occasionally malinformative museums, which is really the primary string calling me back to Los Angeles (aside from the puppet strings of Bob Baker...), especially with all the hubbub at UCLA regarding tuition. Incidentally, UCLA is the root of my gloom, I think, the root that sprouts all those paperworks necessary to apply to grad school. Humbug.

* Speaking of school, I wrote a paper once about Spanish horror movies in the 1960s. I watched 3 movies a day for at least a week.

How terrible is that, I can't think of anything else. My ego is sufficiently inflated for now, I guess. Austin's yelping over LA, and I'd like to visit soon...I could be a longhorn, or whatever UT students are. That would be ok.

2009-12-03T16:51:00.000-06:00

this is basically amazing

2009-07-29T15:12:00.005-05:00

summer's here, i think

Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends

2009-06-01T10:54:00.003-05:00

Green, blueberry, bluebird, ponytail, apple blossoms, vines, scrapes, bugs, dead doctor, last Titanic survivor dead, missing plane

2009-04-18T08:42:00.001-05:00

Miss. woman gets shot in head, makes tea

2009-02-06T17:14:00.001-06:00

Lux Interior, the most perfect man in the universe, has left us. Long Live Lux.

2009-01-25T13:19:00.002-06:00

chickadee, blue jay, woodpecker (hairy or downy, it's hard to say), tufted titmouse, redpoll (must be lucky), nuthatch, goldfinch, mystery sparrows

2009-01-13T18:47:00.000-06:00

2009-01-09T09:23:00.000-06:00

twice as lonely as a girl oughta be

2008-12-28T08:51:00.003-06:00

While I am at it, rest in peace, darling Bettie.

She's been interred at Westwood Memorial Park (one of my favorites), in good company: Marilyn Monroe, Truman Capote, Peggy Lee, and Don Knotts (not to mention Minnie Riperton and Walter Matthau).

2008 Necrology

lady spinnerette

2008-12-28T08:20:00.004-06:00

Captain Annie has long avoided being Literal or Relevant in the Wunderkammer, but it is time for a change. The reason why is that the kind of thing that people blog about happened. Of course, it happened weeks ago, but Captain Annie decided not to let that get in the way.

Spinnerette finally released some songs, that is what happened! Spinnerette is the band fronted by Brody Dalle, formerly of the Distillers, whom I love dearly. Brody herself has become an icon because she is drop-dead fucking gorgeous.

I saw her once in Manhattan, and the only person who rendered me more starstruck was Lemmy Kilmeister. I was walking up 3rd Ave with Mike after leaving a drawing class, and I was all covered in charcoal, and it was hot as hell. I recognized her tattoos and her new red-headed baby (sired by Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age). She was wearing these insanely cool green alligator platform heels. Mike made me speak to her, so I told her what I thought of her. She seemed over heated and dazed, which was ok, as it was hot as hell. But she really appreciated my complementing her beautiful baby. "Your baby is beautiful," I said.

But I digress. Spinnerette has teased us with silly little clips until recently, with the release of an EP and even a video. I am delighted.

http://spinnerettemusic.com/listen

2008-11-06T08:28:00.001-06:00

I have no words!

2008-10-31T14:53:00.002-05:00

I wish every day was Halloween except for today

a while ago

2008-10-25T15:02:00.000-05:00

We love you Gareth Pugh

2008-10-09T08:55:00.011-05:00

He's looking much healthier this season

but I kind of prefer his happy-squatter look of seasons past

2008-09-21T16:45:00.002-05:00

dream jobs:
pinstriper
medical illustrator
auto mechanic
sexy auto mechanic
historian of science/expert on weird stuff in jars
museum taxidermist
crime scene photographer
hobo

2008-09-13T20:12:00.002-05:00

I have this new thing:
I desperately want to be fabulous

even witches deserve birthdays

2008-08-11T10:37:00.001-05:00

2008-08-07T19:19:00.001-05:00

2008-07-22T11:10:00.000-05:00

the thing that really got me was when you lied about disneyland

2008-07-19T11:43:00.002-05:00

2008-07-17T18:59:00.002-05:00

for the first time I wished I had blue eyes
they oughtn't be rewarded for using the metric system. this is America.
I may be dead, but I'm still pretty

2008-07-10T19:26:00.000-05:00

(toni basil + 1966 = ultra babe)

2008-05-26T23:09:00.001-05:00

2008-05-26T23:05:00.000-05:00

"what are you drinking, spider tea?"

2008-05-04T10:37:00.002-05:00

"I am really terribly sorry to be sounding like all these dead people."

2008-04-21T18:53:00.002-05:00

“In 1940,” Hitler told the Nazi architect Albert Speer, “the Olympic Games will take place in Tokyo. But thereafter they will take place in Germany for all time to come.”

2008-04-15T22:02:00.007-05:00

I have no trouble admitting that I use Aqua-Net

2008-04-06T13:03:00.000-05:00

there's something nice about having enough hair to cover the back of my neck

2008-04-04T11:32:00.001-05:00

it's nice to listen
to a variety of lively classical music
while on hold
with the bank's fraud representatives

2008-04-03T19:03:00.003-05:00

your golden hair, margarethe

2008-03-29T19:42:00.002-05:00

2008-03-25T19:25:00.001-05:00

2008-03-24T15:25:00.001-05:00

dead dead dead dead dead

2008-03-23T20:24:00.001-05:00

oh god there it goes

2008-03-10T22:18:00.005-05:00

mister you just made a big mistake

2008-03-04T16:47:00.002-06:00

"In some circles where very heavy people think they have very heavy brains, words like 'charming' and 'clever' and 'pretty' are all putdowns, and all the lighter things in life, which are the most important, are put down."

The Lady of Shalott

2008-03-03T22:06:00.005-06:00

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And through the field the road run by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Through the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow veil'd,
Slide the heavy barges trail'd
By slow horses; and unhail'd
The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early,
In among the bearded barley
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly;
Down to tower'd Camelot;
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy
The Lady of Shalott."

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving through a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot;
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls
Pass onward from Shalott.
Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd lad,
Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad
Goes by to tower'd Camelot;
And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal Knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter'd free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon'd baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armor rung
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn'd like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro' the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, burning bright,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed into the crystal mirror,
"Tirra lirra," by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces through the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look'd down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack'd from side to side;
"The curse is come upon me," cried
The Lady of Shalott.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining.
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower'd Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And around about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river's dim expanse
Like some bold seer in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance --
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right --
The leaves upon her falling light --
Thro' the noises of the night,
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darkened wholly,
Turn'd to tower'd Camelot.
For ere she reach'd upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
Dead-pale between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and Burgher, Lord and Dame,
And around the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? And what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they crossed themselves for fear,
All the Knights at Camelot;
But Lancelot mused a little space
He said, "She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott."

2008-02-29T22:34:00.002-06:00

it's leap day!

2008-02-27T21:44:00.003-06:00

2008-02-27T21:42:00.002-06:00

All day long I was convinced I was wearing a certain pair of pants. It was not until 6:45 p.m. that I discovered I was in fact wearing a completely different pair of pants. The Lord moves in mysterious ways.