Finding Beauty In Terror?

Ok, I think I've gotten the post-apocalyptic nightmare fuel feel I was after.

Eric & I celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary this Monday! We celebrated by getting matching spiral ear jewelry at Unimax, the Chinatown based purveyors of all things tattoo and body modification (except actually getting work done. It's a supply outlet.)

Perhaps apropos to September 11th, which was today, lately I've been thinking about the shame tinged pleasure - or is it pleasure tinged shame, that comes from something apealing coming out of something atrocious. Not 9/11 specifically. It was a very painful time here in NYC, and the various agendas that clung to it's coattails -- from Operation Shuck and Jaw to the attempts at Machiavellian manipulation attempted by our upstairs neighbor -- fill me with nothing but disgust. Consider things more like LSD - initially developed for governmental mind-control experiments, sort of does the opposite. Or Krav Maga - tool of oppression employed by the IDF, but an effective martial art. Or even these ISIL videos/stills...their methods are reprehensible and their agenda fascistic - but one of those guys has this one knife I'm so jealous of. (Though, as analysts have pointed out, there is more than one knife in the first video.)

Soon these will be the kinds of thoughts we'll be carted away for writing. They may even be now. But since I was little, that which frightened me had to be fixated over. And now I leave you with a journal excerpt.

In Due Fairness...

since writing such a descriptive slag on Henry Rollins' ablist suicide column, I should follow up by linking to his statement of apology. I can respect someone who can admit they made a mistake, and not have it sound like canned PR damage control.

Meanwhile for the evening's listening we have on Deathpile's "Final Confessions" album. It simultaneously induces unease and inspiration. It's so damn good it made our cat jizz on my nightgown when I picked him up, which is doubly weird since it was Enzo, the cat we think is gay.


In other news, happy to see the media moniker "ISIS" for the Islamic State beginning to be refuted, whether by letters to the media by the Fellowship of Isis, the point that "ISIL" may be more accurate, or that "Daaesh" originates from there Syrian detractors and apparently they kinda hate it. Which makes me lean towards that one.
Now if only we could get to the bottom of who's really funding these guys. And get them to stop slaughtering everyone they may ideologically disagree with, for instance the Yezedi, who's mythos I'm also partial to...

Tawsi Meleke, the Peacock Angel & one of 7 emanations that create the Universe.

"Ra-Hoor-Khuit Has Taken His Seat In The East"

Some lovely statues of Horus/Mentu (though I'm familiar more with that type of headdress on Asar/Osiris, I'll have to ask my Egyptologist friend about it.)looking out on the city... respectively in "God" and "Dragon" posture. Hopefully they're keeping their sun and moon eyes fixed on that police car across the street.

And while I'm on a Kemetic geek-out, can we quit calling the Islamic State fundamentalists "ISIS"? I  know they're not named for the Greek version of Aset, but it makes my eyes slimy every time I read it. Kind of like with these neo-fascists in Greece currently calling themselves "Golden Dawn". Just...no.

UPDATE: Another friend of mine - not the Egyptologist - has pointed out that in Arabic the Islamic State group call themseves "Daaesh".  No more Queen of Heaven sullying.