You enter the club, inhaling the scent you
missed so much: cigarettes, alcohol, perfume, sweat, all blending together in
an intoxicating cocktail. The music is blasting in the speakers and the strong
base is making the ground shake. You are heading towards the bar when you are
grabbed and pushed on the dance floor.
“Dance with me, beau…”, the guy says, trying
to make a move on you.
“Get lost!”, you shriek with a bitter look
on your face, not letting him finish, while slapping his hand away. “I didn’t
give you permission to touch me, did I??”
He ignores your request, reaching for you
again. You dodge his hand, move a step closer and firmly squeeze his crotch, tightening
you hold to the maximum. The young man tries to push you away but he can’t:
it’s not the first time you’re doing this. He whimpers in pain, hitting your
arm. You won’t let go. “You were just leaving, right?”, you smirk, finally
releasing your grip. The guy bends over, covering his probably already bruised
pride and slides down the glass wall, squinting his eyes in pain.
The Joker is upstairs in the VIP lounge,
watching everything that’s going on in his club from behind the smoky windows.
He suddenly starts laughing maniacally, crossing his legs. “Auch, I bet that
hurt!”. Frost is glancing out there too, trying to see what amused his boss so
much. “Frosty, who’s the girl with the lacy yellow dress and bright red hair?” J
points out with his cane in the crowd.
“Ahh,” Frost answers when his eyes find
you. “That’s Miss Y/N,sir.”
“That’s Y/N?!” the Joker grins. “We’ve
been doing business with her for a while…Maybe I shouldn’t let you take care of
things so much, Frost. I’m missing on opportunities to meet…” he pauses, biting
his lower lip “…new people.”
“Of course, boss” Frost smiles, nodding
his head in agreement.
passes his fingers through his green hair, holding it in place for a few
moments, watching you take a sit at the bar and order a drink. “Tell her
everything she wants is on the house.”
“Yes, sir” Frost replies, already on the
You start sipping on your whiskey when the
bartender leans towards you: ”Everything on the house tonight, miss.”
“What? Why?…” you ask, surprised.
The bartender points towards the VIP lounge. “Boss
“Oh, he’s here?” you lift your glass
towards the smoky windows and mutter “Thank you”. You hope he saw it.
You end the conversation on your cell
phone, debating on what to do with the information you just got. After a few moments you decide, so you take
your drink and you head towards the stairs. Up to the VIP lounge you go.
“Hi, Frost”, you snicker, seeing he’s
already coming for you.
“Hello, miss Y/N, it’s been a while". You
take his arm as he leads you upstairs. The heavy security moves out of your way.
“Can I see Mister J?”
“He’s already expecting you, Miss Y/N.”
Frost parts the gold beads for you and stays behind.
You enter the luxurious room and your eyes
rest on the green haired man sitting on the velvet couch. His white shirt is
unbuttoned almost all the way down and you can see a lot of tattoos on his
pale, toned body.
doll,” he grins at you, revealing his silver grill, “we finally meet.”
“Mister J, it’s a pleasure”, you reply
with a flirtatious tone, continuing to analyze him.
“Kitten, turn around, let me see you.” You giggle, slowly spinning on your high
hills, taking a sip of your whiskey as you face the Joker again.
“Prettttyyyy…” he purrs, gesturing you to
come sit on the couch.
You take two steps towards him when your
favorite song starts blasting in the club. “Mmmm, I love this song,” you sigh,
closing your eyes, starting to swing your hips to the beat.
“Mister J, dance with me,” you plead,
finally putting your drink down on the mahogany table nearby. The Joker catches
the serious look that lingers on your face for just a few seconds. He is a bit intrigued;
he senses something is not quite right. Nevertheless, he gets off the couch and
comes to meet you in the middle of the lounge. His eyes narrow, and before he
finds himself in front of you, you hear his warning:
“I don’t like games, baby doll. Are you
going to tell me what the deal is? Or do I have to make you?”
You immediately drop your fake bimbo act, completely
changing your demeanor and tone of voice: “The SWAT team will raid this place
soon, looking for you. I’d say you have about 10 minutes left.”
“Hmmm…” that’s all you hear before you get
pushed out of the away and he heads towards the exit. He suddenly stops in
front of the door, keeping it open.
“Are you coming?”
He’s speeding like a lunatic on the
streets of Gotham, almost hitting cars and people a few times. That seems to
amuse immensely, he can’t stop laughing.
What a strange, interesting man, you think to yourself, opening your
side window so you can feel the wind in your hair.
“Don’t worry, doll, I’ll tell Frosty to
drop your car at your place tomorrow. Where do you live?”
“It’s OK, Mister J, I’ll steal another one.
Not very fond of the color of my current one anyway. I really love your purple
Lamborghini”, you turn towards him, just to meet his intense, blue gaze. Why
the hell isn’t he watching the road?
“Where…do…you…live?” he insists, pausing
after each word, taking his hands off the wheel.
“Umm..” you try to concentrate, pulling
down on your short dress, “ Silver Meadows Hill.”
“Fancy place”, he grins, with a sinister
smile on his face. “Do they know what you do for a living?” Hands on the wheel again, good.
think I’m a dentist,” you confess, amused at the fact that this is very
entertaining for him. He laughs again.
“Well, actually I am a dentist; I went to
school for that and I have a degree. It’s the perfect cover up.”
and smart, I’m impressed,” the Joker winks and for some reason you fell your
cheeks getting warm. That’s weird, you never blush. “Want me to take you home?”
he suddenly offers, yanking the wheel and running over the curve.
“No, not yet, I want to party some more. It’s
my birthday today.” You don’t even know why you told him. That was stupid.
be damned, doll; we really need to party then. How young?” he asks, interested.
“Ahhh,26, a good time to be alive,” he slams
the breaks right in the middle of Gotham bridge. Holly crap, is he entirely
crazy? You sure hope so. He’s definitely not boring.
“Here, for you” he says, reaching for the
glove compartment while leaning on your legs for support. You feel awkward but
you resist the urge to kick him in the face like you normally would if some
other guy would be doing this to you. He pulls out a box and leaves it in your
lap, starting to drive again.
“Are you sure?” you ask, uncertain,
“Yeah, yeah, I have another one, all
yours”, J confirms, accelerating. You take out the beautiful gun that’s been
personalized with diamonds and the Joker’s trademark clown face.
“Wow, this is beautiful, thank you,
Mister J”. Your heart is pounding, you love guns so much. You can tell this is
an exquisite one just by holding it.
“No problem, doll, I have to repay you
somehow, right? How much money do you want?”
“Oh, no money, Mister J, I don’t need
pay for the information this time. But I definitely want this,” you chuckle,
waving the pistol at him. He smirks, lifting his shoulders. “That’s fine,Y/N, I
told you it’s yours. Oh, we’re getting there,” he raises his voice, excited.
“Where are we going, Mister J?”
“To celebrate!”, he replies, grinning
his silver teeth at you. For some reason your mouth opens and you ask: “How old
are you, Mister J?”
“HA,HA,HA,HA!” his sinister laughter
resonates in the car. “How old do you think I am, baby doll?”
“Thirty…four?” you try to guess, but the
truth is you find it hard to estimate.
“Close enough,” the Joker smiles,
scrunching his face like he heard the cutest thing ever. “ I saw what you did
to that guy in the club,” he changes the subject and you get the hint.
“Well,” you say, licking your lips, “I
don’t like men to touch me without my permission.”
“I touched you,” he replies and you can’t
help but feel a bit of cockiness mixed with pride in his voice. “Does it mean I
have your permission?” His eyes widen, waiting for the answer.
MY FANTASY BABIES! I really should have drawn Elyle but he’s hard to draw. Maybe next time.
I’m just now getting around to writing out page 17 for them and their universe. I have a lot of the plot point introductions set up already and the bigger characters already shown so I’d say I’m off to a good start.
The ghost of John Muir accompanies every hiker through the High Sierra and, if you agree with Muir, a bond with nature that we all share. In his autobiographical book, My Boyhood and Youth,Muir claimedthat his passion for nature derived from a “natural inherited wildness in our blood,” which he believed exists in each of us. In this short piece, Stargazer touches on that shared connection between man and nature.
We will talk about Muir more in future entries including sharing some of his writing. Writing which has done much to shape our attitudes about nature and our responsibility to protect it.
By Albert “Stargazer” Wallace
My hike from Silver Pass to Tuolumne
Meadows in the back country of Yosemite was one of my most memorable sections
of the PCT. This is John Muir country. Muir was the 19th century
geologist and botanist that wrote about and documented the glacial origins of
Sierra Nevada mountain topography. His writings brought these mountains to life
and helped to establish them as one of the great natural treasures of America.
He was a founder of the Sierra Club and was its first president.
I camped across the valley from Mt.
Ritter and Banner Peak at the end of a 19-mile day and 3,200 feet of climbing
including Silver Pass. I had passed the Reds Meadows bus stop in the
morning. No ride to Mammoth Lakes for
me in order to keep to schedule and resupply at Tuolumne Meadows. It was a two day hike further north up the trail.
There was a box of food waiting there at the US Post Office.
Alpenglow on Banner Peak and the right Banner Peak
The night air was crisp and cold. I breathed effortlessly for so
high an elevation. My alarm was set for 5:00 am. It was summer solstice, June
22, and the longest day in the year. 5 am was very close to day break first
light. I was asleep by 8:30. My journey required a serious attention to detail,
a never ending focus on trail miles. It was a regimen that would make a 10th
Infantry Division army drill sergeant proud. This unit trained for fighting
enemy at high elevation during the Second World War. My pack weight was
equivalent to carrying an M-1 military rifle from World War II, ammunition and
other military issue high elevation gear and traveling on skis.
The camp site was high above the Middle
Fork of the San Joaquin River. The views to the west were breathtaking with the
ice covered peaks framing the scene. This is a mountain first summited by John
Muir in 1872. He wrote about his two day trek up the icy peak equipped with a
piece of bread and no equipment. My tent was on a bluff east of the San
Joaquin. Rising early I watched the rose colored glow on Ritter and Banner in
the morning daybreak sunrise and snapped a photo with my iPhone. John Muir
described a similar scene this way: “This was the alpenglow, to me one of the
most impressive of all the terrestrial manifestations of God.” This was an
adventurous hike through the most beautiful of nature’s gardens. My whole body
and being was continuously in awe of this wondrous paradise I was privileged to
I passed scenic
Thousand Island Lake which is the headwaters for the San Joaquin River Middle
Fork. It rests at the foot of Mt. Ritter. I lost the trail and hiked half mile
around the lake as if to count the thousand islands, caught my navigation
error, retraced my steps and was back on the trail to Island Pass. The trail led
me down to Rush Creek that feeds into salty Mono Lake. Then it was a 1,500 foot
climb to Donohue Pass the southern entrance to Yosemite National Park. I passed
down through ancient glacial moraines and snow fields on the north side of the
pass and into a beautiful tree lined graceful valley which holds the Lyell Fork
of the Tuolumne River. The Lyell Fork holds the most serene meanders. The river
seemed to be in no particular hurry. Watching the clear graceful meandering
flow, I became peaceful and serene.
This hike was like fire and ice:
endless work and military self discipline, overwhelming beauty and serenity
simultaneously. I walked in John Muir’s footsteps and experienced the alpenglow
sunrise. Muir understood the subliminal connection of man to nature.
How can you hold an image in your mind? To see To feel To touch To find yourself lost in the glittering illusion that gives credence to the parlance of emotion? You spell it out, Folding it Rolling it Wrapping it Tight, and tighter still about My cerebellum, until I can taste the flavor of ink that drips from the font of your pen. How can I offer thanks for the lover and friend that has thrown words into My face Slashing them Screaming them Impaling them Into the darkest parts of My measured mind, sliding them unaware under the door to taunt? Handing them out like candy to tease Me until I, in turn, answer in kind. To
fall into the vortex of languages spell, drifting along the hidden
currents that sparks wildfires in the core of creative intuition. Flung
high..battered and beaten against the walls that fight to hold you
down, and rebelling with each soul dripping splatter of venom that marks
your mouth. Or sent running over moon drenched meadows , silvers and gilded, laughing Crying Sighing Until
the words fade from the screen, only to find they have been left in
burning marks on the insight that was given, the window to a soul opened
for a tiny glance into dreams Given freely
“Often the hands will solve a mystery that the intellect has struggled with in vain.” ~Carl Jung
The lunar maiden sits under the mysterious veil of the Sign of Virgo, a crown of ivory lilies strung through silver hair, and a meadow filled with healing energy lights her way to selflessness.
Those born with the moon in Virgo are selfless, idealistic, tender, judgmental and insensitive. Many with this placement feel the nurturing energy in their life was analytical, harsh, health conscious, critical and pious or righteous in some way. Natives with this placement may feel that their feelings are frightening and the world is a place in need of healing, often leading to extreme martyrs putting themselves in situations where they must sacrifice something to help another, be it human or animal, they can be intellectual elitists, hypercritical, and powered by stress, which while motivating, it can be damaging. An obvious opposite to the Pisces go with the flow attitude.
Emotionally moon in Virgo has trouble expressing its deep need to feel loved and help others, The emotions for moon in Virgo are not structured or organized, but messy and filled with the need to serve, they crave an inner order, thus they may come off as cold and sad if it this can’t be met, when in all actuality this moon is extremely emotionally loving and giving. Moon in Virgo is very service and health centric and may naturally be drawn to health fields, be it science, alternative medicine, reiki or therapy, moon in Virgo deeply longs to heal. The best healers have the deepest wounds.
SS: It was great, making everypony smile. I even got to experiment a bit I think that was when I earned my mark. Meadow started helping, too, when I decided to stay ‘til close. He was the first to notice it.
Red velvet raspberry swirl. My first original recipe, and where it all fell into place. I owe Miss Romancedy a huge thank-you, I think.
And so ends Silver’s Cutie Mark Story! Yay! *blows noisemakers*
Working in the Vicinity of Narrative: Todd Hido and Darius Himes
Artist Todd Hido discusses his work and his latest monograph, Excerpts from Silver Meadows (Nazraeli, 2013), with gallerist, lecturer, writer and editor Darius Himes. Named for a street in the Ohio neighborhood where the artist grew up, Excerpts looks back on Hido’s upbringing and his dawning awareness of “the darker aspects of life beyond.