send-offs, regret-wallowing, book-keeping

besides cynthia alexander's migration to the u.s because of 'lack of support,' another ribcage-devastating news was confirmed through dear comradely wastol, xl. the former, however, is more bearable than the latter--as, with a couple of friends, i went to one of the send off gigs, the one at 19 east, with, uhm abby clutario (see stick.com's feature here) of fuseboxx fame and humanfolk and other prominent musicians. the latter is, well, i don't know. hoping to publicly release a sigh about it soon. at the moment, what i am pertaining to is still in progress. *restrain further disclosure*

besides these ribcage-devastating news is another ribcage-devastating goodbye, but this one just needs a little adjustment and everything shall be fine: i have to leave my, uhm, sort of, little library behind and, of course, visit it from time to time. in my case, this is another time and space problem: too many books, too little (reading) time and, let me add, too little (shelf) space dilemma. sorting things out, organizing what goes where with the hows and the whys are headache-inducing these days. no further details after the cut. just photos. of books. and shelves.

[btw, salamat, lyza for for delivering these *tears*]

return call for cthulhu

it has been a very long while since i have posted lovecraft related matters that this blog should have been posting in as often a time as possible. so, here, i have reaffirmed my commitment to the great cthulhu, for all the universes to see: