Macabre

I love a healthy dose of the macabre--something this amazing video by the Kills (Alison Mosshart is my hero) illustrates quite nicely, I think. I adore dark poems by Poe and Browning and suspenseful stories, but almost in a 1940s gumshoe kind of way. It's such a strange mix, vacillating between Joan Jett's edgy sex kitten to a vampy femme fatale a la Marlene Dietrich. All this being said, I don't think I'm quite cool enough to make it work, or at least, I haven't figured out how to mix the 70s rock vibe, indie fashion-esque thing I'm rocking. I either go totally metal (which I don't want to do, because I don't look good in it, and I don't like metal music, besides).

Life has been rather dull and boring, beyond the acquisition of my new and most lovely macbook!! It's white and shiny, and lovely, and works like an absolute charm--which is such a nice change from my last computer!! I've been scouring the internet for inspirational pictures of all kinds; architecture, fashion, people, places, interior design. I want my life to be more creative than it's been and to really place my finger on the pulse of what I hold most dear. We'll see how that goes.

Other than that, I'm attempting to name my new computer (she's a girl!). Any thoughts?

The Grey sea and the long black land;
and the yellow half-moon large and low;
and the startled little waves that leap
in fiery ringlets from their sleep,
As I gain the cove with pushing prow,
And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;
Three fields to cross til a farm appears;
A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch
and blue spurt of a lighted match,
And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,
than two hearts beating each to each!

~Meeting at Night by Robert Browning