S. Elizabeth

Friday night stuff & things

Still on slinging my spooky, weird gently used books over on Pango and I just did a little shop update! 📚 pangobooks.com/bookstore/gh...

Image art: Rien Poortvliet

Scent of the day: Meo Fusciuni Last Season. Gnome lore rafter rot, mycelium threads through soil and small creatures conduct their what-have-you under stones. Turn over a log, and there is a damp organic exhale, smoke absorbed into whorled bark and cool moss, and the soft bodies of things.

Art: Léon Spilliaert, Vertigo

The question of "what advice would you give your younger self" frequently floats around here. Sometimes it's sincere, sometimes it's corny engagement bait.

Mine is this: If They’re Not On Your Level, Don’t Fuck With Them
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From the Unquiet Things archives… The Call of the Wild is Coming From Inside the Wunderkammer: The Teeming, Tumbling, Tangled Cosmos Of Madeline von Foerster.
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It is painfully humbling learning a new thing, but I continue with my little flowers:

At Unquiet Things: @nonalimmen.bsky.social builds entire worlds from trembling, tenebrous material and inhabits them with indefatigable devotion, her photographs arriving like transmissions from memory or dream, impossible to recount and equally impossible to forget unquietthings.com/dispatches-f...

an early spring haiku

thanks azaleas
your aggressive blossoming
brought me some bee butts

Also here is my fog:

AND AND AND I just found the author on Instagram and saw that my favorite comic artist and my favorite photographer both follow him, so I find that to be a very good sign!

I am only a few chapters in and it’s ticking all my boxes! The tone and writing style, the sibling dynamics on top of kids with niche interests who think they’re better and cleverer than everyone! And this point the supernatural aspect (as yet to be determined!) is just icing on the cake…!

It is an eerie, foggy morning and I just just begun reading a fantastic book.

An interview wherein I ruminate and ramble on kinds of things: goth subculture, symbolist and fin-de-siècle art, occult philosophy, the threads connecting all of it, and all the ways I both relate to these worlds and also maybe do not. aulos.es/la-trilogia-...

I finally got ahold of this photo from my teensy tiny wedding four years ago. I love it a lot. I love us a lot 🖤

A ghoul does The Thing.

My February Trinkets & Treasures newsletter has gone out a few days early! Lots of favorite things and new discoveries! And this month’s featured artist…is me!

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I can’t really explain it but this pretty much represents the two sides of my brain

Generative AI could never.

Let’s say you and your person have a weekend ritual of spending the mornings slow and soft and easy, sipping coffee and reading books and listening to records. It’s the early hours, so you don’t want anything too jaunty or jangly, anxious, or aggressive. What are you listening to?

Is there a German word for how it sucks but also how it’s kind of awesome when you realize you’re a big dumb idiot corny cliché? I spent so much time worrying about being good at something that it never even occurred to me that I’m just supposed to be having a good time. 😎

Oh, ugh!! *barfs*

every time I hear someone use the word “scrumptious” my heart pukes directly into the mouth of my soul

Thank you!! When we realized we missed it we were like “good lord we are so bad at this 🤣”

Yesterday was the four year anniversary of the day I married that cutie I met in community college Japanese class in 2001. And we both totally forgot the day, le whoopsie! Classic us!

Fantastical wedding depiction by Becky Munich

Scent of the day: Pigmentarium Murmur is a Lynchian vacuum and void. A hollow plastic doll head, a pale rose like makeup dust on porcelain, and soft and creaky old floors in old houses. These notes exist together, but separately, dreamlit portraits at suspended intervals, vacant vignettes.

OKAY GONNA NEED THIS ALBUM

Friends, I have acquired the best, most awesomest planner.

Sotd: Diptyque Eau Duelle rustles like a susurrus of sighs through the reeds. Dry vanilla, grassy and herbaceous, swaying, shifting, restless. A humming of place, a hollow wind. Silvered marsh lights, bizarre fancies. Vanilla as uncanny antagonist of the nature trail, the weird tale the willows tell