I’m really friendly so please talk to me. I love meeting new people, and I have a desire to improve my weaknesses. Please look at my alchemist card to figure out a little more about me and if you are interested here is a story I wrote.
Finally, I was set free after being trapped away by someone I thought was my friend it is once again my time to shine. And shining is what I do best. I admit that when I was here last I was a little out of control and out of my mind- but I am an artist. I live free. By any means. There are no boundaries and if feel like I need to wear my clothes a certain way and wear my hair pink then that is my right.
It’s funny though, when I was here last I was put in a cage because I loved to tag. Man, New York City was the place to be in the late 70’s and 80’s. Don’t let my birth date fool you. I am both older and younger than I look. Anyway, I used to tag up the building and the walls in the Bronx while B-boys did their dance to the base line laid down by DJs like GrandMaster Flash and Cool Herc. That was a time to be alive. When you art could get you arrested because society didn’t understand my creativity. I created the setting to the music that created the sound that brought forth the revolution.
And now I’m back. Where I’ve been is a story for another day. But What I have learned that much like when I left the country is run by a movie star that is looking to stop the revolution. I may not be able to create for long.
Hello my friends. I see we have all chosen to meet on this odd little planet, in the middle of the Milky Way Galaxy. What odd creatures these humans are! Many of them share characteristics with us, but they seem to be missing…something…I’ve yet to put my finger on what is missing. Of course, some of us have horns and scales, but it’s more than that– they’re missing a certain….spark?
A spark, yes, that it’s! We alchemists, we have the spark! Here on earth these people have science, chemistry (something that is not unlike our own art), but many of them lack wonder. They have such wonderful inventions in their hands, and yet they do not wonder. While some of us believe in a magic of sorts, others believe in the magic of the mundane. These humans, they look at the medicines they have, the technology they use, and they are not amazed. What is more magical, more alchemical, then the transformations of everyday life! They have machines that connect them to a global web– I am told it is called the internet, and yet they still think they have such little power, such little influence. How far they are from the truth!
My name, friends, is Avicia– taken from the word Avis. In my language, not unlike your ancient language, “Latin,” it means bird. I love the symbol of the bird, flying and free— my animal sidekick is a phoenix, his name is Ardashir and he is my faithful companion.
As you may see above in my Alchemist card, I am an Artist. You may have heard artists described as those whose work seeks to capture attention, provide commentary, and provoke emotion about the world around them, and this is how I like my work to speak. I like to weave together words in search of truth, to break down meaning and, above all, to seek justice through kindness. I believe that greatest stories we tell are in relation to one another: the connections we make, the lives we enhance, the people we draw up to walk beside us. I believe in the connection of community, and the pen (or, as this world has, the “keyboard”) as power.
As for my skills I am, above all, a writer. Writing is the strongest of my skills although I have found that this skill ties in well with what the humans call “digital media.” Rebeg Maestro and M. Prophetissima have introduced us all to Twitter and “blogs,” such as this, and I believe I have found my way around these quite well. Due to this, “Writer” and “Social” are my two strengths.
As for my weaknesses, I am afraid I struggle and must “Grow” in working with visual and audio mediums. My alchemical skills have failed me in my attempts, and I must learn more. I must say, however, I love what the humans call “memes.” How do you say this word? Is it “Me-me”? I am so unused to all of this…
My dear friends, I am excited to meet the rest of you. For now, goodbye. See you on “Twitter.”
privyet! you can all me Ketsunya— nothing more, nothing less, da?
you all don’t need to know where i’m from, just know i work in a humble little lab with my cat. she’s very curious, maybe will pop up from time to time— serves a lot of my inspiration and sheds a lot. i’ll find a black hair or two occasionally even in my thoughts. she also does not like limes, funny enough, which i find to be the perfect ingredient in a lot of the— how do you say— work, i do. nyu ladno.
i love to write and create, da, but i also love to reimagine art and ideas. mixing different things together to make something new, a fresh vision (remember, add that pinch of lime juice for that edge!). i’m not the best at communicating, but i will try— at least, try through universal tongue of #arganee and art (＾• ω •＾)
for any of my curious alchemists, this is only other thing i will disclose:
this is all for now, comrades! xaxaxa, follow and talk to me here. until next time, dasvedanya!
I have much smiling and much shivering this week, but the shivering is not from snow-cold. Truth: the sky and ground have nature-warmth of much pleasure! Many colors (yellow, green, white, pink) from newborn plant-dress. The shivering is from excited and still-fear. New Garden Territory is not-same to Arganee. Many humans. Much bright-noise and machines on long flat blend-rock. Humans in New Garden Territory do not have as much growl-teeth to chimeras. Instead, they make growl-teeth and hate-roar to each other! Very not-same to Arganee! Not species-fight, but race-, affinity-, circumstance-, know-, value-fight. No wonder we have sick-scales and wobble-order in Arganee. So strange!
I have now human friend in New Garden Territory! Truth: reality-solid although probable-small. Friend helps with wander-right and act-safe. Also with click-write and “Internet.” Friend makes hear-words and type-words smoother than me, so equal-changes my type-words sometimes, like in Internet-doing, Cooking with Anger. Here at “blog” and at “Twitter” I write with self only. Many remorse for language-frown. English is new; Chimera language is very, VERY not-same.
At Cooking with Anger, Friend and I click-wrote story about tragedy human with strange job! He is Bolivia “cebrita”! Read on Bolivia cebritas here: https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2017/03/zebras-in-the-streets/513836/
Addition-make to smiling in New Garden Territory is tea. So much tea! All full-good! Not-same colors and flavors from Arganee. I have object-embrace with tea for duration-live, but New Garden Territory tea is top-best. At Twitter, I have wish to make type-words and light-draw about tea.
My name is Avicenna Alrazi, but my friends call me Avi. I am from Одинцовский район, Россия which is a beautiful place in Russia. Here, you can see my home below!
My English is not so good so please, how you say, bear it with me as you read on. I am a Performer, and my specific skill sets are: Visual: 3, Writer: 7, Social: 2, Audio: 8. To be a performer is something new to me. I found my passion through a twisted turn of events! You see, there were to many artists in my family. My 13 brothers and sisters all wanted to be artists growing up. I aspired to be one as well. One day, the president enforced a new law, claiming there could only be 3 people in each class in every family. If we were found to have more than the law said, our family would be killed. So, in order to save my family I was one of the several who had to switch their class. In doing so, I found what I truly love to do.
My profile card can be seen here:
A performer is said to have the following traits: A performer Is not strictly an entertainer, though they are popular– the Performer brings ideas, stories to life in a way everyone can appreciate and understand. They deeply understand what moves people, what makes them react. The performer extends immense amounts of energy on communicating, so much that they may have trouble relaxing. In fact, there are no reports of relaxing performers. What the do takes place not only in public performance spaces, but also online, in small groups, in writing. Performing is very effusive communicating. They often struggle with their own existence when they deeply take on other characters. I have found that sharing stories with others in a new medium has helped me grow as an individual and I am glad life took me down this path.
Not only do I enjoy performing but I have other hobbies as well. One of newer hobbies is observing. I like to watch how other people go about their day. The problems that individual has faced can sometimes be noted on their brow, or in the way they bite at their frayed and nubby fingernails. I take these observations and I learn new ways of performing to tell their story…It sounds odd, but trust me. It’s a perfect technique. I also have always and will always love to read. Books are a way to help me escape when the shadows of Russia become a desolate prison. You can also find me on Twitter from time to time. You can find my page here: https://twitter.com/AvicennaAlraz. I often wonder about other Alchemists like myself. Do they too go through periods of feeling trapped and slaved to this world as well? Or am I in this alone? To be a performer can be a daunting task and sometimes I feel the stress of life clawing at me. I sometimes don’t remember who I am, or who I’d like to be. I take on the multiple masks of my stories and I bring the words to life off of the page. To take on those faces can be an exhausting job, so I commend any like me who struggle. Some advice to those who feel life as I do: Do not give up.
Be kinder. Love Longer. Dream Unconditionally.
Old Rebeg is in the kitchen right with you for the Cooking with Anger NetProv running this week.
This was the basket I got. Ugh.
1/2 dollop of optimism
1/4 whisper of compassion
I let it sit for a while. Around lunch I really had a desire for guacamole, which had nothing to do with my basket but got me thinking of a character. It kind of fit together with the memory of the old hand cranked beater my Mom used in her kitchen.
I got my story written and was pretty happy with it’s shape fitting in under 500 words.. until I went to the site and saw the “dishes” had to be 300 words or less! I took a lot of knife cuts to get it down under 300.
While it’s published over at CWA, here it is again.
She sashayed by my porch like a stray cat.
“What are you reading, Johnny Cake?”
While our social circles lacked overlap, Laurita Escobar knew me, the most vanilla kid at Sudbrook. No one, teachers, parents called me anything but “Jonathan”, except Laurita.
Bored, curious, maybe she saw? Why a popilar girl wanted to know about my comics, listened to me blab about purity of Superman even when cool kids like Alec Caputo sidled by, looking at us like we were birds to shoot.
Laurita’s interest was real as her raucous laughter. She teased me for failing the “r” in her name, that I called her “gatolito”, sternly wagging her finger… “gatito!”
Consider her my first girlfriend. She read me Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer poems, had me sit with her abuela making tamales, taught me to squeeze fresh lime in tacos, how to find Orion’s Belt.
When Laurita asked me to cook, those eyes squinted when I suggested oatmeal. Epitaphs about “gringo gruel.” But in the morning she was at the door.
Dull oatmeal. But I had my mother’s secret- milk, lots of butter, churned with the old hand cranked egg beater, soft purring of worn metal gears. It’s green chipped paint handle came with my grandmother on the boat.
Oatmeal had a fluid smoothness that even left Laurita wordless.
It never officially ended. Last I saw her she was hanging onto Alec Caputo’s waist on his Honda Nighthawk.
Hungry after a writer’s conference in Omaha, I find a place called “Lauritas” Through the kitchen door, I hear laughter, soft purring of a utensil.
The waitress boasts of their smooth blended secret recipe posole. It’s fluid smoothness left me wordless.
I leave satisfied, thoughts of the gatito who not only stole my heart but also pickpocketed my grandmother’s egg beater.
And here is a bit of a behind the scenes video, and the debris left from making the guacamole (which was pretty darn good)
What’s in your dish?
What is there to say in this space? I’m just hanging out in the paddock and chewing my cud. Other things are interrupting this tranquil scene. I can choose to leave or stay.
Welcome alchemists. We have been waiting your arrival. And we are poised to make some magic in these next few weeks. We will make new stories, new pictures, new rhythms, new poems, new friends. We will make new puzzles and solve them together.
Did you know, Opposites attract. And likes repel. These two fundamental principles of charge interactions are at the heart of our wellness-crisis in #Arganee.
…For I am a sentient being who craves the pleasant results of Structure and Order. …But alas, my partner Rebeg revels in Chaos.
Order, sometimes called Law, is associated with civilization, authority, rules, protection, the status quo, tradition, and, when stretched to its extreme, mindless obedience to the law. Chaos is associated with change, tricksters, free will, creativity, individualism, and, to the extreme, madness, savagery, solipsism, and selfish overindulgence.
Help us formulate our balance here in #arganee. Yes, we need to find a magical blend of these impulses in order to heal #arganee. Your own alchemy, your transmutations, will certainly enlighten us.