Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Another Catch-Up Post!

Haven't blogged on here since early July of last year. Since then, I've done a lot, and so there are some websites I need to update for you:

twitter: twitter.com/hsparry
tarot blog: www.tarotbyhilary.com/blog/
facebook: facebook.com/tarotbyhilary
official website: tarotbyhilary.com
Tarot by Hilary on Google+:

My blogging focus has been centered on my tarot blog, so you might want to go check that out and catch up (if you haven't done so already).

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

That Damn Tarot Apprentice

I warned you people that I was notoriously bad about blogging on here. Since starting my tarot blog, it has only gotten worse. So if you want new content, you're best served to check it out over there. New content is posted every Wednesday. However, if you're not a tarot lover, it probably won't be your cup of tea.

In my previous catch-up post (see here) I talked about participating in the Tarot Apprentice contest. I'm sure there are those of you still waiting with baited breath to know the results, right? ;)

Yes, I won. I AM the Tarot Apprentice. And boy, have I been getting my little tarot ass kicked, in all the best possible ways. So if you want to know all the tarot-y things I've been doing lately, go to the following places:

twitter.com/hsparry
tarotspell.blogspot.com
facebook.com/tarotbyhilary
tarotbyhilary.com [goes LIVE on Sept. 23]

See? I told you I've been a busy girl.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Review of The Devil, the Lovers, and Me

The Devil, the Lovers, and Me: My Life in TarotThe Devil, the Lovers, and Me: My Life in Tarot by Kimberlee Auerbach

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


I had started reading Kimberlee Auerbach's writing on thenervousbreakdown.com, so when I found out she wrote a book, especially through tarot (I'm a tarot reader) I was intrigued. My intrigue waited for several years.



Through the magic of kindle, I obtained this book. I read it in two days. Some parts of it are cringe-worthy (and rightly so) but I felt myself empathizing with Kimberlee and rooting for her through her many situations, such as "How long do I have to wait before he pops the question? Should I give up hope?", competing for the attention of a parent, being a parent to your parent instead of the kid, and the realizations that occur when you realize your parents are human after all.



A quick but satisfying read.



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Friday, April 15, 2011

Damage Control for Intolerance

So, Harvard allows anti-witch rallies? Great. Well, here are some tips (if you happen to be a pagan, new ager, or open-minded human being) to combat ignorance from Courtney Weber (reposted with her permission):

Here are a few ideas you are free to ignore, but I encourage you to consider:

Don't point fingers, as in blaming the decent Christian guy next door who has always been nice to you for the crap pulled by these fuckers. Blame the action. Blame the mentality. Blame the individuals involved. Don't blame the religion and its affiliates.


Do
be an out Pagan, if you are in a part of the country where it is safe to be one. Be a good neighbor, a good co-worker. Buy the Girlscout cookies and wear the Pentacle while you do it. Make a good impression on the person next to you, and maybe they'll take in of their own accord to educate their ignorant relatives at Thanksgiving about the Nice Pagan Lady at the office or on the block.

Don't be weird and secretive. Hiding your practices and acting shady when people ask you questions makes you think you have reason to hide what you do. Of course, keep personal matters of your group private, but be open to answering questions about your practices. Maybe they'll still think you're weird. But at least they won't think you drink blood of virgin kittens or some shit like that.

Do invite people of other faiths to your open gatherings. Help make them feel at home. Explain what's going on and do your best to show them a good time. There's a good chance they'll go back to their own communities or congregations and say, "Hey! Pagans are nice and throw a good party!"

Don't use social networking sites or blogs to announce your plans to curse the idiot who pissed you off in gym class. You sound like an idiot and you don't scare anyone. What you have succeeded in doing is in making the rest of us look bad.

Do use social networking and blogs to talk about your spiritual beliefs and your community building endeavors. Particularly if you are in an area where it isn't safe to be an open Pagan, this is a great way to help educate others in a safe format.

Don't alienate yourself either within your own Pagan community, or even just within your own self. Find friends and build bridges with other communities who share the same goals that you have.

Do be aware of religious persecution, but don't be paranoid. It ruins your own life. As my mom likes to say, "Don't give out free rent in your head."

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Catch-Up Post

I'm notoriously bad at keeping a blog going on a steady chronological basis. Forgive me.

Usually when I get behind in blogging, I review my last post in case I promised to post about something in the future and don't. In this case, the link to my review of Tarot of the Boroughs is here on my tarot blog. All things tarot-related are on my tarot blog. I am going to update it shortly with the following news:

I am entered in a contest called the Tarot Apprentice. The first challenge of this competition kicked off yesterday. To follow my progress in this contest, go to The Tarot Lady's blog (blog.thetarotlady.com). For guidelines of the competition, they're here.

I am extremely excited about this opportunity! So, once again, this blog may suffer from lack of updates, but for a good reason this time and not just because I'm lazy.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Reload the Coffee; I'm Going to Blog!

It is a blog! Yes, only ten days have elapsed since my last blog! This shows Progress! I am maturing already! (until I abandon all hopes of posting in a consistent manner, like I usually do)

But FIRST! More coffee! Hrm. A line has formed in my local coffeehouse in the time it took me to write about maturity and consistency. I sense an evil pattern afoot, a plot to deprive me of my caffeine because I am already hyper enough from the first coffee of the day. Perhaps... I should get this coffee to-go. In the hopes of going home and doing some cleaning to take advantage of the overcaffeination. Is that a word? I guess it is now.

----the above was written at around 2pm today in the throes of caffeine-induced frenzy----

Tonight I cleaned out my ears with a cotton swab and ended up poking my right eardrum. The pain was terrifying, and I'm still shaken hours after the incident.

In other news... well, there's not much else to report. I'm in the midst of writing a review of the Tarot of the Boroughs deck for my tarot blog, which I will post there by the end of the month (in all probability).

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The solution to everything...

... is always chocolate. Sometimes alcohol. Sometimes both combined in a delicate and beautiful combination known as chocolate liqueurs.

When I was a girl (I'd say around five or so) my mother received a Christmas/Holiday gift from someone: a little miniature wine case with little chocolates shaped as wine bottles (something like this, though the crate my mother received contained way more than eight mini-bottles). Each metallic wrapper bore the brand name of a different alcoholic product. One was peach schnapps. One was jet-black with the Jack Daniels brand on it. Each looked enticing. It was candy. Candy couldn't be bad, no way, no how.

I knew it was my mother's present, not mine. But the covetous thought of chocolates that did not belong to me was too great a temptation to ignore.

While my mother was in her bedroom, I sat quietly on the floor in the corner of the living room, unwrapping the little bottles from their crinkly prisons, biting the tops of the chocolate bottles, drinking the surprisingly potent and yummy liquid therein, and then shoving the devoid remains into my mouth. I disposed of the wrappers by hiding them underneath the sofa, one at a time.

When I came to the end of my devious excursion, I was left with a tiny crate. The empty crate was a strong reminder of the wrongness of what I had just done. 64 empty squares stared up at me in accusation.

After pondering my guilt for a brief moment, I placed the empty crate underneath the sofa as well.

I don't know how long this process took. It could have been as little as fifteen minutes. It could have been as long as an hour and a half. But, knowing that my mother would not leave me alone for so long, especially when I was so quiet, it was probably a lesser amount of time rather than a longer amount. Either way, she had some inkling that if it was too quiet, I was probably Up To Something.

She came out into the living room and looked at me suspiciously. By this time, I was sitting on the couch watching cartoons, wondering why the room was spinning like a top. Since she saw no evidence of tomfoolery, and since me watching cartoons looking like I was drunk was a normal occurrence, she went back into her room.

I thought I had gotten away with it... until later that night when she went to find the mini-crate and it was missing. That and me puking up something that smelled like rum and dark chocolate.

The End

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Another book review

Soulless (The Parasol Protectorate, #1)Soulless by Gail Carriger

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


I'll admit, I was a little disappointed when I started reading Soulless, but it really does pick up after the first few chapters. Her way of writing throws you for a loop at first, but stick with it and you'll get used to it in a way that doesn't translate into boredom.



I'll call this book charming, quaint, dirty, and completely satisfying. Alexia Tarabotti's adventures (or misadventures, as the case usually is) do not fail to keep you reading. I will be reading the next two books in this trilogy like devouring candy.



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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

L-O-V-E

When I was driving home from work today, I thought about someone that I was formerly obsessed with who is no longer in my life now. I wondered, What could I have done to prevent that situation? The truth is: Nothing.

When someone tells you they love you, and then if and when you come to the same realization only to find their love for you was only passing fancy, what happens? Obsession.

I couldn't fathom it. How could this have been someone that I thought would always be in my life, no matter what happened? And how could he just suddenly not feel the same, and then disappear out of my life?

I've come to realize that we were on two wavelengths: he went after me purely out of curiosity and unconcerned as to the damage he might incur to our friendship, and I went after him thinking he would be my soul mate and the risk would be worth it. I was really foolish and naive. I opened myself up to someone I deemed worthy, and I was wrong. I never thought I was a "I can fix him" kind of girl, but that was another symptom of the obsession. I hope I know better now. I don't think it's a misplaced hope, but life's road stretches out before me, and I know there's more mistakes to be made and lessons to learn. I hope I don't have to learn that one again.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

A very conscious decision

Hello again, all.

I have removed my Nanowrimo word counter from this page, because I have decided not to do Nanowrimo this year. I am still absolutely in support of everyone that attempts the monumental undertaking of writing a novel in one month's time, but I know that I will not be able to do it this year.

A couple of reasons:

1) It's time to get serious about this religion business. Not because I am a serious person, not because my particular religion is so solemn, but because of my attitude towards it. I have been a practicing Pagan since eighteen years old, with quotes around the "practicing" part. I feel very much I've been talking the talk and not walking the walk, and I'm focused on changing that. And yes, Nano is only for the month of November, but Nano is to the detriment of everything else I want to continue to do throughout this month.

2) The boy has not read my successful attempt at Nano yet. He started, but hasn't finished, and that successful attempt happened two years ago. Since he was the motivating factor for my completion of Nano, and since he was inspiration for one of the characters, I feel very unmotivated about this whole Nano endeavor knowing that he hasn't read my successful novel. I know that that shouldn't be the point of Nano, but I still feel the lack of motivation.

3) Any writing I do this month will very much be of the nonfiction variety, mostly having to do with my burgeoning attempts at codifying my beliefs into words. Nano is decidedly all about fiction pursuits.

Please, if anyone reads this, do not be dissuaded by my lack of motivation if you're thinking about attempting NaNoWriMo. There is no feeling quite like winning Nano.

For more info on NaNoWriMo, go to nanowrimo.org.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Book of Shadows

Book of Shadows: A Modern Woman's Journey into the Wisdom of Witchcraft and the Magic of the GoddessBook of Shadows: A Modern Woman's Journey into the Wisdom of Witchcraft and the Magic of the Goddess by Phyllis Curott

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


On second reading of this book, I realized that my life now is mirroring the author's, with the whole "Persephone's descent into the Underworld" theme. All that glitters most certainly is not gold, and the thing of true value in this world are our spirits.

An amazing book, and highly recommended for those people still seeking out their own form of spirituality.



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Thursday, September 16, 2010

unfounded fears of a tarot reader, strangeness, and other stuff

The Tarot of the Boroughs launch party went fabulously well, and though I only got to do short readings for four people, the night was most certainly not wasted! And my boyfriend bought the Tarot of the Boroughs deck, so I was both proud and pleased.

It always amuses me the types of people that are attracted to readers of any kind. There really are some weirdos out there, and I certainly wasn't spared from that at the launch party, because one of them sat at my table. He was a very strange guy that gave off that "not quite there" vibe. But, since he sat at my table, I had to read for him. I think the reading went fine and I was accurate, but I wouldn't know since I never remember what I say to people during readings; the info's for them and not for me, that's why I don't retain it. Dave (my boyfriend) told me later on that the strange guy had spoken to him earlier, asking him the reason why he had attended the event, and Dave had pointed over to me at my table and said, "My girlfriend's doing readings." So, in a way, I sort of had a bouncer for the event. But sure enough, as soon as Dave wasn't in the room, said strange guy (who had been hovering around my table) went ahead and sat down.

I suppose there's various levels of weirdness. I consider myself a little strange, as well as most of the people I get along with. A little weird is a good thing, I feel. And then there are the people that give off that strange vibe that have what I like to call "crazy eye". You've seen it before, I'm sure. Try looking for it the next time you see a mugshot of a cult leader or something like that. I swear that this guy I read for had it. I would have preferred walking over hot coals than read for him. I felt my spirit pulling back away from the table, and just wanted to crawl into a small part of myself and stay there. So I read for him, and I remember him nodding, and leaning in to hear what I had to say, but leaning in toward me too much. Very uncomfortable!

Other than that, it was a great event and I had a good time.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Confessions of a Nervous Tarot Reader

I figured it's more appropriate to post this on my personal blog more so than my tarot blog. Tarot blog = trying to give off the appearance of a "professional". Personal blog = somehow okay to admit that sometimes I'm scared shitless of giving strangers readings.

I will be doing my tarot thing at the Tarot of the Boroughs launch party tomorrow from 8-9:30pm at the Bowery Poetry Club. For more information, go to my tarot blog (tarotspell.blogspot.com).

And now for the whining, "I suck" portion of my post. I am very nervous about reading at this event, because I will be reading with the deck Tarot of the Boroughs, which I just received on Monday. I will be bringing my default deck (The Llewellyn Tarot) with me as a backup. However, since this is the launch party for TOB, the emphasis is on the new deck. My thoughts run as follows: "I'm nervous; what if I'm not accurate?; I shouldn't be using my default deck as a crutch; etc."

No more time to think about it. Might as well not be nervous, because I already said I'd do it! ARgh!

Monday, July 26, 2010

American Gods

American GodsAmerican Gods by Neil Gaiman

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


I'm not going to litter this review with spoilers... suffice it to say, though it is written by Gaiman, I can understand why fans of his might not have liked this book. Its themes are vast, deep, and sometimes overwhelming. I'll need to process this one for the rest of my lifetime, but I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.

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Sunday, July 18, 2010

awfully long time between posts

It's my own fault for not writing in so long. Something always comes up that I deem more important than my writing, when really it is the most important thing to me. It's what keeps me sane most of the time... so I shouldn't be at all surprised that I've been flying off the handle more and more lately, since I don't have my "writing safety valve" in place.

I am angry at myself. I implemented an exercise and diet program for myself, and have let it go when I was doing so well. I had been working out at least three times a week for 45 minutes each time for over a month. I think it's been about three weeks since I worked out. I'm disappointed in myself. Typical Aries: all bluster and fire and drive at the start of something, and then fizzles out after a while, or gets easily bored with the whole thing.

Maybe the Universe has been trying to send out signals to me lately, and I've been stubbornly refusing to see them. I haven't had an e-mail request for a tarot reading in a very long time (not since March/April). This is not counting people I know and/or work with. I swapped readings recently, and my reading said that I'm going about things the wrong way... or perhaps not the wrong way, but a roundabout way. I use tarot cards to access my intuition, when maybe I should be cutting out the middleman (the cards) and just read for someone. This is a very scary thing for me. I always have anxiety about that. I've taken classes in intuition before at the Open Center (yes, there are classes in psychic development if you know where to look), and I asked a few people to be my guinea pigs when doing readings w/o cards. Was I accurate? Yes. Did it take a while for my predictions to be verified? Yes. It's that kind of waiting that I can't stand! I'm all about the instant gratification (another Aries trait). When I should just be happy that I'm of service to people, I'm not... it's never enough.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Idiots being idiots again

One little tweet from Neil Gaiman, and I found out about this. Can all this madness please stop? I feel like this is just a page out of the haters-being-haters playbook. JK Rowling wrote an incredibly satisfying seven-book series that captured the imaginations of both children AND adults, and I don't think I'm exaggerating that she is one of the reasons that being a bookworm is "cool" again.

Now then. I'm going to use a quote from the article that absolutely sums up the crux of what I feel on the subject. "Non-writers think it’s the ideas, rather than the execution, that make a book. They’ve got that backward." It is one thing to get an idea. Ideas are easy things. Everyone has ideas. However, they're slippery little suckers. Because putting your ideas to paper and having them make sense is the most difficult part. It's part of the reason that keeps me employed as a copy editor. It's a big reason why I hit road blocks in my writing, such as the very common "writer's block". It's not a lack of ideas... it's being at a loss as to how to go about getting the idea to the page and have it come off as how you imagined it in your head.

If I was a stupid person willing to sue for plagiarism, here is one of my own ideas that I have turned my pen to, and the corresponding work/tv show/movie/book/etc. that I would sue (but I wouldn't, because damnit, the execution is the key and not the idea!):

My work: Aphrodite's Daughter (about a matchmaker that finds out she's the unwitting daughter of Aphrodite)
Corresponding work that I feel (and others have felt) are similar to my work:
• Valentine (American TV series... albeit quite short-lived)
• Percy Jackson and the Olympians (book series and soon-to-be movie series... in which a boy realizes he's Poseidon's son... I think, I haven't read the books yet, but my friend's son has)
• Should I also sue all greek and roman myths as well, for using a pantheon as a basis for my story, or should I be sued for using them?
• Should Neil Gaiman (author of American Gods and Anansi Boys) in turn sue me, because I used the idea of someone being a child of a god (Anansi Boys) in my work?

Let's be clear here in where the ideas came from (in case anyone tries for the "I read or saw something else and then wrote" defense). Valentine came out over a year after I wrote Aphrodite's Daughter, and all I did was see it on the TV, laugh, and call up my friend Lorraine and say "Do you recognize this idea from somewhere else?" Percy Jackson and the Olympians, I had no idea existed until this fall when my friend's son was describing the latest book to me after he had finished reading it. And for good measure, I wrote Aphrodite's Daughter perhaps a year before I read Anansi Boys.

In short, I feel like this case against JK Rowling is equivalent to someone suing McDonald's for burning themselves for their coffee being too hot. Sadly, we've seen how THOSE lawsuits went. I just pray and hope that THIS lawsuit is seen for the disgusting money-grubbing ploy that it is.

*dismounts high-horse and goes back to bed*

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

hidden delights

I am in love with leafcutter designs. I now own a block stamp and tags, touting "home grown" on them, a call to get back to handmade... just make something! Create!

Once I find my ink pad in all of my mess, I'm going to stamp "home grown" on the back of this (Yes, I made it):


Squeeness. And I'm taking a vacation day from my dayjob and going to Philly with Jackie to attend a trade show and buy more pretty things for the store. So excited.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

quickie

My macbook is half naked. What I mean by this is that I have a hard case surrounding my macbook, and right now it's going bottomless. Sans pants. I was having some problems with it developing "condensation" in between the hard case and the actual computer case, leaving wetness in between, around where the screw for opening the battery is. I'm testing out leaving off the bottom so it doesn't have the chance to form this "condensation". I brought it to the Apple store a couple of days ago, and the genius there said there was nothing wrong with it, so I'm trying not to worry.

Anyway, looking forward to a few things in my life right now, and none of them includes work. I am looking forward to attending a trade show for the store tomorrow and finding some goodies, going to my favorite restaurant afterward, and then next weekend attending another tarot workshop, this time focused on love readings. It also falls on my friend's birthday, who is also attending the tarot workshop.

Since I am still in my jammies, I think it's high time I get out of them, hop in the shower, and actually start my day at 4p.m.! Gosh, I love Saturdays.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Waiting for Inspiration to Strike

Here I sit over at the boyfriend's house, using my macbook to try to write. It's not working. Instead of writing, I've been playing games on pogo.com, while watching the Ravens/Patriots game. That game has since ended (with the Patriots losing! Yay!), and now I'm on to watching the Packers/Cardinals game. I'm not rooting for either team. So now the Jets move on to play the Chargers next Sunday, which will be interesting.

Tomorrow I will be ice-skating with the Temple of Craft ladies at Bryant Park. Either that or drinking at Bryant Park and watching everyone else skate. Problem with that though is that I've been asked to teach everyone to skate backward (since I know how to). Since I haven't gone ice-skating in over ten years, I probably will be falling all over the ice like a rookie.

My battery like is at 23 minutes left, so I'm going to finish this up and turn my macbook off. I have accomplished nothing this weekend. And frankly, I'm unconcerned by that!

Thursday, December 31, 2009

At 5am, tv becomes a mental wasteland

If I watch one more informercial, I'll scream. You know things are low when you watch the Girls Gone Wild informercial and try to calculate the total gross IQ of all the girls featured. Ain't pretty.

The only product that I know that is still advertised in an informercial style that I know works is Bare Minerals, because I bought it through Sephora. Bare Minerals pretty effectively turned me into the makeup junkie that I am today.

The reason that I'm up is that I fell asleep on the couch again soon after arriving home from Bryant Park. Mum and I went to lunch at Celsius, watched the ice skaters, basked under the heat lamp at our table outside, and then walked around and browsed at the kiosks there. We took a brisk walk over to the tree at Rockefeller Center (even after I warned her that it would be very busy there), stayed for five minutes (at most) because indeed, it was crowded there, and then walked back to Grand Central to catch the train home.

When we got home, I promptly fell asleep on the couch (around 7:30) and woke up at 2:30am... it's now nearly 6am. Will I fall back asleep again? Probably not, since I got a full night's sleep already. I've got my macbook on my lap in bed, and will shortly shut it off to try to sleep. If it happens great. If it doesn't, so be it. The last day of 2009 might be off to an early start!