Whatever. Don’t judge me. I’m doing enough of that myself…
I have a confession to make.
I just finished watching the first six seasons of ‘The Vampire Diaries’. And I loved it.
Like, I loooooooved it.
Please know that it’s taken me months to share this with anyone outside of a small, sacred circle of trust. Out of respect for all of us, I kept this guilty pleasure pretty much to myself. Now that the show, and my relationship with it, is at a crossroads, I have to come clean.
I was raised on Anne Rice. Vampires are meant to be badass and kind of awful. I read the first Twilight book and saw the first movie only so I could talk smack appropriately and with supporting evidence. For the record, those vampires suck (or, at least, were not done the justice of decent context). True Blood? Better, but the whole human-girl-torn-between-supernatural-hotties just seemed a bit played out. Of course, I hadn’t met the Mikaelsons and Salvatores…
Following an October trip to New Orleans last fall, one of my traveling companions (who knows me better than just about anyone) mentioned a show called ‘The Originals’ that takes place in NOLA and features lots of great settings in the city. Centered on the Mikaelson siblings, it tells the story of the world’s first vampires. It was on Netflix, and I figured a little vampire-based guilty pleasure wouldn’t hurt. In fact, I needed the distraction. It was just about New Orleans, right? If only I’d have known…
Judging by the weather, you’d think we’d gone from Halloween to Christmas in the course of a week.
Me? I’m getting used to shoveling the front steps as our jack-o-lanterns get buried, but am really hoping to see grass at least once more before April.
Please visit rosanevarez at deviantART for more images like the one seen at left. I think he’s just adorable, and reflects exactly how things are over here at the moment.
is so oddly caught between the vampires and the snow.
Each pushing against the other,
while faux-turkey gets baked…
somewhere in the middle.
And while I love the seasonal cooking,
and my new ability to bake a pie,
my heart is still in New Orleans.
Where the immortals drink in 64 degrees
and dine on brass band all weekend.
Filed under Local, Seasonal
This time of year is about celebrating the spooky, the scary and embracing the fears that make us all human.
Of course, I might be a touch excited, because I’m about to go to New Orleans, and everyone knows that city is awash with vampires – revenants, Nosferatu, the undead. Never sparkly; never vegetarian. These Ricean beasts characterize NOLA, and I can’t wait to reconnect with them in my 16 year old imagination, and mentally run a little wild in the heat of the swampy south.
But, of course, I’ve also learned a few things about where these creatures came from, and why they so haunt us, even after their reworkings and mainstreaming at the hands of certain authors. Also, it’s Wednesday. So, science!
Following are links describing various musings on why vampires are with us. Some suggest they only exist in the mind, while others proclaim they walk among us for real. All are entertaining:
The Science of Vampirism
The Science Behind the Myths: Are There Clinical Explanations for Vampires, Zombies or Werewolves?
Rabies: A Possible Explanation for the Vampire Legend
Vampire Science: Young Blood Recharges Old Brains
New Orleans Vampire Association
So much more is out there on this stuff. You will quickly see that vampires are a lot more than monsters born of superstitious mentality.
Now, for something a little more romantic, or at least completely scientifically unhinged, check out my own attempt at vampire fiction.
The fairies are ready for Halloween!
Title because I like the way it sounds. Also, because Fall and potential fanciness.
It’s been quite the week, friends. But things ended on higher notes, and now I’m preparing to head to New Orleans on Thursday. My three dearest middle/high school ladies are I are celebrating 20 years of friendship by going to the city that gave us Anne Rice, Creole awareness and something to dream about during those long Michigan winters of our youth.
Of course, it’s also now Halloween season. My new favorite thing is Iris exclaiming “It’s so exciting!” (complete with dramatic tremble) every time I mention seasonal decorations. Over the weekend we took out the black lace table cloth, stuck bats to our walls and checked out the festive taste of our resident fairies, who apparently create wonderful jack-o-lanterns (garden pictured above).
We also hit up the Enchanted Trail at Fat Blossom Farm (with which I am in love). Other points of interest – Michigan Radio member mixer, ArtPrize, Sushi Maki and brownies. A good weekend.
A big part of me loves October, despite its foreboding of The Great White Dark. Every year, I come a little closer to re-embracing the spooky kid sentiment of the aforementioned youth. I have a feeling this year will be helped along by a fancy frock dinner or two in The Big Easy.
Put on something fabulous and enhance your home with some festive black. When else are we allowed to so celebrate the beauty of a little fear?