Its quite a moon. I am a little lost in it. Not in a bad way, although the line between good and bad is a little blurry on nights like these… things just, are…
This is what I am drinking to keep the ghosts away:
Its the key ingredients of the Darkarita!
Viz:
The Darkarita
- A jigger of Sauza Tequila Blanco
- A small jigger (pony) of Cointreau
- A splash of Blue Curacao (for the darkness you know, plus drinking blue stuff makes me smirk)
- A healthy squoosh of fresh lime (about a third of a small lime but go with your tastebuds)
- A smidgen of lemon juice (just a brief squeeze)
- half teaspoon of palm sugar
- Coarse ground salt
Chuck everything but the salt in a blender, with ice, blast the hell out of it.
Rub lime juice around the rim of the glass, grind the glass into a saucer of salt so the rim is coated. Pour tasty goodness into glass. Sit back and be endarkened.
So now you know the secrets of my success. Ignore. Avoid. Hide in the cellar until they go away. Scraping fingers at handle, whispers, curses.
Its a waiting game. Its only when you’re relatively sane that you know that they do go away, eventually, and you just have to let it play out. The ghost dance in your head. Some of you will understand what I’m talking about, some of you won’t. It doesn’t matter. The divine mockery of words…
August 11, 2007 at 8:46 pm |
You reminded me of a favorite Derrida quote:
” … from the invisible inside , where I could neither see nor want the very thing that I have always been scared to have revealed on the scanner, by analysis – radiology, echography, endocrinology, hematology – a crural vein expelled my blood outside that I thought beautiful once stored in that bottle under a label that I doubted couldavoid confusion or misappropriation of the vintage, leaving me nothing more to do, the inside of my life exhibiting itself outside , expressing itself before my eyes, absolved without a gesture, dare I say of writing if I compare the pen to a syringe, and I always dream of a pen that wouldbe a syringe, a suction point rather than that very hard weapon with which one must inscribe, incise, choose, calculate, take ink before filtering the inscribable, playing the keyboard on the screen, whereas here, once the vein has been found, no more toil, no responsibility, no risk of bad taste or violence, the blood delivers itself all alone, the inside gives itself up and you can do as you like with it, it’s me but I’m no longer there, for nothing, for nobody , diagnose the worst…”
August 12, 2007 at 10:40 am |
Oh, this tune/vid is brilliant, darkness. Someday i’ll steal it, but it won’t be my fault. — i’ll be elevated and slightly irrational after a batch of your head dancing darkaritas!
August 12, 2007 at 2:14 pm |
aikaterine…Really? I reminded you of that? Blimey. Not a fan of the full stop, old Derrida was he? I would love to think I was saying all manner of clever stuff like what I assume he is spouting, but i think it was more along the lines of, ‘Drink until the headweasels stop bothering you, or are at least so muffled they become amusing’
Wiggle – I think Mr Manzarek produced it in the Doors revival period so they would have something to play on mtv. Its not bad is it? Not sure about the guy in the reindeer outfit at the beginning though…
Do let me know if you try out the Darkarita. I would be delighted to hear the effects.
August 12, 2007 at 6:41 pm |
(i keep sneaking back for another listen … and then another.)
it’s good.
i’ll be sure to inform you of the chemistry between myself and the infamous darkarita — i’ll shop for its saucy contents tomorrow.
god help us all at that point.
August 12, 2007 at 6:49 pm |
Ooh, combine it with a platter of chips and my salsa…the perfect drunken night in combo
August 12, 2007 at 9:01 pm |
stop enabling me!!
August 12, 2007 at 11:39 pm |
darkentries -
False modesty does not suit you. And no, Derrida was not a fan of the full stop. Which is one of the reasons I love his work.
August 13, 2007 at 1:52 am |
Dame – No! Where there is evil in the world, I will usher it in! Possibly offer it a nice cup of tea.
Aikaterine – You’re right. I am great. In a certain way.