Writer's Block: Where Names Come From

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Tracy was given to me by my mother Terry. She wanted me to have a name that was spelled like a boy's name, even though it can be a girl's name, like herself. I guess she figured that would be a link between us. She was right.

Angelina was given to me by my paternal grandmother, known as Granny. She figured it was Spanish for "little angel." Research confirmed that it's actually Italian for "messenger of god," the female version. Basically it indicates that I'm a female angel. I used to hate the name, but adopted it in the early 90s for writing purposes and to infiltrate the Shriekback Cabal on the Internet. Many Shriekers and even Barry Andrews know me primarily as Angelina.

Tinhuviel is my Craft name. The added 'h' is for numerological purposes. The name became my primary Internet cognomen. Anytime you see Tinhuviel with an 'h' online anywhere, it's me, unless I've been hacked.

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Criss

Criss Angel is a warlock.

2001: The Interview with Barry Andrews

When Derk found someone to make the site go Flash, a lot of the work we did was relegated to a wee link in the lower right hand corner of the front page. I clicked the history button and was able to access most of our old HTML pages, one of which was the interview I did with Barry Andrews in 2001. It was a collective effort with fellow shriekers giving me questions to ask him in the interview. All in all, I'm still rather satisfied with the results.

The Interview

Feel free to tell me what you think. Maybe it's time to give another interview. If so, I'll be collecting questions here and on the Shriekback mailing list. Stay tuned for the possibilities.

*Bonus* If you can spot my questions, I'll give you a big cyber grin.

Lyrics fun

Lyrics courtesy of Phil Hetherington, scion of Cleartrails. I can't access all the lyrics work we did on Shriekback.com and all my files are on the computer in the hands of the Geek Squad. So, Phil it is.

This is one of my favourite songs by the Shrieks. It's very Cadmusian, if I may be so bold. From Naked Apes and Pondlife, it's one of the best tracks on the album. But the album is magnificent, so it's saying a lot about this song.

No cuts, because I want everyone to see the lyrics. BWAH!

Berlin
He was walking at night mixing himself with the shadows
Running blue veined caged tight fast past the flesh windows
And he was not expecting anything
Not the angel choir inside his head
Or the litmus test of doves
And there they were
And he felt the rolling fever hands of light upon him
Felt the beady eyes of the night upon his back
And everything he said turned into something else
Everything he said turned into something else

And he said "What kind of beast am I?"
And he said "Who brings the tablets down this mountain?"
And he said "Is this where I live?"
And he said "Ah, sometimes I feel so full"

And a voice answered saying "You are an aerial hung up to the Divine,
You are a beach for the waves of the world to crash on,
You are the spilt wine,
You are the spilt wine at the table of the gods"

And through the wet streets of the city
Washed bloody with the warfare of the ghosts
There is a shining something, there is a shining something
And death is only one of its faces
Love is only one of its faces
And he said "I will be a testament to this
I will be consumed in this
I will be a run of sparks around the coils of this labyrinth
I am the roar of the bees in summer
I am a winged victory
And this is my epiphany

I am a winged victory
This is my epiphany

I am a winged victory
And this is my epiphany"

The Gnomes

anomali turned me on to these guys. They're fabulicious!

Visit their MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/thegnomesessions