we're all mad here

Ms. Six is pleased to announce that this Halloween, her most favorite of holidays, she will be appearing as the Mad Hatter. She of course feels this an opportune time to return to her memoirs here at Impossible Six.

pictured above: Alice In Wonderland, Ann Lebowitz for Vogue

Vie de Boheme

"Bohemia bristles with... poverty and doubt... [Bohemians are] incessantly at war wiht necessity... they know how to practice abstinence with all the virtue of an anchorite, but if a slice of fortune falls into their hands you will see them at once mounted on the most ruinous fancies, loving the youngest and prettiest, drinking the oldest and best, and never finding sufficient windows to throw their money out of. Then when their last crown is dead and buried, they begin to din again at that table spread by chance, at which their place is always laid, and preceded by a pack of tricks, go poaching on all the callings that have any connection with art, hunting from morn till night that wild beast called a five-franc piece."
taken from: Scenes de la Vie de Boheme, by: Henri Murger

This weekend we of impossible six, being young bohemians of sorts, worked on, and in some instances cursed, our oft discussed but seldom worked on respective manuscripts until the wee hours of the morning. We then celebrated our very own slice of fortune: the end of our quest for the Nintendo Wii. Six advocates the purchase and play of Mario's Supergalaxy based loosely on its moon goddess character.

Pictured: Six's favorite bohemians: Lady Caroline Blackwood and Lucian Freud.
Hotel Bedroom, 1954, by: Lucian Freud

the desire to float in a bubble

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: "I'll go take a hot bath."

I meditate in the bath. The water needs to be very hot, so hot you can barely stand putting your foot in it. Then you lower yourself, inch by inch, till the water's up to your neck.

I remember the ceiling over every bathtub I've stretched out in. I remember the texture of the ceilings and the cracks and the colors and the damp spots and the light fixtures. I remember the tubs, too: the antique griffin-legged tubs, and the modern coffin-shaped tubs, and the fancy pink marble tubs overlooking indoor lily ponds, and I remember the shapes and sizes of the water taps and the different sorts of soap holders.

I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

taken from: The Bell Jar, by: Sylvia Plath

my bloody valentine

Dallas photographer David Lyles' latest exhibit St. Valentines' Day Massacre is on display at The Magnolia through March 18. The exhibit features art photos of wardrobe pieces and props from area filmmaker Patrick Johnson's' latest work, Crushed. We of Impossible Six think this exhibit to be the perfect dinner and a movie solution this Valentines Day.

Will you be our Valentine?

link: Wiki's ode to the original St. Valentine's Day Massacre

oh what a tangled tapestry we weave

Having no apparatus except gut fear and female cunning to examine this formless magic, to understand how it works, how to measure its field strength, count its lines of force, she may fall back on superstition, or take up a useful hobby like embroidery, or go mad, ... If the tower is everywhere and the knight of deliverance no proof against its magic, what else?
--Thomas Pynchon: The Crying of Lot 49, Chapter 1

Paranoids are not paranoid because they're paranoid, but because they keep putting themselves, fucking idiots, deliberately into paranoid situations.
-- Thomas Pynchon's Proverbs for Paranoids: Collected from Gravity's Rainbow, V237, 241, 251, 262, & 292

Pictured: The Lady and the Unicorn, tapestry, ca: 1490
Worthy of mention: Unicorn Mythology with regard to maidens

iPOD / iCHING

Is it a simple electronic devise or an oracle of cosmic truths? Today's shuffled play list indicates my roots, firmly grounded in American folk, are desperately wanting to be British. The proof, you ask?

1. Bob Dylan: She Belongs To Me
2. Wilco: Jesus, Etc.
3. Wilco: You Are My Face
4. Wilco: I Hate It Here
5. Babyshambles: Delivery
6. The Clash: London Calling
7. The Clash: Police And Thieves
8. The Clash: I'm So Bored With The USA
9. Sex Pistols: Anarchy in the U.K.
10. The Smiths: Shoplifters Of The World (Unite And Take Over)
11. The Smiths: Is It Really So Strange
12. The Smiths: William, It Was Really Nothing
13. Amy Winehouse: Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow

Places of Interest: http://www.seeqpod.com/music/
A virtual iPOD for your desk top. No longer will you curse the day you leave your iPOD at home, this little website searches the web for you creating an online library of all the songs you love, shuffling them and organizing them in similar fashion to the iPOD. Brilliance.

living upstairs from a Voodoo shop

A Voodoo shop, New Orleans, bottles of Mojo, Zombies, and one Voodoo doll's quest to find his priestess Madame Charlemane ... were the makers of XBOX reading my mind? Apparently.

Voodoo Vince, the adorable tattered Voodoo doll pictured above travels throughout New Orleans recovering Madame Charlemane's stolen Zombie Juice while simultaneously searching for her. True to his Voodoo nature he can only defeat his enemies by destroying himself.

In case the reader cannot tell, Mr. Six has me hooked on console games and openly confessing my obsession with Voodoo Vince is my first public acknowledgment of my new fetish.

We at Impossible Six recommend that you listen (loudly) to VooDoo shop by Cowboy mouth whilst playing this game.