Week of April 5, 1999
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Once more, the Vampire Hunting Bastard Award has risen from the grave to bring you a particularly delightful specimen of Gothdom, and let me mention that I think she is worth the extended wait.
Sparrow, in addition to being quite nice to look at, is a self-described "rabid student." Her interests are varied and include chemistry, existentialism, video technology and production, photography, and German language. At the moment, she is studying in order to graduate high school with honors so she can attend college in Boston where she intends to pursue commercial photography. Before we assume our ambitious friend is "selling out" her art, she points out that in magazines like Vogue "they're selling a product but ... it's more like art." With this approach to her work I, for one, can see success in her future. In addition to her photography, Sparrow is also a rather prolific writer. She makes some of her essays and short fiction pieces available on her web site, and they are definitely worth a look or two.
Not only is Sparrow a wildy well-educated young woman, but she also has a wicked sense of humor. Allow me to present her Vampire Hunting Technique:
*rubs hands together* muwahahahahaha.... well, I put on tons of eyeliner, making sure to draw the teardrops from the LEFT eye.. (everyone knows witches can only cry three tears from the left eye every ten thousand years) and I would go to a show somewhere in (insert goffik city here) and stand in the audience near the front, still hidden mostly by shadows, and when the supersensual and enigmatic lead singer came out, I would make eye contact, my plush ebony lips parted in admiration and stunned appreciation, silently inviting him into my darc vampyric world of blud.. (*giggle*)I would listen to the terribly cliche music about hating god and America for no reason and how much he hates it when people look at him funny for wearing high heels and a Marilyn Manson shirt at the mall.. (look folks, it ain't so odd for people to think you're slightly askew for looking so outrageously odd in public... deal with it) then we would get together after the show, drinking chartreuse in a tavern called "The White Horse" (cause.. cause.. Dylan Thomas ya know) and I would reveal to him my true identity, as an immortal witch of the dark craft.. he would find me irrisistable, seeing as how he is a vampire and our love is forbidden, and we would go back to his flat to make passionate love beneath a skylight to the sounds of the pounding rain, and then during the throes of passion I start singing a Zappa song, and he is so shocked by the dreadful un-gothicness of my audacity to like music created by anything other than a Projekt band, that he asphyxiates on shock and dies in my spidery arms..
Good heavens--to give one's purity in order to trap the minions of the spooky dark... It is to weep to see such utter devotion! The only weak link in this plan is the assumption that a Gothic Vampirey person would actually know anything about Dylan Thomas. Perhaps a bar called "The Syphillis" in homage to Baudelaire might be more appropriate *snickers*.
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