The Rogue Taxidermist

Some things are just creepy. Seeing taxidermy (taxidermied?) animals which have been sitting somewhere forgotten for years is quite creepy to me. I don’t know why exactly, I’m really sure they are long and well dead after all. Just… ick! – For the odd person who may come here and want to know more about hunting and stuffing. In some way it is interesting, as any process for doing something is interesting. Just not on my list of things-to-do, due to gruesomeness.

As I wandered looking up more information, just cause I like learning about things, I found rogue taxidermy. First it was on Wikipedia as part of the taxidermy post. If I was going to have an interest in taxidermy this would be where I’d start. Build you own mythological animal, though I still think I’d rather just draw it.

I’m not suggesting you go out and hunt down a few rodents to start reassembling them… but wouldn’t someone into rogue taxidermy be quite the interesting character to write about? So many odd elements to someone who would be involved in this as a hobby, or maybe an obsession. Create this person as a character with a past, present and a future. It could become a short story all on it’s own.

Here is a woman taxidermist to get you started: Sarina Brewer, her site is Custom Creature: Taxidermy Arts.

I like this quote from the article because it has the feeling of my own adventures as a rural explorer, only without the roadkill.

Some people never leave home without their phone or wallet. Minneapolis artist Sarina Brewer never leaves home without a cooler, a hacksaw, and rubber gloves. That’s because she’s always at the ready to find road kill and other “pet casualties” to use as art subjects for her special brand of “rogue taxidermy,” which includes winged monkeys, conjoined squirrels and rabbits, and even a chicken-carp-lamb combo, Bust magazine reports.

A post about rogue taxidermy from The Disillusioned Taxonomist. He isn’t a subhuman freak but he really does have an interesting career choice. Hope he doesn’t bring a lot of work home with him.

“Hi, I’m Mo, I’m 23 and studying taxonomy for my Masters degree in London at the great Natural History Museum.”

When you think of working at the Natural History Museum doesn’t it sound like a really cool job? Puts a whole different spin on it versus a guy in his basement surrounded by shotguns and jars of animal parts.

The Joy of a Spirit

I found this quote on Don Mills Diva.

“The joy of a spirit is the measure of its power.” – Ninon de Lenclos – French courtesan (1620 – 1705).

I think joy could also be passion. Passion and joy lead to forward movement, change, in our lives, in ourselves. That is a power for sure. What brings you joy or passion that you could have more in your life? What power source are you neglecting?

Also, I think it’s kind of amazing that we can be inspired or frustrated or made to feel anything from something some woman said a few hundred years ago. That’s a story in itself.


What the ear does not hear cannot move the heart. — Cape Breton saying

March 25th I am attending a local Storytelling workshop. I’m looking forward to it and I really like Joanne, the woman who does the workshop. Today I looked up storytelling to find out a bit more and see what we might be doing in the workshop, just curious. There are a vast amount of resources for storytelling online.

From Wikipedia: Storytelling is the conveying of events in words, images, and sounds often by improvisation or embellishment. Stories or narratives have been shared in every culture and in every land as a means of entertainment, education, preservation of culture and in order to instill moral values. Crucial elements of stories and storytelling include plot and characters, as well as the narrative point of view.

Storytellers of Canada

Storytelling Toronto

Vancouver Storytelling

Ottawa Storytellers

National Storytelling Network (USA)

International Storytelling Center

Society for Storytelling (UK)

Australian Storytelling

Professional Storyteller Network

World Storytelling Day is March 20th. Great timing for my workshop.

Digital Storytelling and Digistories

Do you Show or No Show?

You get a call from the Jerry Springer show. Some woman wants you to come on, accusing you of dating her boyfriend. You have dated the guy they name but he was single, he said. Anyway, you are no longer dating that guy. Having seen the Jerry Springer show once you could really pass on that kind of drama. But, it would be a free trip and hotel stay and you would be on TV. You’ve only got a minute to decide to go or be a no show. What do you tell the show’s production assistant waiting for your answer on the phone?

Cyberpunk Megacorporation Diva

Cyberpunk is high tech and low life stuff. Lots of technology and a break down or radical change in the social order. Likely due in some part to the high technology. It is always post industrial and in the near future Earth. Think hackers, artificial intelligence and mega corporations.

Create a character, the woman running the megacorporation. She is likely ruthless and somewhat aggressive. Or would you create her in a different way? What is her background and how did she get to be at the head of the megacorporation owning and running a big part of the world?

20 Years Late (From a Friend’s FaceBook).

Hey mom I know that it’s late, hope I didn’t wake you
Yeah, everything is O.K., just needed to talk to you
Today I had one of those days
But I didn’t call to complain
Just to say everything that I didn’t for all of those years
You were a taxicab driver, a nurse and a maid
A waitress, a cook and a shoulder to lay
My head on to cry on, when nothing was going my way
You knew every answer without cracking a book
And I took for granted that I had it so good
And I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say
Thank you I love you
Twenty years late

It’s funny how time passing by can change your perspective
A little while out on your own can sure make you think
I don’t know how you did it
No I can’t find one spare minute
The days run together but I don’t remember you
Ever letting us down

You were the judge and the jury when I did wrong
Been my biggest fan from my very first song
The gas in the engine that always kept me moving on
A seamstress a counselor and the one referee
That could cold stop a fight between my brothers and me
And I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to say
Thank you I love you
Twenty years late

I’ll let you go now
But I hope that you know now how I feel
Thank you for making me the woman I’ve become
I love you and I will always be your daughter
Mom that’s all I called to say
20 years late…

In twenty years what would you like to tell someone that you can’t say now? Why does time sometimes make it easier?