huang and feng

We have a van.
We thought we had one before, but then it fell through. Ah well.
Last weekend was spent looking for a long wheel base high top transit or something of the sort. We had no joy. We also had some potential sponsors, who bailed out, who shall remain nameless.
It’s all been a bit of a close call.
Now we have one and everything is all good. Apparently it used to belong to a woman who sold flowers. Which is quite excellent. Tomorrow it shall be painted and decked out with joyous things. Like red carpet and bean bags. It will be the best van at Cannes, ‘swear to god.

The whole thing seems to be coming together. I keep saying this, but I really mean it this time. The utmost respect goes out to Andy for the amount of work he has put into making this happen, and to Si for his ever calm and always logical suggestions. Their idea is truly forming into something brilliant. The three of us, as well as some documentary-making woman who seems to dig the idea so much that she’s shooting the whole thing, are heading off next weekend.

A few of my posts placed on this site in the past have been ridiculous. I re-read them today and just thought Jaysusfuck if I were not me I would slap myself for parts of them. It’s hard to slap yourself. So apologies to the reading public for that’n.
I stand by the New York one though. That hobo was cool.

This morning I spoke to someone who I have not had anything to do with in a long while, and since having nothing to do with them, many weird things have occurred. The last twelve months have been really a bit odd, with parts of it verging on the David Lynch. There has been a lot of Sliding Doors in there as well. This Cannes idea is something that I really have a lot of time for, kind of just because it is Real, with a capital R. It’s really easy to stop having time for things and people, and that is never good. You end up interacting with others as something that is two thousand miles from who you are.

It makes people feel confused. Confused is never a good place to be.

Feng Huang is a compound term in Chinese. It means Phoenix. Feng is a male phoenix, whilst Huang is the female phoenix. Together they depict Yin and Yang, or perfect harmony, but separately they are very different things. The phoenix found in Chinese and in turn, Japanese mythology is not the loner bird that rises from the ashes in a ball of fire, it is something different altogether.

The image of the traditional phoenix carries many interesting connotations. It is a symbol of grace and beauty, an animal that appears in calm and tranquil times, but hides when there is danger near. It was the symbol of the Empress of the Chinese imperial household.

The Huang represents the sun, justice, obedience, and fidelity and has done so for over seven thousand years.

She is the guardian of the South on the compass. The turtle is the guardian of the North, whilst the white tiger is that of the West. They are all balanced by the dragon, known as Loong in Chinese, who is guardian of the eastern point. The turtle is the messenger of the dragon and the tiger his mortal enemy.

The huang has often been depicted throughout history in synchronicity or war with the loong. The dragon and the phoenix, always as blissful and passionate lovers, or as the most mortal of enemies. The dragon is also the deity of rain.

The tale of the dragon and the phoenix is a truly ancient one. The white tiger depicts grace and wrath, whilst the dragon carries the traits of raw power, almost anger, and emotion. The huang is always between them.

When the dragon looses the phoenix, he is alone, raw and moves with complete apathy towards the idea of the destruction of others or himself. He will challenge anyone, and strike to bring suffering in the name of sadism. Meanwhile the huang hides. With the phoenix in flight, the Loong is at peace, embracing his equal.

It is a never ending cycle of love and war between the two, but whilst the war is over they both soar. I'm not sure where this is going.
Hopefully to a place where it rains in the sunshine.

Go ridiculous writing.