Babel-Jean Tea Hymn was born in 1912, just a few days after the new year and the birth of the Republic of China. She was the second delivery in a series of two, her mother, Josephine Tea, having given birth to two underweight but healthy fraternal twins. She named the little boy Jonathon Paul Tea Hymn, and the little girl Geraldine Marie Tea Hymn. Their father was never identified, though Josephine always claimed his last name was Hymn and added it to her own last name for her children. As the story goes, the twins began their attempts at speaking at a very young age. Josephine claimed her two children seemed to babel at one another in a language only the two of them could understand. This prompted their mother to adopt nicknames for them. Babel-John for the boy, and Babel-Jean for the girl. Babel-Jean always embraced this name over her birth name. (more…)

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Bethalynne Bajema was brought to this world some years past, spring-time-ish, in a dark ceremony using stolen languages since unspoken by man. From an early age she was taught sewing, story-telling, and unconventional warfare… all this in preparation of her foretold future as Dread-Overlord-And-Tailor. What prophecy could not see was the impact her older brother’s comic collection would have on her, and the siren songs of India ink, the arts, and the written word. These talents have since been nurtured and have been showcased in a variety of magazines, books, and for more than ten years online.

Mixing equal parts Victorian horror, sepia erotica, clockwork logic and Industrial music, Beth carves her dreams on the skins of Tibetan holy men before transferring their contents to the computer’s screen.

Beth currently resides on America ’s East Coast with her better half, a rather bizarre little cat, a laptop, and her dark army. Online she can be found at Bajema’s Web or her online journal.

(Biography provided by John Galati)

Examples of Beth’s Work (Click on a thumbnail to see a larger view)

All images in this post are copyright © 2008 Bethalynne Bajema,
and used by this site with permission

Beth’s first collection of work is available through the lulu.com site.

Beth’s prints and various craft work can be found in Etta Diem’s Attic Shop

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Professor Mint T. Zloty is a highly valued member of the Archives and of the University, whether living or dead, and we have no desire whatsoever to ever lose his presence in our fine establishment.

However, were he to say, step into the light, or the darkness, or whatever force might be calling him away from us, we would bear him no grudge whatsoever, and though it might be hard for us, we would find some way to muddle through it. This, especially because on the other side of the light would be many wondrous things, all the iced cream he could eat, another world, anxiously awaiting a great and forgiving man such as himself - which would certainly be something much much better than haunting the corridors of our university or hanging around his dusty laboratory.

In fact, should he, in his great wisdom, come to the realization that he is in fact dead, we would probably be compelled to build a wing on the archives in his name, erect a statue, and perhaps even fund a moving picture about his adventures and exploits in his great honor - especially should he sign a simple waiver, agreeing not to be summoned by any members of other colleges, or law enforcement representatives.

However, until then, and after, he will always be regarded as the greatest professor ever to grace this establishment, and an all-around spectacular example of learning and of wisdom.

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Georgia Pakadakis, also known as the Midnight Bandit. is a nefarious plotter from whom we had all best keep well away. Under cover of darkness, she relies on her raccoon-DNA stealth to sneak her sigils into local art establishments, restaurants, and gift shops.

The next morning, the shopkeepers are sure they remember arranging for a display of works by a cheerful and talented young artist, and smile appreciatively at what appear to be brightly rendered fantastical creatures. The sigils work their magic as surely as they hide their true nature, and wild mushrooms sprout behind the cash register. Should one be tempted to take one of these sigils home as a decorative diversion, beware and be warned, for raccoon magic is afoot.

Soon you will believe that what you possess is the work of a lovely and personable artist with a bachelor’s degree in Fine Arts, prestigious awards, and impeccable social charms and graces. You will turn to your spouse or your mother and you will say, “see the lovely mermaid?” To which he or she may respond in bafflement “I see naught but chicken scratchings!” 

Though we are proud to share her works, Georgia’s paintings and prints are not presently available through the archives. If you are interested in any of these works, you can contact her through her website at GeorgiaPapakadis.com

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